In the basement where wine and food were still placed, under Wei Ran's gaze, the metal book slowly turned a page, and the metal quill also wrote a new line of handwriting under the red whirlpool that appeared on the back: I

I wish to bear eternal infamy, but my loyalty and longing are hidden in those blood-red radio waves.

As I wrote this, a counter-rotating blue vortex appeared under the page. The metal quill also wrote under the blue vortex, "You are the best bodyguard, please continue to protect us."

's home and its secrets.”

As I wrote this, the metal quill finally hit the page.

Looking up and looking around, the basement has not only been restored to its original state, but the windows that were originally blocked have also been opened, allowing the bright sunshine from outside to shine in.

Tiredly putting away the metal book, Wei Ran did not rush to take out the contents. Instead, he took out the cigarette case and opened it first.

However, when he saw the contents of the cigarette box, he couldn't help but reveal a calm smile.

In this silver cigarette case that can hold 22 cigarettes, the antler cigarette holder obtained in the Soviet labor camp has gone. In its place, there is a gold cigarette holder, a tortoise shell cigarette holder, and 10 cigarette holders.

Qianmen brand cigarettes and 10 Camel brand cigarettes.

Reaching out to pick up the tortoiseshell cigarette holder, Wei Ran couldn't help but smile, took out a Camel cigarette and put it on, lit it in his mouth and took a big puff, then placed it on the edge of the table, letting it go.

It burns slowly.

Continuing to pick up the gold cigarette holder, Wei Ran put it on a Qianmen cigarette. After lighting the cigarette, he also gently placed it on the edge of the table.

He took out the third unfiltered cigarette and lit it in his mouth. After taking a long sip, Wei Ran walked back to the dining table filled with food, poured a glass of lotus white and drank it all.

Amidst the intoxicating aroma of wine, Wei Ran walked to the edge of the large mirror with a cigarette in his mouth. He skillfully reached into the gap to pull out the latch, and then pulled the connecting rod to turn the stair handrail on the other side a hundred and eighty degrees.

Ten degrees.

Slowly pushing open the large mirror, he opened the low door and entered the passage.

Compared with before entering that period of history, this passage has now become what it was back then, with thick cotton curtains hanging almost every meter.

When he reached the end and stood at the door of the printing room, the newspaper was still stuck on the vermilion iron door.

Gently pushing open the iron door, the printing press, mimeograph machine and other equipment originally found in the basement when I took over the house were moved back here in metal books.

Correspondingly, the rifles, pistols and other items that he was worried about what to do with at the beginning, and even the photos of Mei Xiang and those clothes have also disappeared.

Also moved back here were two hospital beds and old-fashioned shadowless lamps above their heads, as well as a metal cabinet filled with medical drugs, and a writing desk next to the cabinet.

Quietly looking at the room that seemed to be frozen in time, Wei Ran took a deep breath and walked to the desk facing the vent.

On this writing desk, there is a piece of extremely thick glass pressed on the wooden tabletop. Under the glass, there is also a very familiar photo of Zhang Weiran.

Subconsciously taking out the metal book, Wei Ran turned to the latest page, opened the paper bag next to the photo, and took out the few negatives inside, only to find that they matched the group photo under the glass.

superior.

Putting away the films and metal notebooks, Wei Ran sat on the chair in front of the desk, stretched out his hand to turn on the desk lamp with a green shade, and then turned on the British B2 spy radio station placed in the center of the desk.

After some research, Weiran tried to connect the power supply and the antenna extending from the vent to the radio, and then turned the power button to turn it on. Unfortunately, except for some beeps and noises, this channel was particularly unusual.

of quietness.

Weiran sighed secretly, and disconnected the power supply and antenna of the radio station in frustration. Then he gently closed it, and then reached out and gently opened the unlocked drawer of the desk.

In this drawer lined with newspapers, there are several thick large brochures.

I carefully picked up the top book and opened it. On the white paper on the first page, there were only five equally graceful calligraphy written on it: "The Thirty-One Years of the Republic of China". I gently turned to the second page, which recorded

The content turned into blue pen characters.

On the third day of the first lunar month, the translation of the report was as follows: It was learned that the enemy and puppet faction...

Without continuing to read, Wei Ran turned to look at a letter posted on the lower half of the page. On this letter, groups of four-digit numbers were written in pencil.

Continuing to flip through a few pages, the content on the back is almost the same as the previous page. They are all the translated contents of the telegram received on a certain day of a certain month, as well as the manuscript paper affixed to this page.

And in the middle, there are also a few scattered reports, but most of the contents of these reports are emergency situations such as so-and-so being arrested, which radio station has been damaged and has stopped contacting.

Putting aside the book that recorded the content of each time he sent and received newspapers, Wei Ran picked up the second book and opened it. Except that the content on the first page changed from the 31st year of the Republic of China to the 32nd year of the Republic of China, the content inside was different.

Still the same.

Read on like this one by one.

When he turned to the last page of the last volume, the handwriting on it had changed significantly. Even the content on it was extremely short and confusing, "October 1, the 38th year of the Republic of China,

The message sent is as follows: This letter comes by chance, God helps Huang Zhonggong."

He took out his cell phone and looked at it, but there was no signal at all in the basement. Seeing this, Wei Ran simply took a photo of this page, and then put these large books into the drawer as they were.

Opening the drawer on the right, there was also a large album. When he opened it, he found that this time it was a photo album.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This photo album not only contains several colorful feathers, but also photos and corresponding negatives of almost everyone he came into contact with during that period of history, and even some of them

, were all taken by him himself.

Sighing secretly, Wei Ran put the photo album that was destined not to be made public back to its original place, and opened the last drawer on the left.

However, there are only three large yellow croakers placed in this drawer, and among these three large yellow croakers, there is a deformed bullet embedded in the middle of one of them.

Beside these three gold bars, there is a photo frame. In this photo frame, Qiu Shi, who is wearing a bright red wedding dress, and Tao Canhua, who is wearing a long gown, are holding hands, standing under the ginkgo tree on the first floor of the study apartment.

Among the fallen leaves on the ground, next to the big parrot that seemed to be flapping its wings, there was an eternally bright smile.

After returning the photo frame to its original position and closing the drawer, Wei Ran finally looked at the hospital bed next to him.

On the upper bunk of this bunk bed, there were several large glass jars placed on the bed, which was only covered with a mat.

However, these glass jars sealed with wax oil are not filled with dangerous picric acid and potassium chlorate. Instead, they are square paper packages one after another. Each paper package is also covered with Juanxiu's

The pen calligraphy starts with "Republic of China" and details the calendar time of the day.

Without even opening it, he knew clearly that what was wrapped in those paper packages were the negatives of printing content received by the underground printing room here.

He also knew that this small square paper packet was the ultimate medicine for the people of that era. The effect they could exert was even far greater than the energy produced by the mixture of picric acid and potassium chlorate.

Without moving the glass jars, Wei Ran shifted his attention to the lower bunk of the hospital bed.

On this shop floor, which was also covered with only mats, there were two camphor wood boxes and a suitcase with the name "Yukio Someya" written on it.

Carefully opening the first box, what was inside was an old-fashioned movie projector, a rolled-up curtain, and several reels of numbered film films.

On the inside of the lid of this camphor wood box, the words "Canhua Drama Troupe - Dingjun Mountain" were written in festive calligraphy.

Is this the arrears scene? Wei Ran murmured to himself, and at the same time carefully buttoned up the camphor wood box.

Opening the second box, half of it contained various books, newspapers and periodicals. The one at the top was the red-covered Scream. On the other side, there were several photo frames wrapped in newspapers.

, these photo frames are all filled with some photos of the young Mei Xiang and Mr. Shang, a famous actor in Beijing, as well as a few signed stills of Mr. Shang.

After wrapping the photo frames again and closing the lids, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment and finally opened the suitcase with Yukio Someya's name written on it.

However, when he saw what was in the box, his brows jumped.

This unlocked box is divided into two levels: upper and lower.

In the space on the lower floor, there lay a wooden box that fit almost perfectly and could be stuffed into the box. In the other half of the space, there were sealant rolls placed next to each other.

On the covers of these bakelite film canisters, the dates starting with the Republic of China are all written in detail.

But compared to these film canisters, he paid more attention to the few lines of Chinese characters written in paint on the inside of the box lid:

Sister Meixiang, when you decide to open this suitcase, Shunzi and I may be dead. If nothing else happens, they will probably attack us on the ship when we return to the recruitment ship.

They have noticed something strange about Shunzi and me, and have been following us recently. We can't escape this time, and dying in the sea may be the destiny of the descendants of the Dan people.

It's a pity that Shunzi is suffering because she is pregnant. Regardless of male or female, we have already thought of a name and it will be called Wugui.

After death, there are only two things that you can't worry about.

One is these negatives, which record all the tragedies that really happened after the nuclear-armed army occupied Tianjin and the various atrocities committed by this French military force over the years.

Although I am a reporter, I know very well that they will never be published in any newspaper. But I also firmly believe that evil will eventually be driven away by justice, and these negatives will be evidence in the trial of those demons.

Secondly, I am deeply worried that my mother's ancestral belongings will flow into the Japanese country. After careful consideration, I decided to leave them to Miss Meixiang for safekeeping. When Ryukyu is free and when I have a hometown, please send them to Ryukyu to choose a place to resettle.

My foolish brother Yifu, my younger brother and sister Shunshu thank you.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran hesitated for a long time, and finally carefully opened the wooden box lying horizontally.

However, when he saw the things inside, he couldn't help but froze. Not only had he seen the things in this box before, he even had one himself!

The only difference between the two is that the one he holds is made of gold and is not so big. The one lying in the wooden box in front of him is not only the size of a thermos bottle, but its entire body is also carved from mutton-fat jade.

!

This is a statue of Mazu made of mutton-fat jade!

He remembered very clearly that when the Miss Jiaya who was flying at the Green Funeral sent Lu Xinda to her home in Kazan, he tried to give the golden statue of Mazu to her as a thank you gift and to avoid trouble next time.

The other person’s favor.

It was at that time that Jia Ya not only rejected this too expensive gift, but also revealed that there were 23 gold statues in total, but there were only three mutton-fat jade statues of Mazu, and each of them cost 30

(Ming Dynasty) Heavy!

He even remembered that Jia Ya had said that there were only five gold statues alive, and only one of the mutton-fat jade statues still had its head.

So... could the mutton-fat jade statue of Mazu in front of me, passed down by Rangu's mother's family, be one of those three?
To be continued...