What a strange find. And rightfully so. Something to be expected. Lin Yang took the flashlight and shone it forward. It's pitch black, with no end in sight. Or maybe there's something in front of you blocking the view, and it's a very special hole.

Thinking of the details in the tunnel war, could this be the artifact of the North China People's War of Resistance.

Walking forward, he looked left and right at the battlements in the wall. Some places are dilapidated. Dropped a lot of bricks. I'm not in the mood to take a closer look. It was the roof-like stuff that was artificially repaired on his head that piqued his interest even more.

There are planks and thick wood, and curtains made of reeds. Look closely. It looks like purlins and rafters that have been removed from the house. The planks look like whole wooden doors, oh! The entire Great Wall is artificially hidden underground.

I walked around those mounds for a long time. Some of the bricks on the walls are not very smooth and have varying degrees of damage. The mounds of earth that fell from it were sometimes more and sometimes less. In some places, there is only a small black hole with cobwebs to crawl through. could touch the wood above his head, but these did not stop Lin Yang's curiosity.

It took him a long time to walk along this road to the door of another tower. This door and the door to the outside. It's not the same, it's a lot smaller.

On both sides of the doorway, there are traces of later repairs, and a lot of bricks have been rebuilt.

Lin Yang cautiously leaned sideways. Get in through this little hole. The inside is completely different from the previous enemy tower. A lot of low walls were made of bricks to serve as compartments. The corridor between them was very narrow and dark.

Let Lin Yang feel like walking in a labyrinth. He was amazed to find that there were many footprints in it. Some went out and some came in. There is not much floating soil on the ground. It is impossible to tell if these footprints were stepped on recently. It's still a long time ago.

These footprints seem to have walked in every compartment. But what is certain is that it is clear that these footprints belong to a person, a pair of shoes.

Is it Hou San's? Or someone else's. He couldn't judge. It must have been someone else's, with his head down, and he got through the door of the cubicle. Inside is a room for people to live in. There was a broken wooden bed. There are simple furniture such as tables and chairs. But it's all left from a long time ago. It looks even older than the one on the mountain.

That's probably the case in every compartment. It only shows that many people have lived here before. This corridor turns east and west, next to the door of the cubicle. There are all kinds of farm tools. There are hoes and pickaxes for digging soil, and large baskets made of bamboo strips. Buckets and even ploughshares.

In one of the last compartments. The most footprints at the doorway. Someone inside deliberately tidied up. The dilapidated tables and chairs have traces of being wiped off. The ground has also been cleared. Even under the shabby bed. There is also not a lot of dust. Someone has replaced the worn-out place of the bed slat.

These traces prove. Someone has lived here recently. He's still in the corner. A spear was found, and on the table was an aluminum kettle, probably used to boil water, and it was blackened with smoke. But in such a narrow and closed cave, burning wood and boiling water is tantamount to suicide!

He picked up his gun and looked at it. gun, there is no rust on the barrel. The gun and the tray were also carefully wiped.

He recognized this gun and could call his name, which was very similar to the 98k in the cave. He should belong to Hanyang-made during World War II. Lin Yang pulled the gun and bolted. The gun, the bolt was not rusted, there were no bullets in the chamber, there were no bullets in the whole room, and finally a suitcase was found under the bed.

Very modern black suitcase. Lin Yang looked at it carefully with a flashlight. This is a suitcase with a four-digit combination lock. He tried to open the box. But after trying a few times, the password is not right. Can't open the lock on the box.

When I picked it up and checked it, the box was very heavy, and the contents did not make a movement, so I couldn't tell what was inside.

Looking under the bed, I found a black iron box. Out of reach of the box, he took the spear and used the barrel. Pulling the box out, it wasn't light, and it took a lot of effort for her to get her hands.

When he opened the box, he was startled, inside was a new pistol and some bullets, and some gold jewelry, some of which were also inlaid with gemstones, beautiful diamonds, diamond rings, diamond necklaces and bracelets, Lin Yang had seen them one by one. I gritted it with my teeth, and I was sure that it was really made of gold.

Who would have this stuff and put it here? It's obvious. What's in the box is definitely more important than what's in this box. So what's in the box?

He held the flashlight in his mouth. Place the box on the table. After fiddling for a while, he still didn't open the lock on the box. Holding the box and shaking it vigorously, the contents of the box were stuffed solidly.

It's been a busy day. The air inside was very stuffy, and gradually, it seemed as if the oxygen had been consumed by Lin Yang. He put the gun still in the corner, put the box back under the bed, closed the lid of the iron box, and put it back under the bed, no matter whose things it was, he had no intention of taking them.

But when he wanted to leave, it seemed to be flashing behind him, reflecting the golden light of the flashlight jewelry. The diamonds, shining with a light that attracted him even more, turned around, and stayed at the doorway for a moment, still unable to resist the temptation, and took out the box and the iron box together.

Can't wait to open the iron box. He grabbed the jewelry inside and put it in his pocket. Put the bullets that were accidentally mixed together. One by one, I picked them out. Still in the box.

With only guns and bullets left in the box, he closed the lid of the tin box and put it back under the bed.

Turning around and thinking that this was not going to be done, he came back and took the tin box and the box into his arms. Nervously walked out of the room. Now he wants to get these things out of here. But halfway through, he changed his mind again. A gun is a dangerous thing that can hurt others as well as yourself.

What can be placed here is obviously not obtained through formal means.

Think about the legal system of my big country, how many people can be equipped with guns? How many people can keep guns in their possession?

It's better to leave it here, and don't want the previous owner to find out, mainly because no one else can find out that she stole something. As for why he thought like this, Lin Yang couldn't figure it out. He has mixed feelings right now. If you want to take those jewels, it's ironclad.

Now that he is penniless, maybe these things can help him, but it is useless to put them here anyway. No matter what he thought, he didn't want people to discover these things anymore, or let people find out that he was acting against his personality, and asked himself in one sentence, was he cornered?

He dug up a few bricks in the ground of another room.

A big hole had been dug in the ground, and perhaps the box contained more valuable jewelry, but now he had no tools, and he could not open the box, nor could he bring such a conspicuous object with him, so he had to leave him here first. He put the box in with the iron box from which the jewels had been taken out, and laid the bricks on it again, keeping a flashlight in his mouth as he did so.

It made her face hurt so much that she couldn't seem to close her mouth. When he was done, he took out the flashlight and touched his face that was about to be dislocated.

His mood calmed down a lot, and he remembered the spear again. If you want to do it without knowing it, why don't you hide it?

He went back and put the spear on his back, and found a broom in the corner. He walked backwards and smoothed out his footprints with a broom, even the previous footprints. I shone it with a flashlight repeatedly, but I couldn't see any traces of someone coming, so I left with confidence. On the way back with the gun on his back, he found a relatively large mound, dug it up, and hid the gun in it.

Only then did I return to the first enemy building with peace of mind, thinking that the wall that was pushed away by myself was better built as it was. His actions are not discovered by others or the later they are discovered, the better.

Whoever the real owner of these things is, there must be a reason why these things exist here.

This kind of work on the north wall was not his forte. And it looked like the wall next to it, and it took him a lot of effort to do it.

It's all right. Get out of the enemy building and walk out into the small square. All of a sudden, his mood brightened a lot, and the depression that Monkey San'er had left behind him had brought him before. It seems that all these jewels in the pocket have been dispersed without a trace.

I really want to ask who is hiding this stuff here? Either way, he couldn't stay here any longer.

Such a valuable thing, its owner will always find it one day. It was no longer his refuge, but a dangerous place he had to flee.

Only now did he understand that it might be a bomb shelter that had been converted into a bomb shelter during the war. Transform such a majestic ancient building into this look. It may be a desecration of history, but it is undeniable that it also serves to protect this ancient city.

Lin Yang did not take the original path and passed through the woods at the foot of the mountain. All the way to the edge of the park, a spacious, two-lane urban main road with a central barrier.

There were no road signs, and Lin Yang didn't know what the name of the road was. Stand under a bright street lamp. I looked left and right, not knowing whether to go east or west.

There are a lot of vehicles coming and going, one after the other. There are also many pedestrians on the side of the road, and some have just come out of the park. Lin Yang walked carefully along the side of the road to the east.

At this point he felt. All the passers-by were secretly looking at him. Did you see yourself taking something in the ancient city?

I was even more anxious in my heart, and I kept comforting myself. How is that possible? Buried so deep in the ground. How can it be seen?

Even if he has been comforting himself like this, he can't let him feel at ease in front of pedestrians. Justifiably, I've been trying to find a place to hide.

No matter where he goes, he can't stay here anyway. At the very least, he had to find a place to turn the contents of his pocket into cash. That might be a little more reassuring.