The guy's words immediately attracted us. Zhang Hou walked a few steps and scolded him in a low voice: "How could you know? How many years have you been dead? How can you know? Don't talk nonsense here.
Tongue."
This guy is relatively honest. When Zhang Houhou said this, he didn't dare to speak anymore. When I saw that the jungle first aid kit and submachine gun he mentioned before were more reliable, he obviously had relevant knowledge, so I opened the door.
Monkey, let him continue.
"Boss Wei." The clerk looked at me, a little embarrassed: "These are all my guesses, I can't be sure they are completely correct."
"Things I haven't seen are all guesses. It's okay, just tell me."
"Boss Wei, the premise of your guess is that these equipment must belong to the deceased." The man squatted down and had already separated the shapeless group of equipment bit by bit: "If the premise is reliable, then the deceased should be British.
.”
"What's the basis?"
"This is it." The guy pulled out something alone. It was not big. He had already removed all the dirt and rust, but he still couldn't see clearly. He explained: "This is a metal armband.
.”
The guy brought this thing closer to me, and under his guidance, I saw the vague pattern remaining on this armband. Because I have not come into contact with related things, in this case, I can see the vague pattern on this armband.
The pattern feels a bit abstract. The clerk told me that the pattern is composed of a short sword and a pair of wings.
"There should be a line of letters below the complete pattern, but I can't see it now." The guy said, "This is the British SAS logo."
I don't understand, so I don't have a specific concept of SAS, but for some people who are engaged in military research or military enthusiasts, SAS has a considerable influence.
This is the first special force in the UK and the first in the world to participate in regular combat missions in the modern sense. It was established in the early days of World War II. Its full name is the Royal Airborne Service Regiment, or SAS for short.
"A special soldier?" Zhang Houhou also felt a little dizzy after hearing this.
The guy nodded. In the early days of World War II, this special force had just been formed. From personnel training to mission planning, it was not absolutely perfect, but at the time, it was definitely a rare force. The guy said that what he usually pays attention to
Most of the news about SAS was from the 1960s and 1970s until now, when SAS was basically mature. He didn't know much about SAS in its early stages.
"If this person is really a member of SAS, that would be a bit strange."
The buddy told us that at that time, this unit was mainly present in the battlefields of Europe and North Africa, and there was basically no sign of its activities in the Far East Pacific Theater. However, at the junction of Yunnan and Myanmar, a SAS member who had been dead for many years was unexpectedly discovered.
, this is somewhat surprising.
We chatted with each other, and from this corpse we could infer some hidden information.
First of all, he definitely died here accidentally. Before he died, he lost contact with his companions, or the base camp, so many years after his death, his body is still lying here. I don’t know if there are
Such regulations, but the United States has a commitment to bring every soldier home.
Secondly, it is impossible for us to know the purpose of this British SAS member coming here, but since he is here, he has a task to shoulder. It is unknown whether the task has been completed, but he must have experienced some twists and turns. Because of that
The M3 submachine gun is not equipped with SAS. He carries this gun with him. It is likely that his own gun was lost accidentally or was forced to give up, and then he obtained the weapon from somewhere else.
In the end, his death was a bit abnormal. Although the body was completely rotten and the real cause of death could not be ascertained, the pale green spots on his bones that had not faded for a long time showed that the cause of his death was bizarre.
"I guess he died here accidentally. It can't have anything to do with our affairs." Zhang Houhou quickly said to me and others: "Don't think too much about it."
"I hope it's an accident." I stood silently for a while, then went over there and continued watching the guys dig down.
I hope this thing is simpler, but from the moment it happens, it is destined not to be simple, plus the body of this British special forces soldier who has been dead for many years...
There seemed to be no more things in the pit. Just when the two guys below climbed up and were about to finish the work, I saw something flashing slightly in the soil they dug out. I took a flashlight and slowly dug through it.
After opening the soil, a very small box appeared in front of me. The box was only a little thicker than a person's thumb and was covered with soil. It was ignored by the workers in the dim light.
This is a small metal box. The texture is very good and the workmanship is very sophisticated. After wiping off the soil on the top, the box will show the luster of stainless steel. Although this box is small, it is obviously used to store things.
However, several of us stood around looking at it for a long time, and we didn't know how to open it.
"Bullshit!" Zhang Houhou became anxious, grabbing the box and pulling it hard: "I don't believe it. From the pre-Qin Dynasty to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, I have opened so many big holes, but I can't open a single box..."
Several people below also took turns to try, using all the available tools one by one, and even biting it directly, but they still couldn't open the box, which was only as thick as a thumb.
Watching them busy at work, and then looking at the remains of the British special forces soldier, I suddenly had a strong idea. This box, which is only as thick as a thumb, must contain something very important. Maybe it is this person.
The special forces tried their best to take away the things. But he failed and died here. The box rested here with him.
What exactly is in this box? Is it as thick as a thumb, and what important things can be put in it?
I took the box from their hands and looked at it many times. The whole box was like a seamless steel pipe. Only one end could be opened, but the buckle was very tight and strong. Even a knife blade could not be inserted into the gap.
Go in. If you don't have special tools, you probably can't open it. Because of the weight of the box itself, you can't tell what's inside just by feeling it.
Apart from that, there was nothing else where the body was. The guys threw the bones and the rotten equipment back in and buried them, leaving only this small box.
It would be okay if the body of this British special forces soldier was not found. After I found it, I couldn't help but start to connect those things together. An engineering unit that disappeared for no reason, a small box that appeared in the hands of the special forces,
A dozen travelers and guides disappeared without a trace...
The time span between these things is relatively large. If I look at them separately, I might not think much about them, but they all happened together in this deep forest, which makes me think more.
We worked around the British special forces for almost half the night, and we didn't close our eyes until late at night. But just as we closed our eyes, it started to rain. Zhang Houhou and I hid together and felt a headache at the same time. When it rained, the forest
Some of the traces may be washed away. After we move forward again, we will probably lose the previous target.
It was a shower, and it stopped not long after, and the sky turned sunny and then brightened. We packed up and started to set off. Such showers will not have much impact on the environment, but the road is not easy to walk. Continue to look for
As we went down, the traces were no longer found, or hard to identify. This situation once again delayed the progress, and in the next two days, we were moving at a tortoise speed.
"Boss Wei, the border over the jungle is only about 110 kilometers away." Zhang Houhou reminded me at the right time.
Before I could say anything, the guy leading the way stopped, turned around and said to us, there was a pool of blood.
We immediately followed them, and a stain of blood was left on the exposed soil, which was very eye-catching. A few people spread out and looked around. Zhang Hou reached out to twist a little of the bloody soil, smelled it under the tip of his nose, and turned his head.
Say to me: "Human blood."
Except for this pool of blood, there is nothing around. The environment is very humid. The blood has completely penetrated into the soil, but it has not dried. It is difficult to tell when the blood was left. The traces of blood on the soil look like a very strange one.
Abstract painting, we observed the blood stains for a while, and a waiter whispered: "Is this the blood left by those travelers?"
"Shut up!" Zhang Houhou kicked him. The waiters below were all honest. He cursed a few times and asked people to leave quickly.
"Boss Wei, I'm trying my best to suppress the guys below, but there are some things we still need to think about rationally." Zhang Houhou handed me a cigarette, and he also smoked one. In the white smoke, he
He looked up at me and said, "What do you think is the possibility that Mr. Lei is still alive in this dense forest from the time of the accident to now?"
I slowly blew out the cigarette in my mouth and turned to look at Zhang Houhou. He seemed to be frightened by my eyes again and quickly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand: "Boss Wei, just pretend that I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything.
....."
I know that the guys below, including people like Zhang Houhou, will be emotional if they encounter difficult and time-consuming situations when doing work. This is understandable. But from what Zhang Houhou said to me
After the words were spoken, the form gradually started to change.
At first, several of the waiters complained that they were tired and asked for a rest from time to time. Then someone secretly muttered below, which I heard. Zhang Houhou would come out to suppress him at first, but later, he simply didn’t care.
When I was resting, I would hide to the side, which seemed to be a bit out of sight and out of mind.
What happened next was beyond my imagination. When we were camping that day, a guy ran away in the direction he came from without making a sound. Someone chased him, but he actually shot and wounded the pursuer.