"The 29th Army of the National Revolutionary Army, the commander of the 113th Division, Zhou Shutong. ”

Zhou Shutong's voice was sonorous and he stretched out his hand towards them.

Lu Xiu bowed slightly, and then took out the two things in turn.

One is a wordless book from the auction house, and the other is a purple flashlight found in the corridor of the Peking Theater.

He spread out the scroll of paper, turning the flashlight on and off repeatedly until it shone a purple light, and then cast the light on the empty scroll above.

Gradually, fluorescent handwriting emerged.

"This is ......"

Zhou Shutong's spirit was shocked, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

Lu Xiu nodded: "The Japanese marching route in the area of Lugou Bridge." ”

He took a deep breath, was this the final destination of the piece of information he had gotten through decades?

Zhou Shutong's face changed, and he was in awe of the few people in front of him, he put his heels together, raised his hand between his eyebrows, and made a dignified military salute: "Thank you." ”

Xie Lang excitedly pulled Xu Chunqiu's sleeve: "Then we can count it as completing the task! Great, great......"

Lu Xiu returned a somewhat faint smile to Zhou Shutong, and for some reason, a feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged up in his heart.

For others, this may be just a fictional story, an ordinary variety show script, but with so many similar details and so many coincidences, it seems that he is continuing an ending to his past experience decades ago.

Seeing that the task given to them by Lu Jin had been completed, the next problem followed.

Du Zigui frowned, thinking about the time machine that disappeared: "But...... How are we going to get back?"

Just thinking of this, I only heard Zhou Shutong say something: "I'll find someone to take you to the cellar in the southwest of the station, there are things you want." ”

Adjutant Jiang led them out of the military tent and went straight to the southwest of the station.

There was a secret cellar in that place, and after Adjutant Jiang had brought them to his place, he stopped outside the door and did not go in again.

Fu Nanxun leaned on the door frame and asked with some curiosity: "Adjutant Jiang, what is in here?"

Adjutant Jiang didn't respond to him directly, but just said, "There are things you want in it." ”

Fu Nan said that I don't even know what I want.

But I saw Du Zigui's expression beside him change: "Is it a time machine?"

Adjutant Jiang still avoided the question: "I'm just an errand runner, what is inside, everyone will know when they go in." ”

One by one, they passed through the door and down the steps to the cellar.

Xu Chunqiu was the last to walk, and just as she was following behind Xie Lang and preparing to go in, Adjutant Jiang stopped her: "Please wait." ”

Xu Chunqiu turned around when he heard the voice, but saw Adjutant Jiang take out a flashlight from his body and hand it to her.

"This is ......," she recognized that this was the purple flashlight they had gotten from the Peking Theater, shook her head and said, "That march route map can't be seen without the purple flashlight." ”

Adjutant Jiang said: "Our division commander has memorized the above contents, please take it." ”

Xu Chunqiu stared at him for a few seconds, guessing that this flashlight would have other uses next, so he didn't shirk anymore and took it smoothly.

The light below was very dim, only a faint lamp above his head flickered on and off, Xu Chunqiu was the last to come down from above, his eyes had not yet had time to adapt to the dim environment in the cellar, and he only heard the small and fragmented sounds around him.

She held her breath and listened, and the sound was like the hands of a clock, "clicking".

But there's more than one, much more.

She made a rough estimate and felt that there were at least a dozen, if not dozen, of dials here.

After about ten seconds, Xu Chunqiu's vision returned to clarity, and what greeted her was an unexpected person.

An old man in a short shirt, his hair was gray, his body was slightly rickety, and in the dim environment of the cellar, there was a pair of gold-wire sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Xu Chunqiu's eyes widened, and he recognized the person in front of him almost instantly.

It's a fortune operator.

Xu Chunqiu was not the only one who knew him, and when Lu Xiu saw this familiar old man, he was also shocked.

Lu Xiu's eyes were fixed on the old man, Lu Jin, Zhou Shutong, Lu Mansion, and Beiping Theater, no wonder everywhere is exactly the same as the scene from decades ago, this script is created by the old man in front of him, right?

Du Zigui on the side frowned, and said to Fu Nanxun in a low voice: "Why is he?"

Fu Nanxun was stunned, he didn't have the slightest impression of the old man in front of him.

"Have you seen him?"

Du Zigui nodded: "We've all seen him." ”

"Last time, when you took me to see Director Ren, you took a photo in the stairwell. ”

Fu Nanxun racked his brains to recall, but he didn't think of anything.

Xie Lang was at a loss: "What does Adjutant Jiang mean by bringing us here, what does it mean that we will know after we go in......"

Bu Operator stood there with his hands behind his back, the light bulb above his head splashing the dim light above his head, and a whole curtain hung behind him, covering the wall behind him.

He pushed the gold-wire sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand, and smiled meaningfully at them: "Don't come to harm." ”

All eyes were fixed on his face, and no one spoke.

"Zhou Shutong sent someone to bring you here, right?"

His voice paused slightly, and then he said to himself: "The rank can come here, it seems that the march route map has been sent to Zhou Shutong's hands. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Lu Xiu's expression was solemn.

The old man grinned: "My surname is Bu, and I am a fortune teller." ”

Of course, Bu Operator knew that this was not what he was asking, but he still continued: "If you want, you can call me Bu Operator. ”

His tone was not hurried, and he said the same words as when he introduced himself to Lu Changqing in the Lu family's courtyard decades ago.

Lu Xiu was silent, and he didn't continue to ask.

With action camera lenses on all sides, it's obviously not a good place to talk about things.

Bu Operatorzi opened his mouth coldly, his body leaned forward slightly, and asked mysteriously: "Don't you wonder, did that battle report come in handy in the end?"

He stared meaningfully into Lu Xiu's eyes.

Lu Xiu didn't answer, but the rhythm of his breathing seemed to miss a beat with his words.