Chapter 162: Photos of the Inuit ask for a monthly pass]
The cold wind howled, and the light of the flashlight shone into the dilapidated wooden house.
This is an ordinary Inuit settlement house, which has been eroded by the years. The furniture and decorations in the house are all in dilapidated condition.
In recent years, only Russian government personnel, scientific researchers, geographical photographers, and a handful of tourists have been able to reach this far north.
Because everyone has to abide by the rule of not destroying, many of the original features of these houses have been preserved.
Gu Jun stood at the door and looked at the ruins, feeling slightly touched by his spiritual knowledge...
"Captain Yu." He asked, "Have you ever searched this place?"
"We have searched them all." Yu Xiaoyong's Chinese-character face was quite serious, "We searched before the snow was not as heavy as it is now, but we didn't find any clues. Captain Gu, the Russians have been keeping an eye on this place.
Whatever there is must have been taken away a long time ago."
The Secret Service and the Russian National Security Agency do have a cooperative relationship, but it is not the kind of relationship where all intelligence can be shared.
The Ross people are not clear about the actual mission of the Arctic Wolf Team to find the entrance to the different space passage.
If the other party is made aware of it, there is no telling what the consequences will be. The entrance to the different space passage is something that no country wants to develop exclusively, let alone the Russians who have always been domineering. Therefore, Yu Xiaoyong and Mu
Stislav has both an intimate side and a defensive side.
This attitude represents the relationship between the two organizations.
Countries around the world are now discussing how to increase cooperation to deal with increasingly frequent abnormal events. Perhaps one day, a new joint organization will be established, and countries will be forced to stand on the same front, but not now.
"Captain Gu, do you feel anything?" Yu Xiaoyong asked, but he was really not used to counting on this "feeling".
Zhang Xiaoqi and the others next to them are also not optimistic about it. Let alone this house, the entire settlement of Ukhakovskoye Village is too ordinary. Over the past few decades, from its establishment to its destruction, there is no place here that has not been used.
Traveling back and forth?
Even if there were any rare treasures or objects, the Russians had not taken them away, and the geographical photographers had already taken them.
"I have a feeling." Gu Jun nodded and said, "That polar bear was acting strange just now. Team Yu, please ask the command center to try to track it immediately."
"Oh?" Yu Xiaoyong was stunned, but because of the instructions from his superiors, "Okay." He immediately made the call through the communicator.
At the same time, Gu Jun stepped on the rotten ground and walked into the living room of the wooden house. He looked around with a flashlight, and his eyes quickly stopped on a wooden wall, where there was an animal skin, a pair of reindeer antlers, and a
A bow and arrow...and an old photo frame.
There was a yellowed black-and-white photo in the frame, a group photo of some Inuit people.
Gu Junning walked over attentively, reached out and took down the photo frame from the wooden wall and took a closer look. This photo seemed to be taken on an immigration ship. There were fifteen Inuit people, four adult men, four adult women, and one
A boy, a girl, and five children of different ages.
On the far left of the photo, there is a Ross man, wearing a black hat, with a proud expression on his fat face, like a senior official at that time.
This should be a group photo of four immigrant families, but these Inuit people don't look very good. They are a little dazed and reluctant, especially the five children, the youngest two of whom are only five or six years old.
Years old, all with their heads down and mouths flat, not looking at the camera, as if they were crying...
They were... forced to immigrate here by the Russian state. In order to occupy some land, they moved the most cold-resistant Inuit people to this desert island.
"This photo?" Gu Jun asked.
"It's a group photo of early Inuit immigrants." Yu Xiaoyong has also investigated this. "All of these people are no longer alive."
Gu Jun was silent, and was about to put the photo frame back when he suddenly seemed to see something flash...
He took a closer look and looked at the blurry yellow sky behind the people in the photo. The more he looked at it, the more weird it became, but it was hazy and not clear enough. Get closer, then get closer... He looked at it, and saw that there was a trace of confusion.
Suddenly it flashed again, and he suddenly saw the two children raising their heads, with crazy smiles on their young faces.
The black-hatted Ross man on the far left of the photo has a face full of pain and distortion.
But this scene just flashed by, an hallucination? Gu Jun took a deep breath, and his mind suddenly became clear. No, it was not just an hallucination.
"Captain Yu." He pointed to the Russian man in the photo, "Who is this Russian man? What happened next?"
"Oh?" Yu Xiaoyong glanced at it and replied: "Vasily Petronov was the person in charge of this boat of immigrants at that time. At that time, the Inuit people had no racial status, and Petronov was very fond of them.
He was mean, so these Indians didn't like him. Later, Petronov got into a shipwreck and drowned."
Drowned? Gu Jun's heart sank, "How did you drown?"
Yu Xiaoyong could not explain clearly. This was confidential information from the Russian state. Moreover, in that era, people traveled all day long in the Arctic Ocean. It was not uncommon for maritime personnel like Peternov to die in shipwrecks. So they had previously
Didn't pay much attention to it.
"Captain Yu, go and ask the Russians what's going on right now." At this time, Gu Jun said seriously, "This is very important."
"Okay." Although Yu Xiaoyong was confused, he could only obey the order and leave. Zhang Xiaoqi and other Arctic Wolf members looked at each other. Isn't he really seeking medical treatment for a sudden illness...
Xue Ba and others came over and looked at the photos, but they didn't feel anything. However, when Wu Shiyu took a look, she immediately understood Gu Jun, "Those children are weird."
Gu Jun said to her: "Shigure, while the strange feeling is still strong, let's try to see if we can trigger the illusion with this photo."
"Just sit down and try." Wu Shiyu spread her hands. Her role in the team is to assist him with her super sense.
There were also abandoned wooden chairs in the room. Gu Jun pulled two over and sat down with Wu Shiyu one by one, holding hands. His other hand was holding the Carlop scalpel, and the photo frame was placed on his lap.
He added: "We must all be prepared to sacrifice our energy. The clearer it is, the clearer it will be."
"Yeah." She agreed, "I will treat it as a donation to the rich."
Gu Jun felt that he understood her metaphor very clearly...
Both of them closed their eyes, established that super-sensory connection, superimposed each other's spiritual power, and then felt the photo.
Uncle Dan, Lou Xiaoning and Xue Ba were no longer surprised. It was the first time for Zhang Xiaoqi and others to see such a thing, but they couldn't help but feel strange. What on earth is going on? Is it really useful? They hope
The two people, who looked alike, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
But in the spiritual ocean that no one could see, Gu Jun and Wu Shiyu all saw some fragments of illusions coming from nowhere.
Like the howling wind, like the churning sea water.
Fanatic shouts came from the wind, and in the polar night sky, there was a strange and gorgeous Northern Lights shrouding it.
Gu Jun's head began to hurt, and he suddenly rushed into an illusion that happened in the past, mountain peaks, cliffs, and the sea in the distance...
The illusion became more and more real from haziness. There were some figures on the cliff dancing sacrificial dances and shouting hymns. They... were those Inuit people.