As an outsider, I see the situation most clearly.

What Mr. Yan and the others want is eight vegetative people such as Kusanagi Kan, and they have been planning for a long time, and the goal is very clear.

The fat man's long-term vision is to start from the preservation of vegetative people and the precious clues of tracking down the secrets of the Mogao Grottoes, and no longer attaches importance to personal life and death and the distinction between countries.

Teacher Yan obeyed the general's orders, and the fat man was willing to talk to the general, but the general was not here.

"Call the General." I whispered to Teacher Yan.

Teacher Yan twisted his eyebrows: "The general fully understands the situation here, and after opening the vault, I can call the general to ask for instructions." ”

I shook my head: "If you dwell on this issue, it will always run out and form an endless cycle." Listen to me and call the general, this is the only way to solve the problem. ”

Teacher Yan thought that he had occupied the lair of the Xinyue Sect and could sit back and relax for the time being, but in fact, this idea was extremely wrong. Such a large secret agency will not be run by just a few or dozens of people, and it will not exist in isolation.

If this is the lair, then there must be other branches that echo this place.

The problem can't be solved in a short time, the reinforcements of the Japanese ninja have arrived, and Mr. Yan and his men and horses will definitely be defeated.

Teacher Yan also shook his head: "Impossible, I don't believe it, the password is more important than the life of Jade Fox Zen?" ”

The fat man sneered: "My life is not important, there are countless elites of the Heartless Sect, there is no more than me, and there is no less than me." If you don't listen to Mr. Long, you will definitely regret it. ”

I took out my mobile phone and shook it to Mr. Yan: "Okay, tell me the phone number, I'll dial." ”

Teacher Yan snorted and ignored me.

I don't blame Mr. Yan for his cold and hard attitude, I just feel that his actions are too rigid and completely live up to the good intentions of the general who entrusted him with important tasks.

In the midst of war, it is most taboo to copy rigid routines and paint cats and tigers.

In the art of war, it is emphasized that the general will not be subject to the orders of the foreign monarch.

Those who lead the troops in battle must repeatedly adjust their battle plans according to the military situation, and sometimes even if there is a major reversal in direction and strategy, as long as it is appropriate, it is not unavoidable.

A phone call can change everything, but Mr. Yan is entangled in "calling" or "not calling", and it has basically been decided that the balance of victory and defeat in this war is about to tilt on the fat side.

"I know, I'll call, you call." The fat man screamed.

Teacher Yan and the proprietress shouted in unison: "Impossible, don't listen to him, how can he know the general's phone number?" ”

I ignored them and dialed the number "1395315108" according to the Arabic numerals that the fat man said next.

The phone was connected, and a very elegant female voice came: "Hey, who is it?" ”

I replied earnestly and respectfully, "Is Your Excellency a general?" I am Long Fei, an unknown painter in Dunhuang, and I am a colleague of Mr. Yan. ”

The female voice replied calmly, "Okay, you say." ”

I continued calmly: "Now, we have a very tricky matter here, Teacher Yan can't make the decision, and we have to wait for Your Excellency to decide. The underground vault where the vegetative people are stored cannot be opened, and Jade Fox Zen knows the password, but he is afraid that it will ruin the research and refuses to say it. Teacher Yan said that if he didn't hand over the password, he would kill someone on the spot. This problem can only be solved by Your Excellency, please hurry up and give instructions to Mr. Yan to solve this trouble. ”

No matter who is on the other end of the phone, I am now solving the problem for Mr. Yan and the fat man, and I do not involve my own personal interests at all. So, don't grovel to anyone, just tell the truth.

Teacher Yan stared nervously at my face, as if the general could jump out of the phone at any moment and reprimand him severely.

The female voice smiled: "This matter is not tricky, please tell the Jade Fox Zen, the Yellow Flower Society is not a blind bear who breaks into the cornfield, it will only cause destruction, not wisdom." The Heartmoon Spirits have owned those plants for decades and have not produced any useful research results, and it is long overdue to hand over control. You must know that any big secret on the earth belongs to all mankind, and anyone with a sense of justice can uncover the secret with the confidence and determination to 'work for the benefit of all mankind'. Whether Huanghua will cause sabotage, he promises to innovate on the basis of the research of the Xinyue Wuxiang faction, make closed-loop scientific research results as soon as possible, and refresh mankind's understanding of the Mogao Grottoes. Also, you can tell Yuhu Zen that the most advanced scientific research institutes and advanced tools are not in Japan or Europe, but in the United States. Didn't he want to know what secrets the Mogao Grottoes had? Just hand us over the vegetative person and we'll be able to give him the answer in no time. If we keep our heads down and be open and honest, he can always rest assured, right? ”

This person speaks without leakage, and her views on both the positive and negative sides have been transformed by her, so that I have nowhere to refute.

"What if the other party doesn't hand over the password?" I asked.

"Then kill it." The female voice replied lightly, "Kill it, destroy the nest, and deal a heavy blow to the Heartmoon Spiritless Faction." The battle between the Yellow Flower Society and the Heartmoon Sect is a protracted war. I never expected the war to end after just a dozen years, as was the case with World War II. You are an outsider, not an insider, and will never understand the meaning of this war. After you are familiar with history, you will be able to understand that sometimes war is not for the sake of a city, a pool, a place or a country, but the flags of destiny of two peoples. Such wars will not only take place on the ground, but will be in the clouds, underground, outside the body, inside the body, in the future, in the past...... In full swing. The defeated side will forever lose the soul of the nation, and the victorious side will become the pioneers of the universe like Pangu, Nuwa, and the Three Emperors and Five Emperors......"

I took a deep breath and noticed that there was a hypnotic hint in the beautiful female voice, and before I knew it, I was so engrossed in listening that I forgot about my own problems.

"Killing each other, no gain, isn't it?" I asked.

"If you don't kill the other party, the other party uses the password as a threat, what good plan do you have?" The female voice also asked rhetorically.

Actually, I don't have any good solution to the problem.

At the moment, Teacher Yan has entered the ninja's lair, and no matter whether he can get the password or not, it will eventually lead to a looting.

All I can do is to defend the fat man again and save him from slaughter.

"I'll say, I've got something to say." The fat man screamed, took two steps, and snatched the phone from my hand.

It's a pity that the other party hung up the phone and didn't leave him a chance to defend himself.

Teacher Yan and the proprietress kept staring at the phone, and they all breathed a sigh of relief at the moment.

"Open the door, no way." I told the fat man.

"It was a really bad decision, you know? Those...... Those vegetative people have extremely high research value, so I am not willing to ...... to others," the fat man argued.

I took a step back, pointed to the combination lock, and said no more.

No matter how valuable the contents of the vault are, if you don't open the door, the fat man will die, this is the undoubted answer.

"Well, that's all there is to it." The fat man finally recognized the situation, took five steps forward, and lightly pressed a set of passwords on the combination lock.

The inside of the door "click, click, click" sounded three times, and then slowly bounced outward.

The cold fog inside the door was surging, and the temperature in the corridor immediately dropped by several degrees, making people feel chilled all over.

Mr. Yan was the first to walk in, and after a few clicks on the control panel embedded in the wall on the right, the exhaust fan in the door began to work, quickly pumping away the cold fog.

The rectangular hall, thirty paces long and fifteen paces wide, is divided into eight sections by a one-meter-high low wall, each of which contains the largest crystal refrigerated cabinet, eight in all.

Teacher Yan bent down and read aloud the text on the label attached to the head of the refrigerator: "Kusanagi Kan - okay, it's in the first freezer, this is the most important person, immediately send a signal outward, we have succeeded." ”

I didn't rush forward, lest Teacher Yan think that I wanted to steal the merit and suddenly attack me.

The fat man's face was like earth, and he looked at Teacher Yan who was full of ambition in distraction.

"Alright, it's over." I whispered to him.

"It's not over, you think it's over, it's the beginning of the nightmare. You'd better pray now, pray that we'll run a little faster than them. The fat man said.

There is also a combination lock on the lid of the crystal coffin, if you can't open the lock intellectually, I believe that Mr. Yan will directly smash the coffin.

The fat man walked over and entered the password, and the lid of the crystal coffin immediately slid open to the side.

He knew him so well, Teacher Yan was naturally happy, thinking that the fat man had been frightened.

In the coffin lay a pale-faced Japanese man dressed in an old-fashioned gray kimono with flip-flops on his feet.

The man's eyes were kept open, hollow, looking up at the roof.

It's hard for me to estimate his real age now, but judging by his facial features, he doesn't look like he's forty years old at most. In other words, when he turned into a vegetative state in Cave 112, his body had stopped growing and was almost forever young.

Kusanagi Kan in the documentary is alive, high-spirited, courageous, and full of pure enthusiasm for the work that scientists must have. The current Kusanagi Kan is lying half-dead in a crystal coffin, which will only bring nightmares to people.

I noticed that Kusanagi Kan was wearing ECG and EEG test clips on his left and right temples, left and right chest, and left and right index fingers, and the wires at the end of the clips passed through the bottom of the crystal coffin and extended into the invisible place.

"If Japanese scientists can decipher Kusanagi's electrocardiogram, it will probably not be far from the day when the truth will be discovered." I can't help but think hopefully.

Ancient Chinese masters of magic invented the "mind reading technique" as early as the Han and Tang dynasties, and if this principle can be copied into a supercomputer unit, it can scan anyone's thoughts in a large range, with high power and high accuracy, and directly read and present it on the screen. I believe that the research of fat people is developing in this direction, but the progress is a little slower and not ideal.

"That's him, that's him." Teacher Yan pointed to the people in the crystal coffin and laughed.

In my opinion, if there is no core technology of fat people, there is no point in finding more vegetative people.

Even in Germany, where medical technology is the best in the world, medical technology for vegetative people is still sluggish.

So far, there is no physical or chemical method to restart the brainstorming process of a vegetative person or brain-dead patient, and breathe new life into this stagnant pool.

Kusanagi Kan is an out-and-out Japanese invader, although the documentary does not show the scene of him wielding a knife to kill, but he led the team to carry out a "cultural invasion", which is even more terrible and hateful.

The only one that can be compared with it is the first secret unit "731" under the command of the Japanese military department.

The former will destroy the Chinese nation culturally, while the latter will physiologically mutilate the Chinese people. The methods are different, but all the crimes they have committed are too numerous to mention.

Perhaps, such vegetative people should be made into hard-shell specimens and brought to anti-fascist memorials around the world for exhibition, so as to give the most solemn warning to all anti-human warmongers. The Japanese should atone for the atrocities of the war, and the best way for Kusanagi Kan and his ilk to atone for their crimes is to publicly show them to those who covet the treasures of the Mogao Grottoes, and warn them not to repeat the mistakes of the past. I thought silently in my heart.

Experienced herb pickers know that the precious medicinal herbs in the deep mountains and old forests are guarded by highly poisonous creatures. If the greedy only sees the herbs and ignores the danger, they will often go and never return.

The same applies to Dunhuang and Mogao Grottoes, where people like Kusanagi only stare at secrets, ignoring the great dangers that accompany the eternal existence of secrets, and their fate will always be a "death" word.