There was a door left on the steel guardrail, and a large lock was hung on it, but it was not locked. Lao Zhao opened the door. He may have made up his mind to go in and take a look, so he asked us to stay outside for the time being.
He wants to go in first.
"Isn't it too reckless? Just go in?" I was still a little scared, because thinking about the mouse-like thing I encountered before, and then looking at the extremely strong steel guardrail, I felt uneasy. I always felt that there would be something inside.
Something alive rushed out as the door opened.
"It's been so many years. Even if there was something alive, I still wouldn't be alive today." Old Zhao turned around and smiled, motioning for us to stop making any noise, and slipped in through the door on the steel guardrail sideways, with extremely light and agile movements.
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The entire passage was eerily quiet, with only a little noise made by Lao Zhao after he entered. The two adjacent rooms inside the steel guardrail still had no windows, and nothing could be seen from the outside. However, there were about two meters of light on the wall of the house.
There was a row of square holes for ventilation. After playing with it for a while, Zhao opened the door to the house.
Lao Zhao moved very quickly. Mustache and I only waited for a while before he slipped back quietly like a thief. I doubted whether he had done this before.
"We all guessed wrong." Lao Zhao waved us through the door on the steel guardrail and said, "It's not used to lock anything in here."
"What is that?"
"It's a machine. It's quite complicated. I can't understand it yet."
"A machine?" I began to wonder, if it was just a machine, why would the house be covered so tightly? The machine wouldn't run away with long legs. But as soon as I thought about it, I understood that the steel guardrail here might
It is just to prevent any random people from approaching or entering these two rooms. Even the personnel within the 356th Division probably cannot come here easily.
"Just take a look."
Lao Zhao opened the doors of the two rooms and shined a flashlight in. What he saw was a huge machine that almost filled the room. It was composed of many parts, but it should be a whole. There were many wires.
There are countless of them, but they are mixed but not messy. They are neatly bundled into several bundles and are easy to distinguish when using or maintaining them.
On the right side, there is a place that is obviously a console with many buttons. When we looked over, we found that there were no words or labels on these buttons, or in other words, they should have been there, but they had been wiped out.
There are many and complicated buttons, and there are no obvious labels. Unfamiliar people may make operation errors.
"It's getting more and more fun." Lao Zhao looked at these dense buttons and indicator lights, raised his head and said to us: "What is this machine used for?"
With that said, he walked around the machine and began to observe it carefully. I think this machine is very important. When 356 was stationed at Baozi Mountain, the area where the machine was located was also an absolute restricted area. There were no written instructions or labels on the buttons, so unless it was
People who operate it every day, otherwise no one else will be able to play it.
Lao Zhao burrowed in the gap between the back of the machine and the wall for a while, then ran out with his head covered in dust and told me that this machine, or some of its components, should be German because it was in a very hidden place.
, there are still a few lines of German that have not been erased, but Lao Zhao does not recognize them.
This huge machine, which almost occupied two rooms, aroused a lot of my imagination. Mustache looked at it without saying a word, while Lao Zhao rubbed his hands regretfully and said that the machine was too big and couldn't be moved even if it was dismantled, otherwise
You can take some parts back and let people identify them. He was a little unwilling to give up, so he searched back and forth between the two rooms to see if he would find anything else.
The search was more careful this time. Xiaozhu and I didn't understand this and couldn't help much, so we just let Lao Zhao dig back and forth like a donkey. But this time when he dug out again with a head of dirt on his head,
Sometimes, he seemed a little cautious.
"Explosives." Old Zhao pointed to the place where he got out: "There are a lot of explosives piled up."
This huge machine may have been completely blown up, but for some unknown reason, the explosives piled here did not detonate in the end. Old Zhao also became more honest, and An Ansheng came out and stood next to us.
"I really want to know what this machine does."
"You are not a professional in this field, so you can't tell anything right now."
"Okay." Old Zhao looked at me and wiped away the thick dust on the row of buttons on the console in front of him: "Let's go first. If I have time in the future, I will definitely bring a professional over to take a look."
Lao Zhao's movement was completely unconscious, but he didn't know what he had touched. Before his hand left the row of buttons, a huge button suddenly lit up, and with this button, the entire console was densely packed.
The buttons began to light up in rows in an orderly manner, and the machine seemed to be powered on.
"Why is there still electricity!" The three of us were shocked at the same time and involuntarily took a few steps away.
"I don't know!" Lao Zhao felt that he had gotten into trouble and quickly explained to us: "I didn't mean it. Is there a self-starting or unattended generator set here?"
After the buttons on the operating table were illuminated, the huge machine obviously started to run. Although the machine was large, its structure was very precise and there was no loud sound when it was running. Only the devil knows what effect this kind of machine will have after it is running. The mustache can do it smoothly.
He just pulled me behind him, and Lao Zhao walked a few steps to the operating console, wanting to turn off the machine. But he didn't know how to operate it, and he didn't dare to move it around anymore. He stared at the complicated buttons in a daze.
Just because we didn't know its function, we didn't dare to just leave it, for fear that it would lead to more serious consequences. This machine had been sealed in dust for so many years, and some parts were obviously aging. In a moment, it started to emit a very slight sound.
The buzz.
"Who can tell me how to turn it off!" Lao Zhao stared at the buttons and hesitated for a few seconds, and I thought that I could only retreat first to ensure my own safety.
"Cut off the power cord!" Mustache shouted, and Lao Zhao slapped his head hard and kept saying that he was confused. Such a machine relies entirely on electricity to start and run. Once the power is cut off, it will be a pile of waste.
iron.
The three of us all turned on our flashlights and looked for power cords among the lines bundled into several bundles. There were a lot of wires bundled into bundles and they were very thick. I untied them, and the neat lines suddenly fell apart.
Lao Zhao and I searched inside together.
"Slow down, don't pick it up randomly!" Lao Zhao lowered his head to look for it and yelled at me.
"This is all your fault, why do you have the nerve to blame me?" I replied at that time, then turned to look at Lao Zhao.
While I was looking at him, he also turned to look at me. The two of us looked at each other and took a step back almost at the same time. I don't have as good a mental quality as Lao Zhao, so I couldn't help but shudder.
I don’t know since when, Lao Zhao seemed to have changed. His eyes seemed to have turned red due to congestion. Under such light, they flashed with a blood-red and eerie light. His usual carefree and bohemian style was a bit...
Er's expression has disappeared, and there is a kind of anger on his face.
I couldn't help but touch the gun, and stepped back step by step, trying to warn Mustache. Lao Zhao seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. He looked at me as if he were a very strange person.
"What's the matter with you!" Lao Zhao held a handful of messy threads and spoke a little harder.
I quickly retreated to Mustache. He lowered his head and slowly searched for the lines extending out on the ground. I was secretly holding the gun in one hand and already felt a little strange. Old Zhao and I were arguing like this. Could it be that Mustache
Can't hear?
I freed up a hand, patted him gently, pinched the thread with his mustache, and looked up at me. At this moment, I felt that I couldn't hold it any longer. His eyes, like Lao Zhao, changed.
It was red and weird, staring at me without blinking.
"Look for the power cord quickly! What are you waiting for!" Lao Zhao stood over and yelled at us again, which made my heart tremble.
There were only two people around him, but he became like this inexplicably. I really hope that this is a sudden hallucination. Especially the change in the mustache. I can't tell whether he has the same violence as Lao Zhao's face, but I
I can tell that his expression is different from before.
This change made me lose all the sense of security in my heart. I was a little impulsive and wanted to raise my gun to knock down Lao Zhao first, because I felt threatened and dangerous. I could hardly control my actions, and suddenly I flashed my flashlight.
He irradiated Lao Zhao completely, and then raised the gun in his hand.
Similarly, the change in the mustache also made me feel unsafe. But I couldn't raise a gun against him. No matter when it came, this was the bottom line in my subconscious.
"Don't move!" Mustache suddenly raised his hand to press down the gun in my hand. His eyes were still blood red, as if his brain had been stimulated by something, causing the blood in his body to surge into the skull cavity. However, as he said this
Then I saw something familiar to me in his face.
"Let's go! Let's go now!"
Mustache found one of the messy wires and cut it off at once. The slight hum of the machine stopped immediately, and the rows of flashing buttons on the operating table were extinguished, leaving a little
Out of the corner of my eye, the surroundings returned to silence. Mustache stretched out his hand and pushed me. I retracted the gun like a reflex and ran towards the door.
Mustache and Lao Zhao also ran out one after another. I was always wary of Lao Zhao and never put down the gun in my hand. We ran to the other end of the passage and stopped. Lao Zhao was always there.
Grumbling, cursing the machine.
I noticed the change in Lao Zhao, and Lao Zhao obviously saw the gun I raised against him. The mustache stood among us without saying a word, and the three of us were in a stalemate for five minutes.