Looking at the crowds of people busy all night in the rice fields, I became inexplicably excited and excited. If my plan was careful and there would be no uncontrollable accidents during the operation, then what happened in Dayanpo more than 20 years ago might have happened to me.
They can all be traced clearly.
In order to avoid being discovered, I hid far away from the rice fields. Due to the limitations of light and environment, I could only see figures walking around one by one, but I couldn't distinguish their specific faces, so I haven't been able to distinguish them yet.
I found Mr. Chen. At this moment, the people over the rice fields were divided into three parts. Those responsible for carrying things and building temporary camps must be logistics personnel. It doesn't matter. The second part is responsible for security work. I guess they are returned from the army.
There are people recruited by the public security department, armed with live ammunition. The third group of people is the core of the team, experts and scholars gathered from various places. This group of people can be distinguished by their clothes.
In order to observe more carefully, I quietly took a circuitous route and tried my best to get as close to the rice fields as possible. The team was busy for two or three hours, arranging the messy supplies and setting up tents. The security personnel were very conscientious, and they stayed with the team until
While the core members were resting in the tent, there were still some people patrolling nearby with guns in hand. Judging from the current situation, it was almost impossible for me to approach the rice fields and the team at this time.
Next, I was completely sleepless, so I just stared at the rice fields until dawn. The people in the tent had not yet gotten up, and the security personnel changed shifts. The dozen or so people who were newly appointed were divided into four groups, centered on the rice fields.
, dispersed outwards, probably to check for people who had not yet left Dayanpo. This caused me some trouble again, and I had to deal with them carefully. It took more than an hour for those people to withdraw.
I returned to the previous observation point. It was about nine o'clock in the morning. After a hard night's work, those who slept in the tents had recovered a little. They got out of the tents one after another, washed and had meals. The sky was completely bright and the visibility was very high. I
I took out a telescope and observed the crowd. The core members of the team were of varying ages. Some were already sixty or seventy years old, and some were estimated to be in their early thirties. I was unfamiliar with these people, so I walked around them without thinking.
Those who were unfamiliar with it read on.
Suddenly, a figure that seemed familiar to me came into view. It seemed to be Mr. Chen. Although when I met Mr. Chen, he was about to retire, but when the Dayanpo incident happened, Mr. Chen was in his early forties.
At this age, a person's appearance and appearance are almost completely fixed, and they can still be easily recognized even if they are twenty or thirty years older.
At that time, Mr. Chen was still in his prime. The job he was engaged in was destined to travel here and there frequently. The image of intellectuals in my mind has always been that of wearing a pair of glasses and being weak, but Mr. Chen was very energetic and physically fit.
It looked good. I stretched out next to the rice field for a while, and then got into another tent.
He stayed in the tent for a few minutes. After that, a woman about thirty-five or six years old walked out of the tent with Mr. Chen. The moment I saw the woman, my eyes instantly froze and could no longer move.
A strong wave that almost touches my soul is constantly attacking me.
who is she?!
I swear, this must be the first time I have seen this woman. She is very tall. People at that time did not pay much attention to clothes. Simple and clean clothes were the most beautiful. This woman is no exception, even though she is not very dressed.
The clothes fit well, but her graceful figure was still unstoppably exposed.
She has a natural and quiet beauty, like a woman who has just come into this world from a lost paradise. Her eyes, nose and mouth all make me feel shockingly familiar.
Qingqing?
I was in a trance for a moment, but then a reaction came to my mind. No, she couldn't be Qingqing. Not only did she not match the age, but I could see that she had a pair of bright, peaceful eyes.
Who could she be? I originally wanted to come here to find the truth, but as soon as the team arrived, another question emerged that I couldn't figure out.
But in the next two minutes, my brain regained its composure, broke away from the trance, and started to think normally. This allowed me to quickly judge that this woman should be Mr. Chen’s wife. Chen Laolin
It was the first and last time he formally mentioned his wife before his death. I remember her name was Qingyu.
It can be seen that Mr. Chen's wife is not in good health, and she is morbidly weak. It can also be seen that Mr. Chen cares about her wife very much. The distance from the tent to the temporary stove is only seven or eight meters.
They were far away, but Mr. Chen stayed with her closely, lest she accidentally fall in the mud. People at that time were still relatively conservative. Although the two were husband and wife, they still avoided suspicion in the camp.
Deliberately running aside, while others were eating, Mr. Chen got some water and asked his wife to wash up. After that, the woman named Qingyu sat on a stone, untied her hair, and Mr. Chen took out a
A comb with a wooden handle. He combed his wife's hair very seriously and meticulously.
The wooden comb kept passing through the long black hair, as if traveling through a piece of black floating clouds. Mr. Chen did it very carefully, as if he was caring for a beautiful work of art. Occasionally, Mr. Chen's wife would turn
She turned around and looked at Mr. Chen who was combing her hair. The two of them didn't say much, but they looked at each other with a knowing smile.
This scene is very warm. In that simple era, I think this may have been regarded as a kind of romance, which is very enviable. Maybe, in terms of age, Mr. Chen should be several years older than his wife, an old husband and a young wife,
The wife is always favored.
After Mr. Chen helped his wife comb her hair, the two of them returned to the camp together and had a quick bite to eat. The team's task may be very tight. The green canvas surrounding the rice fields has been removed and someone has dug out a
Most of the huge weird houses appeared in the observation range. I almost forgot about fatigue and hunger, and tried my best to pay attention to the progress over the rice fields. In the next two days, the team's work was mainly digging.
, the "corpse" that may still be alive attracted a little attention, but was still ignored. In addition, some core members bumped heads several times, probably discussing specific plans.
I know some of the subsequent situations. After the core members finalized the plan, the security team brought over the diesel generator and the water pump. While digging, they pumped out all the mud and water from under the huge house. The industrial industry at that time
The foundation is very weak. Most of the equipment, such as generators and water pumps, were supported by the Soviet Union a few years ago when Sino-Soviet relations were not at odds. The machines are very powerful. Once they start operating, it is like a train passing over the rice fields.
Same, you can hear it from a long distance away. I was far away, so I couldn't hear the conversation between the team members. After the machine started running, it was completely soundproof. I could only hear it from their expressions and body language.
A little bit of the situation can be distinguished above.
Finally, the rice field was dug through. The security team first sent a few people down to conduct a preliminary exploration. After confirming that nothing happened, the core members formed a small team of about seven or eight people. As the security team prepared to go underground, Mr. Chen
His wife was also in this team. When I saw that they were about to take action, I immediately sped up my movements and quietly ran from my hiding place to the secret entrance that the old monk Wu Nian pointed out to me at that time.
The entrance was well concealed by me, but it didn't take much effort to get in. I was one step ahead of Mr. Chen and the others, and I had walked through it before, so I was familiar with the situation. I roughly judged the situation that the team might encounter after coming down.
Decide on the route you want to take and wait for them halfway.
The team didn't know the specific situation below, so they were moving very, very slowly. This made me a little anxious waiting. Judging from the speed they were moving and the extent of their exploration of the underground space, I estimated that they would have to wait at least two days before they could really pay attention.
To the huge stone cauldron. Staying motionless in such a place for two days would definitely be a torture, but I didn't want to miss any detail, so I convinced myself to endure it.
This underground space was obviously operated by someone many years ago, so there were many traces, which made the people in the team feel like they had found a treasure. Finding the way, researching, and collecting, plus the appearance of more than 40 corpses underground, wasted a lot of time.
What I expected to be done in two or three days was delayed by them for five days.
Five days later, the team finally appeared near the stone tripod. The huge stone tripod was as conspicuous underground as a tall building in the wilderness, which immediately cheered up the people in the team. People from the security team and the small team immediately came closer.
A few people first took a general look around the stone tripod, while the others rested on the spot. At this time, I was hiding not far away, and I could hear their conversation clearly.
The people in the security team are very vigilant. After all, they are specially selected personnel. In the past few days, the team has not encountered any substantial danger. However, while resting in place, the leader of the security team assigned a few men to
They were all around. The leader of the security team was always busy around the rice fields. My attention was almost all on Mr. Chen and the others, so I didn’t pay much attention. At this time, I felt in a daze that the leader of the security team was still talking.
He has a walking figure and looks familiar.
"You guys, if you all have some snacks, if something goes wrong, just find a piece of tofu and kill yourself." The leader of the security team said something that made people feel less serious, but there was also an irresistible command in it. I
After seeing him sternly assigning people, while others were paying attention to Shi Ding, he secretly took out a small bottle from his arms and took two sips.
I suddenly remembered that this was clearly the style of the old magician.
No wonder, Mr. Chen trusts the old magic stick so much. The friendship between them has started at least since Dayanpo.