Yang Muyun got up tremblingly. When he saw what was happening in front of him, he was shocked. In the entire warehouse, blood was flowing, and the corpses lying all over the ground. He didn't dare to look closely. After a glance, he saw the broken limbs and arms almost vomited. He stumbled out of the warehouse, and there was a bitter sea breeze outside.

When the cold wind blew, he felt a little dizzy and felt very uncomfortable in his stomach. He held the wall and vomited for a while, and suddenly thought of something.

He thought of the calm man. It seemed a bit unfaithful to escape like this. I don’t know how the calm man is. After all, he is a prisoner in a cell. After nearly a month of time, even if he dies, he has to make sure his body is still there.

Thinking of this, Yang Muyun tore off a strip of cloth on his body, wrapped it around his nose, gritted his teeth and rushed back to the warehouse. He endured the strong smell of blood and carefully checked the corpses on the ground. The corpses were all from those pirates. After searching for a while, he couldn't find the calm man.

Several corpses fell to the ground and were stacked together, with hands and feet mixed, and their faces soaked in blood. He didn't dare to look closely, so he couldn't determine whether the calm man was really not in it.

Such exploration has reached Yang Muyun's limit. He couldn't help but rush out of the warehouse, find tools such as iron shovels and crowbars and stumble back to the cave, and release all the surviving hostages.

After some twists and turns, they drove the pirate ship back to the high seas and finally survived.

Hearing this, I touched my chin and said, "That calm man is not in the survivor."

"No, at least I didn't see him when I left the island." Yang Muyun said.

There is something in my words. I noticed this keenly and asked, "Later he appeared again."

"Yes." Yang Muyun nodded.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "A very tortuous and thrilling story. But after listening to it, even if this calm man is a little weird, he is not considered an immortal."

"Listen to me. After the rescue, our survivors had several gatherings, but I didn't see him. At that time, I thought that the calm man must have been killed. Later, I checked the travel list at that time and did not find the Japanese name in the list of victims. I checked the list of missing persons, and there were two Japanese people, one of them was a woman, obviously not him. There was also a man named Ichiro Odabe. I couldn't be sure if it was him, and I wanted to continue to investigate. However, due to the time, it was unimaginable that people used their personal power to investigate foreign information in another country. This matter just passed." Yang Muyun said.

He picked up the teacup and didn't drink it. He thought about it quietly and continued, "A few years ago, I was in the United States, by chance, and was invited to participate in a commemoration event to mourn World War II at the Ponchi Baoer National Cemetery of Honolulu. Most of the people who were worshipped there were American soldiers who died in battle on the Pacific battlefield. In the cemetery, I actually saw him again."

Speaking of this, Yang Muyun's voice trembled a little.

"The calm Japanese man appeared again. He was wearing a black suit, shaved head, standing in front of the tombstone of the cross, hanging his head, muttering something in his mouth, looking very pious."

When he heard this, I suddenly had an idea: "He is not old."

Yang Muyun's hands trembled and some tea spilled out. He looked at me and nodded for a while: "He is not old."

"More than twenty years have passed, and I have gray hair and frown all over my face. But his appearance is as thin, so young, so peaceful as twenty years ago. I have not recognized the wrong person. His appearance and his eyes have been firmly imprinted in my mind. When I first saw him, I was almost shocked. When I realized that I wanted to find him again, he had left and disappeared."

Although I have experienced many strange things, I still feel a little incredible when I hear this.

"He appears faintly like a ghost, and then leaves quietly." Yang Muyun sighed: "I was originally a materialist, but since that day, I believe that there are supernatural things in the world. This time he appears, I will not let him go. Those who pay homage to the cemetery will leave their signatures. I communicated with the management staff, got the signature of the day, and found the name of Ichiro Odabe."

Yang Muyun said that with this name, he hired a first-class painter to draw a portrait of Ichiro Odabe according to his description. He began to look for the whereabouts and background of the Japanese like a needle in a haystack.

But to his surprise, he found many Japanese friends, used a lot of connections, and looked up many information, but he couldn't find this Odabe Ichiro.

Yang Muyun subconsciously felt that the direction he was looking for was probably wrong. It was not accidental that this Japanese appeared in the cemetery of mourning for World War II, and perhaps it had something to do with World War II. Yang Muyun came up with an extremely incredible conclusion.

That is, this Ichiro Odabe has not grown old for more than 20 years, and has escaped incredibly under the hijacking of pirates. Will he be an immortal person. If he is immortal, you can boldly assume that he may have participated in World War II.

Speaking of this, Yang Lin smiled bitterly: "Liu Yang, you don't know. When my father made this weird inference and spent a lot of money and energy to re-investigate it, neither of my elder brother nor me supported me, and I thought the old man."

"I feel like I'm old and confused." Yang Muyun smiled faintly.

Yang Shu and Yang Lin grinned. The relationship between father and son is really good.

Yang Muyun said: "The reason I had such a bold idea at the beginning was because of a detail. This detail is not something that people who are present in person can't understand. This detail is the fighting technique of killing pirates. It is very cruel. It is mostly a killing with one blow. It is a calmness and determination when killing people. A person who has no slightest touch with such fighting skills and psychology can only be a soldier, and it is a very iron-blooded soldier who only crawls out of the smoke from the battlefield."

When Yang Muyun said this, I suddenly remembered myself, Liang Feiwu. He took the pills made from the mysterious cave and lived forever and became an immortal. Liang Feiwu, whose life experience is so damn similar to this Ichiro Odabe. If Yang Muyun guessed correctly, Ichiro Odabe is really a soldier and an immortal. Is this a coincidence?

Wang Xiaoyu, who had been listening quietly, suddenly interrupted: "Uncle Yang, that Japanese can kill people, why do you still believe in Buddhism? People who believe in Buddhism cannot kill animals."

Yang Shu smiled: "Xiaoyu, have you never heard this sentence? Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground."

Yang Muyun took a sip of tea and said, "Punishing evil is promoting goodness. A kind-hearted eyebrow is a Buddha, and a angry eyebrow is also a Buddha. I think there is no conflict between Xiaotian killing a pirate and he chanting the Buddhist scriptures."

Wang Xiaoyu said again: "That Oda is not a good thing either. The Japanese who participated in World War II are just Japanese devils."

Yang Muyun smiled and did not comment on this. He continued: "With the investigation direction, I focused on the Japanese soldiers who survived World War II. The investigation took half a year and there was news."

It was an old man who survived the Kanto Army back then. When he found him, the old man was in his 90s, in good health, and had a clear memory. When he got the portrait of Ichiro Odabe, he couldn't help but burst into tears. The old man stroked the portrait and asked Yang Muyun why he remembered to find this person. Yang Muyun lied, saying that the Japanese family was sorting out the memoirs of the war and entrusting him to find clues.

The Japanese old man said that this person was not called Ichiro Odabe, but Kiyomizu Ryo. When he joined the army, they were fellow villagers, all of whom came from Yokohama. After joining the Kwantung Army, they were brought to Heilongjiang to serve. They got along very well at that time, just like a close friend. Kiyomizu Ryomizu Ryomizu Ryo was older than him and took great care of him. The Japanese old man called Kiyomizu Ryo his brother.

About three months later, Qumizuliang was suddenly transferred away and got on the tank truck. The two of them left in a hurry and never saw each other again.

Decades have passed, and the young boy was already old at that time. Seeing the portrait of an old friend, the years of time filled my heart, with mixed feelings, nothing to say or words to say.

Yang Muyun thought about it and asked the old man if he knew where Qingshuiliang was transferred to. The old man carefully recalled that Qingshuiliang left a message at that time, as if he was going to participate in a secret mission. The old man trembled with a stroke and drew a pattern similar to a symbol, saying that the two special soldiers who took Qingshuiliang away at that time embroidered the seal in a very hidden place behind the collar. The seal was like this pattern.

Speaking of this, Yang Muyun took out his phone, swiped the screen, and a picture appeared. Then he handed it over and signaled me to see it.

I took it to my hand and looked at it. This was a hand-painted pattern on a piece of white paper. The brushstrokes were trembling and looked like a child's graffiti. The whole pattern was drawn very simple and rough.

But this pattern made me feel extremely creepy. I looked at it, my whole body was chilling, and my forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Several of them obviously saw the problem, and Wang Xiaoyu said softly: "Liu Yang, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I lost my balance and slid from the chair to the ground, and my whole body was already collapsed.
Chapter completed!