But even if there are living people here, it is estimated that over the years, living people will become living dead.l520

Wushuang pulled the trigger without thinking, and the bullet broke the glass window and overturned the white shadow inside to the ground, but no blood was bursting out inside, and the white shadow fell to the ground and it felt like it was floating, not like a physical body.

"Look at you, are you too nervous? That's obviously a white coat?" Wushuang pointed to the white coat on the floor in the room to comfort Ma Ya.

"Yes, maybe I'm too nervous, but I just saw a white shadow moving in the corridor. I promise I'm not wrong."

"Well, okay, that's possible that the owner of this dress welcomes us."

Just now, Wushuang guessed that these high-standard kits should be lived in by officers in the fortress, but Japanese officers certainly would not wear white coats. Generally, only medical workers and scientific researchers are in white coats.

There are large locks on this row of high-spec suite doors, which are not available in other barracks.

He walked a few more steps forward and found a corpse in the fifth room on the east corridor. The body had completely decayed into white bones. The white bone was wearing a white coat and lay flat on the bed, and seemed to be holding a book in his hand, with thick dust falling on the book.

"Dead person? Why is there a dead person locked here?" Ma Ya asked.

"I understand. There are many foreign experts in the North Manchuria Fortress. If it were experts from Japan, they would never limit their personal freedom. Look, the white bone's hair is still there, it is golden. "Wu Shuang thought that the lock had been so long, and it was probably kicked open with one kick, but he didn't expect that the lock of Japan was of good quality and the quality of the door was also good. He kicked it several times, and he grinned his teeth in pain. The door was still intact. Read the latest chapter full text

This is not a problem. Opening the door and picking locks is the best skill of stealing doors. Wushuo learned his first skill when he was a child was to unlock locks. Children who steal doors can not steal, but they cannot do so. This is also the skill they rely on to survive in the world.

Wushuang took out the black iron buckle that was specially unlocked from under the boots, straightened the black iron buckle and stuffed it into the key buckle. He poked it left twice, poked it right twice, and then pulled it down with a click, and the lock was opened.

The lock of the world is almost useless in front of the thieves. This thing is to guard against gentlemen but not villains, and Wushuang plays the role of villains again.

This thing is not only unparalleled, but also Ma Ya. The third generation of thieves like them are all black iron buckles inherited from the older generation. The making process of a master key such as the black iron buckle has long been lost.

The two approached the dusty room and bowed deeply to the body, because he was not a Japanese and he was also a victim just like the Chinese.

"Hey! You're a sin!" Ma Ya sighed.

"Yeah, put a stick of incense in the west of the house and burn two more pieces of paper money. Although this guy is a Westerner, since he died here and is discovered by us, he will follow the customs. I hope to see their great gods like Jesus Christ the Virgin Mary, the Chinese ghost coins in his hand can also be used." Wushuang slowly opened his bones and claws, tried not to damage the bones, and took off the book in his hand.

That was not a book. After opening it, Wushuang found that it should be a diary. The above are written in foreign languages, and he only knows the year, month and day at the edge of the footer of each page. If it was English, it would be fine, but with his high school level, he might be able to translate some of the content, but the text recorded on it seems to be more similar to English, but it is not English yet.

"Let's take a look." Ma Ya came back and took the diary.

The Xing'anling generation is close to the Russian border. Some villages and towns close to the border always trade daily necessities with each other when they arrive at the market. Ma Ya often goes to the market, so she barely understands the Russian language of life.

"It's not Russian, it seems to be French." Ma Ya shook her head.

"By bye!" Wushuang took a blanket from the cabinet and covered the body, which was simply a burial for him.

Walking further forward, every time you walk a few rooms, you will find a foreign friend in a white coat inside. Unfortunately, other foreign experts did not leave diaries, and did not even have any valuable clues.

"What are these little Japanese devils studying? As for? Why are they arresting so many foreigners? These foreigners are also stupid. They know they can't go out alive, leaving some clues? It's in vain to die!" Wushuang said.

"It's not that they didn't leave clues, but we can't understand them. Do you think there will be Chinese people here?" Ma Ya asked him.

Judging from the skeletons and hairs that were just discovered, most of them belong to Westerners. In that war-torn era, China was poor and backward. Not to mention scientific research and medical research, even the weapons and equipment that depended on for survival were rarely independently developed and produced by China.

Wushuang shook his head and said, "It's hard. At that time, the Chinese people were backward in their thoughts, unless they came back from studying abroad, just like Qian Xuesen and Deng Jiaxian."

"How can you be underestimated by me? Why can't I have great China? Can't we produce European muskets?" Suddenly, a sonorous and powerful voice came from the end of the east corridor.

"Who is there?" Wushuang shouted.

"Don't you two babies have the power to be the most powerful of others. I, the five thousand years of civilization in Greater China, can those Eastern dogs compare to?" the voice shouted.

This voice is sonorous and powerful, and the way and tone of speaking are different from that of modern people. It seems that this person is full of grief and anger in his bones.

Wushuang rushed towards the sound with a gun. He shone a flashlight and found a figure standing in the room ahead. The man was also wearing a white coat and standing with his hands on his back and his head raised.

"Brother, he...is he a living person?" Ma Ya asked with a laugh.

"Impossible! Look, there is a lock hanging on this door. Who can live in a closed room without food or water for more than fifty years? Unless he is a god!" He forgot to say that in addition to gods, there may be those demons who practice.

I heard what the person said just now, and I seemed to be very disdainful of Wushuang's statement. Wushuang didn't say anything, it was just that the West's technological level was higher than that of China in that era.

"Senior, are you a great name?" Wushuang's tone was very polite.

"Wang Guangxue!" The man reported his name, his voice still had a high voice, and he seemed very confident.
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