9 Sunrise Plan My mind was a little confused by Guan Baoling's strange dream. The most important thing was that if Su Lun had already made the decision to move forward, no one could persuade him to come back.
After Xiao Kereng finished venting loudly, I smiled tolerantly: "Su Lun is a talented person who can do great things. She doesn't need others to guide her on what to do and how to do it. Xiao Xiao, you are too excited, and she is over there.
An expedition team has been formed, and no one person will go on the road alone."
"The closed disciple of Guannan Wulang", these words themselves are a shining golden sign, that's why I feel so reassured about Su Lun. I believe that she must have thought carefully for several days before entering "Lan Valley", and also
There will be complete preparations to deal with it.
Xiao Keleng suddenly lamented: "Mr. Feng, I really don't understand what you are trying to do? Your current actions are completely irrelevant..." This is the most severe accusation she has made against me since we met.
I know what I am doing and can implement my guiding ideology throughout. On the contrary, Su Lun's insistence on exploring Afang Palace makes me baffled.
Xiao Kereng hung up the phone helplessly. She didn't understand that I stayed here not to Guan Baoling, but to wait for Tengjia's final enlightenment results. Whether there will be a second Afang Palace on earth is not a concern to me.
It's not the most important thing. Compared with the treasure, I'm more concerned about the whereabouts of my eldest brother Yang Tian.
The shocking secret under the Meditation Hall is what really makes it difficult for me to leave Fengqiao Temple.
Guan Baoling had already gotten up, bent over the table, and continued to draw something.
I was very surprised by her unusually sharp senses. This could be said to be a dream, or some kind of strange mental hallucination, just like she could disappear in the bathroom of Xunfu Garden, but no one else could.
.From this point of view, there must be some mysterious qualities in her body.
"The bottom end of Feng, the square pillar was surrounded by scaffolding, and it was at least twenty meters high. I felt very scared. Looking around, I only saw countless flat entrances to the corridors..." In her writing, those separated by
The very close flat door looks exactly like what I saw in my hallucination.
"Keep talking, don't be afraid, those are just dreams and hallucinations, there won't be any danger." I comforted her in a low voice, dragged the chair over and asked her to sit down.
"Did you see people or moving creatures? Words? Logo? Badges? Pictures? Hmm - or some weird space capsule or something?" I hoped to inspire her to learn more about the building.
knowledge in things.
"No, I was so scared that I couldn't even scream. I just hugged the square pillar tightly and refused to let go. It was strange. I felt like I was another person at the time, and there were many long strings of thoughts lingering in my mind.
Numbers, and the images of dozens of weapons kept flashing back. For example, I felt like a long rope with steel spikes might be shot out of me, hit the dome, and then slide down the square pillar - there were a lot of things in my mind.
Regarding the memory of the desert, tanks spray-painted with the Stars and Stripes emblem stirred up the yellow sand and kept moving in a straight line in the direction of the compass..."
The tip of her pen moved "swish" and she actually drew the latest American tank.
I wiped it randomly on my tense face and told her softly: "I think your mind is a little confused. It's better to relax and go for a walk. When you really calm down, you can slowly recall this dream."
I really want to determine the relationship between the underwater building and the two doors under the meditation hall. At least they both have flat-structured corridors. This makes me confused, because if the corridors were dug out for human passage, they would be made thin.
The shape is tall, without making it look weird like a wide mouth. Unless the purpose of this is to transport something wide and flat, since the shape is so formal and meticulous, it may be proof that one has lived in this building.
The people used extremely advanced excavation methods to dig out the caves, just like a famous chef cutting tofu with a quick knife, effortlessly.
"Then, who would build this space and then leave it unused, wasting resources?"
According to international practice, any military building built by any country will have the country code and military number spray-painted in a prominent position. No carelessness will be spared, and no detail will be missed. However, from Guan Baoling's words, no such sign can be seen.
exist.
I spent the whole day without a clue, and neither Xiao Kereng nor the tycoon called me, which made me feel strange.
After dinner, Xiao Kereng took a stack of paper, sat cross-legged on the bed, and daubed it aimlessly, while I sat by the brazier, lost in thought at the extinguishing charcoal fire.
Just after eight o'clock, she held up a painting and placed it across her chest: "Feng, look at my painting, this is Ruishika."
Sure enough, dressed in an elegant suit, with her head slightly tilted, and her blond hair hanging down freely, it was the lively and cheerful Resika. On her left index finger, she wore a black silver ring, and the ring part was obviously thickened.
"Feng, it's very strange. I feel that there is some kind of connection between me and her, both physically and mentally. Can you please check her information?" She marked "Reese" in the corner of the painting.
The words "card" continued to be smeared on Ruishika's face.
Would she be surprised if she knew Risika's identity?
When I think of the code name "Silver Dandelion", I can't help but think of the 2003 Iraq War... I remember Xiaoyan once said that she would send information to my mailbox, so I immediately opened my laptop and prepared to connect to the Internet to enter the mailbox.
I know that several Asian publishing houses are searching for materials and planning to publish historical biographies of the Iraq War. Since the "September 11" incident, the Americans have launched a series of vigorous and resolute counter-terrorism operations, ushering in a new era of war in the new 21st century.
The prelude to this, and the Republican government has been carrying the banner of "anti-terrorism and national defense" for three years. Even if the president is not tired, the American people are already tired.
It is conceivable that the U.S. government is transforming the "big counter-terrorism" of the joint forces of the navy, land and air forces into the "small counter-terrorism" of unit breakthroughs and one-hit kills. At this juncture, Resika's abnormal actions will definitely make the Pentagon's
The nerves are tense.
"Feng, look again -" Guan Baoling raised the painting again, and I saw the slender and slightly curled eyelashes and the clear black and white eyes of the person in the painting. It was clearly her own painting.
At this moment, I have entered my e-mail, and a document with a little swallow as the background icon is flashing in my inbox.
"Have you noticed the similarities between my face and Ruishika's face?" Guan Baoling pondered, lowered his head and started drawing on another piece of paper.
I first opened the file sent by Xiaoyan, and a password input box immediately popped up on the screen. Below it was a short prompt: "Yan Xun, Su Lun, Xiao Kereng? Whose name will you enter first?"
After all, Xiaoyan is young and will never forget to be naughty. I typed in Yanxun's name without hesitation. Sure enough, it was decoded smoothly and a lengthy English information with pictures and text appeared on the screen.
There are more than a hundred pages of electronic documents, and I am afraid that even if I flip through it all night, I may not be able to finish it.
I got up and made a cup of strong tea to cheer myself up, hoping to find something from the information.
If Toka's enlightenment never ends, I'm afraid there will be another chaos when the American spy "Pompeii" arrives. I must seize as many effective clues as possible and seize every opportunity.
"Feng, look at this picture again -" Guan Baoling became very interested in painting, and raised another picture, which was the face of the tycoon in deep thought. She placed her own portrait side by side with the one she had just painted, with a serious look on her face.
Looking at me, waiting for my judgment.
I held the tea cup and stood in front of her. I stared at the two paintings for a few minutes and couldn't help laughing: "There are at least five points in your facial features that are 95% similar to Mr. Ye's face."
The above are the center of the eyebrows, cheekbones, corners of the lips, wings of the nose, and auricles."
Guan Baoling also smiled: "Yes, the answer is completely correct. So, what about Reeseka and I? I have only met her once, and I always feel that there is a very close feeling of déjà vu. Please analyze it again." She pointed at Reeseka.
Ka's self-portrait was altered and his face was full of confusion.
I shook my head and looked away. I didn’t need to look at the picture to understand that she had no resemblance to Rishika. According to the internationally accepted police system portrait comparison convention, everyone’s face will be automatically segmented by the computer.
A hundred parts of equal area were scaled and compared one by one. Resika is an American, and her facial features tend to be bold and resolute in men, which is incomparable with the facial features of Guan Baoling, a classical beauty.
"What's going on? I was really confused. As soon as I saw Resika, even in that extremely weird environment, I kept thinking, who is she? I always felt that she would
Follow me—"
She raised the pencil, tapped her forehead, and finally shut up.
The room became quiet, except for the occasional slight crackle of charcoal and the swipe of pencil on paper.
I switched the document reading mode to automatic page turning, held the tea cup in my hands, and concentrated on reading the information.
The first part tells about the "Sunrise" plan on the eve of the Japanese surrender.
People on earth see the sunrise every day and feel hope for the future, but all Japanese people know that they are ashamed to see the sun on the morning of September 2, 1945. Because on this day, they will
Sign the surrender letter and honestly admit your failure.
The imperial family had issued a declaration of defeat, but at that time the Japanese still had an elite force that they had not yet had time to send to the battlefield. Perhaps this force, which was called the "Light of Fuso" by the commander-in-chief of World War II Tojo Hideki, was not good at two things.
The frontal assault in front of the military formation was used to carry out "assassination and sneak attack" missions. Their leader was Feng Linhuoshan, who had the "Tian Ninja Alliance" token.
There is not much description of Feng Linshan in the information. It only quotes a passage from Doihara Kenji, the spy chief responsible for the intelligence work for the invasion of China: "Feng Linshan is just like what the Chinese said in "Sun Tzu's Art of War".
'Therefore, soldiers are established by deceit, by moving with advantage, and by dividing and harmonizing. Therefore, they are as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as invading and plundering as fire, as motionless as a mountain, as unpredictable as the clouds, and as moving as thunder. His body is condensed.
Japan's thousands of years of martial arts, wisdom, loyalty, and tenacity can entrust the life of the entire country to him. If we lose, I am willing to guarantee it with my life."