"Rig?" The fat man bent down and laughed.

I watched him quietly, neither smiling nor asking new questions, but waiting for his answer.

"The rig is gone, is this the answer you want?" The fat man laughed enough before he straightened up and answered.

That's a good answer, since ancient times, many great inventions and precious treasures have ended in "disappearing", making all followers slowly die.

I pointed to the crystal coffin and asked lightly: "They are here, the rig is gone, does this make sense?" ”

You must know that at that time, the Japanese special combat team was guarding outside the Mogao Caves and closely watched the movements in Cave 112. If someone breaks in and steals the rig, it's almost impossible.

During World War II, the Japanese special forces were personally trained by German instructors from one of the Axis powers, and their combat capabilities were outstanding, and they made the Nationalist army suffer a lot on the battlefield. If a thief and grass coward appear in the Mogao Grottoes, let alone get involved in the drilling rig, they will definitely be killed on the spot, and they will not be able to walk out of the cave for half a step.

Therefore, I judged that after the accident of Kusanagi Kan and the others, they would definitely return to the northern coastal ports under the escort of the special combat team members in the starry night. During the war, several of the main warships of the Japanese invaders were cruising along the front lines of Dalian Port, Bohai Bay, Qingdao Port, and Shanghai City to provide direct support to the army.

According to the situation at that time, as long as the drilling rig was on the warship, it would never be lost again.

"Yes, your question is to the point, just like the same question that the Military Investigation Department asked when interrogating the special operators who escorted Kusanagi Kan to the west. In anyone's opinion, every member of the special combat team is armed to the teeth, and they are brave and invincible, and it is not a problem for this small unit to escort the scientists through the intertwined lines of fire between the Chinese and Japanese armies, and it will definitely arrive at Qingdao Port safely. Unfortunately, they encountered a tougher enemy - the interrogation transcripts of the special combat team members show that at the junction of Shandong and Henan, in a place called Meng Muji, the small unit was attacked in the middle of the night, all three guards were silently controlled, and the other team members in their sleep were poured with incense medicine, and when they woke up, the drilling rig had disappeared. The only clue to the accident was that someone had found traces of a military truck in the dense forest north of Mengmuji, and that Leningrad cigarette butts, which were the most popular cigarette butts of the Soviets, were found near the ruts. If it was the Soviets who had robbed the rig, then we would have a 50% chance of having a 50% chance of each possessing a vegetative man such as Kusanagi Kan and an indispensable rig on the other. Mr. Long, I have no intention of concealing it, but these details are not of much help in resolving today's matter, so I will omit it. You can imagine that if the rig had been in my hands, I would have been able to go out all night to drill the big secret of Cave 112. "The fat man's explanation is reasonable and logical, and he can't find anything wrong.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, Russia became the biggest beneficiary of the alliance, so I judged that the rig was also left in a secret Russian warehouse, and it may never see the light of day.

"Get the rig back, that's the key to victory for both sides." I told the fat man.

"So, Mr. Long agreed to join the gang?" A look of joy crossed the fat man's face.

I nodded, and let the other person rest assured.

Lei Dongtian has always been a person who is not willing to be lonely, and if the "Dunhuang Heavenly Machine" shows up again, he will definitely be very interested. It just so happens that Lei Dongtian has a deep relationship between the political and business worlds, black and white on the Russian side, and can help the Xinyue Directionless faction pave the way and find a drilling rig.

What I can do is to be a bridge between Perak Hall and the Heartmoon Sect. It's just that in this kind of cooperation, all the results are uncertain, both sides are tigers, and the slightest carelessness will trigger large-scale battles.

"Thank you, Mr. Long, you nodded, and my hanging heart was put down." The fat man smiled.

I didn't pursue the authenticity of the vegetative people, nor did I dwell on the details of how the eight men were well maintained to this day, because I saw that every part of the crystal coffin was engraved with the tulip logo of the German factory in Helle.

That trademark is a symbol of the best industrial technology, and as long as the Hele factory agrees to the customer's order, it will be able to meet the requirements and deliver a flawless product.

Looking at the history of World War II in Germany, it can be seen that the reason why the Nazi Führer was later than the United States was because the inspection department of the Halley factory carried out repeated moisture-proof and anti-collision safety tests on the lead part of the *, which led to a delay of 60 days in the construction period, which allowed the Americans to show the limelight on the stage of world war.

History also records that as the victorious country in World War II, the U.S. military received all the machinery and equipment and expert workers of the Helay factory, and it took three months to transport all of them to the United States, laying a solid foundation for the rapid development of the U.S. machinery industry and weapon design after the war.

After the Helai factory became public property of the U.S. government, the tulip trademark that had been used for nearly 100 years was changed to a pulsatilla pattern, and since then the product has no German origin, but has become an authentic American product.

Historically, these eight crystal coffins were made before the end of World War II, and their quality is beyond doubt.

I admired the decisiveness of the Japanese in dealing with the problem, and they were able to foresee that the eight vegetative people would bring about an adaptation, so that they could save the vegetative people at all costs.

This is the most meaningful and valuable piece of work, and leaders in other countries do not have this kind of vision.

"Is there anything else I can help with?" I asked.

If we are destined to work together on some projects, then improving relationships from now on is the most necessary task.

The fat man nodded deeply: "Of course, of course, there is a favor, only you can help." Kusanagi Kan's memory space is full, and he can no longer effectively hypnotize his brain. Now, what is most needed is for you to enter his inner world, read everything through and destroy it sentence by sentence, without giving the rest of the treasure hunters any chance and without causing an uproar in society. ”

I knew it would be a tedious and delicate process, and it wouldn't happen overnight.

In the face of modern technology, never say "impossible", but "everything is possible".

"I'm willing to give it a try." I say.

The fat man was very relieved and pointed to the end of the hall: "Okay, it's time for us to go and see that Teacher Yan." ”

We completely underestimated the strength of the Xinyue Directionless Faction, Teacher Yan thought that the enemy was pouring out of the nest and followed Sang Wanyu to the anti-thief pit, the actual number of ninjas was endless, but they were all hidden in the shadows, avoiding the sight of the Yellow Flower Society scouts.

The fat man made a gesture at random, and two gray-robed ninjas flashed out silently, controlling Ding Xiaoxiao instead of me.

"It's going to be fine, don't worry." I comforted Ding Xiaoxiao.

Ding Xiaoxiao only had a wry smile on her face, she should have realized that the battle just now was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and under the leadership of Teacher Yan, she chose the wrong battle object at the wrong time.

"I don't care, but Mr. Long, please give Teacher Yan a way to live. People are in the rivers and lakes, and we can't help ourselves, and we are just pawns under the command of the bigwigs, and we can only act according to the instructions of our superiors. If you can survive this time, you must stay away from Dunhuang and no longer ask about the secrets of the Mogao Grottoes. Ding Xiaoxiao whispered.

Indeed, everyone is a pawn.

Who the real boss is, the people below can't imagine at all.

I remember Lei Dongtian once said: "There are two kinds of things in this world, one is the orderly hierarchical society of the rich and the poor seen by the common people, everyone works hard and wants to get ahead." The other is the high-level society that the poor can't imagine, even if they struggle day and night, all they can see is the afterglow of the taillights of the bigwigs' cars. It seems to me that there is a third kind of society, that is, the big people drink tea, play cards, water the flowers, raise dogs, and by the way, all the order in the heavens and the earth is clearly formulated, and the people outside don't even know whether these big people are men or women, good or evil, they only know that they are absolutely real——"

As far as I know, there are not many people on Hong Kong Island who dare to sit on an equal footing with Lei Dongtian. During the reign of the British Emperor, the Lei family was called the "big butler", and at that time, they were all engaged in the business of licking blood with knives, and the word "afraid" had long been deleted from the dictionary of life.

The bigwigs he admires, their status must be high in the clouds, even if they trample on the soles of the Lei family, they don't dare to complain, but they should be complacent, feeling that they have been in close contact with the bigwigs, even if they only touch the soles of each other's shoes.

In front of the big guys, the little princes and the big messengers all stand aside, and they are not qualified to talk directly with the big guys.

No matter how politicians whitewash, class will always exist, which is an inevitable phenomenon since the establishment of human society.

Although Ding Xiaoxiao is young, he suddenly saw through the essence of the incident - only by staying away from the secret whirlpool can he live well. Based on this alone, she is more skilled than Teacher Yan.

"Xiaoxiao, you wait a minute, I'll solve Teacher Yan's problem." I say this sincerely.

Ding Xiaoxiao's feelings for Teacher Yan can't be concealed, if something happens to Teacher Yan, Ding Xiaoxiao will suffer a heavy blow in his life.

"Please, Mr. Long, as long as you move your mouth and hands today, Teacher Yan and I will be grateful to Dade today." Ding Xiaoxiao bowed sadly.

I couldn't bear to look at her, and followed the fat man to the end of the hall.

"Today, how kind you are, how much others will regret it. You promised the woman to save Teacher Yan, which proves that you don't know about the Yellow Flower Society at all. After taking twenty steps, the fat man covered his mouth and snickered.

"There's nothing funny, I've been dating Teacher Yan for more than two years, and theoretically and emotionally, I should reach out to help." I replied indifferently.

The fat man raised his eyebrows and made a "I see" expression.

I know he must have laughed at me for being stupid.

The Yellow Flower Society is an espionage organization, and the first thing to do when you become a spy is to abandon all personal emotions and start from the perspective of "completing the task". Therefore, when Mr. Yan was with the painters, what he said and did was to complete the task, without a trace of sincerity.

Talking about feelings with a spy is tantamount to playing the harp to a cow.

Knowing this, I still refused to stand by indifferently and ignored Ding Xiaoxiao's sadness.

"Mr. Long, feelings are precious, don't let people do it easily." The fat man smiled.

I can hear that he has something to say, and the object of sarcasm is not only Teacher Yan and Ding Xiaoxiao, but more people in my life, even including Gu Tingcheng.

I smiled, unwilling to refute, and silently quickened my pace.

There is both an elevator and a walking elevator at the end of the hall, and I didn't hesitate to choose the latter.

Elevators are too easy to control and are not as safe as walking ladders.

"When Kusanagi Suga said goodbye to the emperor, he left a message—oh no, a painting that was very impressive." The fat man spoke again.

I went downstairs intently, silently.

"Do you care about what's on the drawing?" The fat man asked.

I nodded and turned around the corner of the stairs.

Looking down, the downstairs hall is covered with light blue anti-static wood floors, and countless buzzing sounds of different heights are blowing in the face. The only thing that can make such strange noises is that the mainframe computer room can produce it continuously.

The sound of our footsteps was soft, muffled by the sound. Of course, under the noise interference, I couldn't hear Mr. Yan's movements.

"It was a dragon imprisoned in countless layers of circular lines. The area of the painting is one meter square, with at least 20 layers of lines, each drawn with different materials. The dragon's brushwork was the strangest, and even though it was covered in layers, it could still be clearly revealed from behind the various lines. There were many painters under the emperor's command, but none of them could tell how the painting was made. The painting is still in the Imperial Family's private museum, and if you're interested, we can take a trip to mainland Japan after the war. The fat man continued.

Before the "three-dimensional painting" technique was widely promoted, it was understandable that artists could not explain this phenomenon. However, today, even ordinary people know the tricks of three-dimensional painting, and it seems that it is already a fuss to promote that kind of painting.

"It's just a three-dimensional painting, isn't it?" I asked.

The fat man shook his head and smiled: "I knew you would think so, but it was wrong." ”