"All right!"

Professor Bayara said that according to my country's top secret archives, an anonymous material was received during the Tokyo Trial in 1945, which was directly mailed to the judges participating in the trial in my country.

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The signature is a Japanese officer who did not want to disclose his life. His rank was a colonel. He had participated in part of the research of the 731st Unit. The material stated that in 1942, the Japanese army built a North Manchuria Fortress in Inner Mongolia to defend against the Soviet offensive. In addition to playing a defensive role, this fortress also had a special purpose.

The Japanese built a secret laboratory here, and they have been studying a very terrifying weapon. The source of the energy of this weapon is the mysterious substance in the ruins of Rouran people excavated from the local area. It is said that the thing contains the evil witchcraft of ancient Rouran people shamans. But because he did not participate in the early construction process, he did not know the exact location of the North Manchu Fortress.

"Is this information highly credible? After all, after so many years, that guy has long died."

Professor Bayara said: "It should be credible because he wants to exchange this material for the Chinese judge to plead for his war criminal's son."

Wushuang said, I found several laboratories below, and there is indeed a black circular core that is very used to in the laboratory. That thing can absorb blood from the living organisms, but I don’t know if that is what you are looking for.

"I'm afraid not, because the Japanese mentioned in this material that the laboratory was hidden, and the specific location was on the east corner of the second underground floor. He said there were organs on the wall. Except for a few of them who were important experts involved in the research, even the Kwantung Army Command did not know where the laboratory was."

"Okay, let's discuss the price? You want me to bring back the things left by the Rouran, right? But you also know that this is more dangerous than murder. You won't let me work in vain, right? Don't tell me whether it's patriotic or not. This is not to say to me. My grandfather Wu Gongyao was not fighting the Japanese because of patriotism. We have beards, and beards only look at money!" He said it very badly. On the surface, he might even equate him with a traitor. But it makes sense to think about it carefully. What can you do without money in this world? Without money, you are a burden to the motherland, so why are you talking about patriotism? The motherland wants to kick you out!

"Hmph...Boy, you'll negotiate with me before you even have a look of your horoscope? Tell me, what do you want? Don't go too far!"

Wushuang lit a cigarette and did not rush back to him.

"I've done this for you. I won't talk about the conditions for now. I will definitely not make things difficult for you and your friends."

"Oh, do you know how to leave a way out for yourself? Okay! Then I will thank you for my friend first." After that, Professor Bayala hung up the phone.

"Grandma, I really don't want to go to that ghost place again. It's still suitable for me in the grave hole." He mumbled and scolded.

"What do you say, Professor Brother?" Ma Ya asked.

Wushuang sighed and said, the organization has given me a new task, so shed blood for the Republic.

"You? You are the only one who sacrifices your life for the country? Stop making trouble, we are beards." Ma Ya didn't believe Wushuang's words.

"What's wrong with Beard? Don't Beard ask for something? Alas! People, you have to live in reality forever. You can't give in!" Wushuang was quite helpless. He dared to refuse some things even if the emperor puts a knife on his neck. He is him and he does not belong to anyone. But he has to face this cruel reality. After all, his nationality is China.

"Then why didn't you offer the price just now?"

"What else do you think I don't want to make money? Don't you see what the fellow villagers in the Eji Lake Ranch are like? Hurry up and do what the old man ordered so that he can exchange it with him in exchange for the anti-toxic serum of the US imperialists to save them!" It turned out that Wushuang had already thought about the exchange conditions.

Ma Ya smiled with relief. She understood him. Don’t watch him killing without blinking or behave in consequences. But he is not a bad person. He is extremely kind inside. He is definitely a cold-hearted person on the outside and hot-hearted inside. This kind of man is most suitable for living at home.

"But you'd better get faster. I think Japan will definitely have a next move. They can't let us discover that secret."

Wushuang nodded and said, "I feel like I've been staring at us since I left. Otherwise, how could the little Japanese know that I'm coming to Korqin? How did he know that I'm approaching the dangerous area of ​​the North Manchuria Fortress?"

"Ah? Are you saying that there are spies from little Japanese inside us?"

Wushuang shook her head and said, "I'm not sure. The problem should be at home. Alas! I don't like to be scheming the most. Who will it be? This time it will definitely be a Caidie."

"Why? Brother, your attitude towards Sister Caidie seems to have changed a lot now? Have you forgotten that he revealed your whereabouts to Tong Sixi? Just because she is beautiful? Just because you two..." Ma Ya stopped talking, looking at Wushuang with big watery eyes, and she still said it. Although Wushuang was unwilling to face some things, she still couldn't escape them.

"That... well... Ya'er, I'm hungry, I haven't eaten for almost twelve hours. Have you told Bartel to make my favorite hand-catch mutton?" Wushuang quickly changed the topic.

Ma Ya pouted and pinched his ears and said angrily: "Hmph! Just hide, I see when you hide until you will be the first." Ma Ya didn't force him, and it was useless to force him. She had seen clearly for a long time. Wushuang was confused by the charm of Lan Caidian.

Wushuang lowered her head and said nothing, and was tortured by Ma Ya's ears like a dull gourd. He didn't want to, but he couldn't promise Ma Ya. Caidie and him were life-saving grace. Besides... he loved Caidie a little more.

Wushuang slept in the tent next to Eji Lake for a whole day. After nightfall, she was still awakened by the smell of meat floating by the lake. In her dream, she dreamed of eating roasted lamb legs.

On the lakeside, the brothers made piles of stones with gravels. Large pieces of green leaves and red silk were placed on the piles. All the brothers knelt in front of the piles of gravels and sprinkled the wine in their glasses on the ground, praying for immortality to bless the poor Hasen to enter heaven early. A fat sheep was roasted on the bonfire rack next to it, with peppers, salt and cumin sprinkled on it. The bonfire pile was full of pine wood, and the mutton was soaked with a rosy smell.

"My master, are you awake? Did we wake you up?" Bartel said respectfully.
Chapter completed!