The man wore a red armband on his left arm, with a circle on a white background and a counterclockwise swastika (swastika) tattooed on it, which was clearly the symbol of the German ***** Party.

"How is that possible? How could there be a German ***** party in this place? And their clothes are the same as the ones I saw when I was in Tibet 18 years ago, are they a group? Luo Gang couldn't help but be horrified.

At the moment when Zhang Xilai's nerves were tense, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and patted him lightly twice, and when he looked back, it was Luo Gang. At this time, Luo Gang's expression was solemn, and he made a roundabout gesture with Zhang Xilai, signaling Liu Xilai to go around from the low back of the sand mountain to the front of the sitting person, and the dagger behind his waist slowly touched the back of the person.

The two of them arrived at the designated position almost at the same time, and at this time, Liu Xilai crossed the camel with one foot crossed, and jumped directly in front of the man with a gun in both hands. And Luo Gang also used a military bayonet against the man's back socket, motionless.

"Don't move, who are you and why are you here? Raise your hands above your head, and if you dare to move, you'll be killed instantly! Zhang Xilai asked loudly with a gun to the man's head.

I saw that the man had a lowered face, wearing a brown leather expedition cap, and round black goggles were tied to the hat, and the silver-white hair on the edge of the hat was very close to the color of the skin on his neck, which seemed to blend together, and it was difficult to distinguish.

Luo Gang saw that Zhang Xilai asked so loudly, but the man didn't react at all, so he pulled up his leg and kicked the man's shoulder, but the man rolled down the sand mountain like an eggplant, rolled 720 degrees, and lay on his back more than 3 meters away from them, still motionless.

Zhang Xilai saw that the man was motionless, so he said loudly: "Who are you?" Don't talk anymore and play shooting! I saw Zhang Xilai raise his gun and aim it at that person, "Da! Da! Three shots were fired, and the bullets hit the sand, splashing up bursts of sand. "Squad leader, it looks like this person is dead, otherwise such a big movement would have scared this stupid hammer to! There hasn't been any movement for so long, it must be cool! Zhang Xilai hurriedly said to Luo Gang.

At this time, Luo Gang had already held a flashlight in one hand and a military spur in the other, crossed his hands into a semi-defensive posture, and walked to the man's feet. He picked up the flashlight and shone it on the man's face, although the face was covered with sand, shining in the light of the flashlight, it was difficult to hide the man's fair skin, his eyes opened, and the green eyes were shining under the flashlight, and they emitted a green glow, which made people feel hairy in their hearts.

This person put his hands on his chest, tightly holding a dark green canvas bag, wearing a one-piece adventure suit, exquisitely cut, waist pads and three-dimensional tailoring, it looks like the fabric is also very elegant, not only exquisite, but also wear-resistant, it looks as if there is a layer of oil wax on it, which should play a windproof and waterproof, cold-proof and warm function. This is obviously Luo Gang's clothing of that era is out of place, the People's Liberation Army in the late 50s, most of them still wear light yellow coarse cloth military uniforms, you have seen such high-end equipment. Such a garment looks like it is used in a special environment, and if it is custom-made, what kind of specific environment will it be used in? Luo Gang couldn't care about thinking about it so much.

Now, what attracted Luo Gang the most was a backpack that the man was holding tightly with both hands. "What's in the backpack? It will make such a person hold it tightly when he is dying. Is it gold and silver treasures? Top secret documents? Luo Gang's brain was thinking rapidly. Curiosity grew heavier and heavier, like a little devil constantly encouraging him in his heart, "What else do you know?" , open it and take a look, don't you know? ”

At this time, Luo Gang didn't care so much, squatted beside the man, put the flashlight in his mouth, first took the submachine gun from behind, and used the barrel to pry the man's hands apart with a long period of effort, and then changed the military thorn, broke the strap of the backpack, and hooked the backpack out of the man's arms with the butt of the submachine gun.

The material of the backpack is similar to that of the man's clothing, and it looks waterproof, unlike our previous military satchels, which were opened on one side and had zippers or buttons on them. This backpack looks a bit like a big roasted wheat or a bun with a puncture mouth. The backpack is sewn from a whole piece of leather or a whole piece of cloth, about 40 cm to 50 cm long, close to the top 2/3 of the bag is tightened and tied with a rope, and at the same time, the leather at the back of the tie is turned out, and a loop of rope is tied at the original tie position. In Luo Gang's memory, this way of tying pockets is generally used by nomads, in order to prevent the salt from getting damp or melting when it encounters water. Only then did the salt be put into a leather bag and sealed in this way.

"And what's in this waterproof pocket?" Luo Gang was puzzled again.

"Hey Wazi, come here and help! The rest of you are on standby for martial law. Luo Gang turned around and beckoned Liu Xi, who was three or five meters away from him, to help.

At this time, Liu Xilai was a little timid, and asked timidly, "Squad leader, my mother said that things that move people to death are not good, and they will be punished." Besides, this person's whereabouts are unknown, so it's better for us to hurry back as soon as possible to report to our superiors. ”

Luo Gang handed the flashlight to Liu Xilai without raising his head, and said jokingly, "I'm afraid of a ball, stupid baby, let you help me get the flashlight, and I didn't let you do it to help me get him." Even if he came to find someone to take revenge, he came to me, how could it be your turn? You're an accomplice at best. Besides, the flashlight is so bright and shaking him, he can see what is going on, even if he wants to find someone to retaliate, he has to know what the enemy is like. Don't get in the way, be bold. ”

Taking advantage of Liu Xilai's efforts to illuminate with a flashlight, Luo Gang had already used skillful techniques to cut the rope tied to the pocket with a saber, and then he used a saber to cut the side of the pocket. Then, with a saber in his hand, he carefully picked up the piece of cloth on it and flipped it aside.

At this time, all the things in the backpack had appeared in front of Luo Gang and Liu Xilai. A rectangular leather notebook about 30 centimeters long, and some palm-sized glass bottles, a military map that has been waterproofed, and some unknown ores.

Inside the glass bottle were some strange biological specimens that even Luo Gang didn't recognize.

The cowhide notebook seemed to be very well preserved, with no signs of flooding. Luo Gang motioned for Liu Xilai to continue to provide him with a light source for the flashlight, while he picked up the cowhide notebook and flipped through it.

The material of the notebook paper seems to have been specially treated, and the surface is very rough, but the thickness of the single sheet of paper is far more than normal paper, and the surface is a little rough, even like the current wafer sandwich biscuits, like many pieces of paper sandwiched together, much like Naxi Dongba paper. Dongba paper has always been a special paper used by the high priest of Dongba of the Naxi nationality to record Dongba myths, epics, and scriptures. Dongba paper is made of plants unique to the Naxi region, made by dozens of handmade processes, and is the thickest handmade paper in Chinese history, so this kind of paper is thick, smooth, ivory-white, and very resistant to wear. And because it is a slightly poisonous viburnum, Dongba paper has the characteristics of insect resistance, moth-resistance, and a particularly long preservation time, and the preservation period can reach 800 to 1,000 years, and is known as a living fossil in the paper. Luo Gang, who walked through the ancient tea horse road at the age of 18, did not dare to conclude that this notebook was made of Dongba paper, because he also met a Naxi tea team from Dali, Yunnan Province in Kyakhta more than ten years ago, and heard the old man of the Naxi nationality talk about it at that time. Because according to the price of goods in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, any book or codex on Dongba paper can be exchanged for 500 to 1,000 oceans. This kind of thing is even rarer than any pearl jadeite.

On the first page of the notebook is a long list of names and a string of Roman numerals written in German. When he was young, Luo Gang, who traveled south and north, and traded in Europe and Asia, was relatively proficient in Russian, German, Chinese, and Mongolian, and had no problem with daily communication. The first page translates to:

"Nestor Adolf December 25, 1937"

Immediately afterwards, Luo Gang turned the second page, and from top to bottom, there were two black and white photos, and the scene on the photos suddenly calmed Luo Gang, and he couldn't say a word when he saw it. The first photo on the top is a group of 6 foreigners dressed like this dead man and a lama like a living Buddha, standing in the square in front of the Potala Palace, with the Potala Palace as the background photo, these seven people have different faces, some are smiling, some are preoccupied, the strangest is the owner of the notebook in the photo, Nestor Adolf, his eyes are very hesitant, and his hands are tightly talking about a pocket in front of his chest, and that bag is the mysterious pocket that Luo Gang has just opened. On the left side of Nestor Adolf, that is, in the center of the photo, the living Buddha has a solemn expression, looking unwelcoming to them, and even a little disgusted, but the eyes of the living Buddha are staring at the pocket in Adolf's arms, his hands are clenched into fists, and his thumb and little finger are stretched out, like the sign language "6" gesture in our life, and his mouth is slightly open, as if he is chanting some incantation when taking the photo. In the upper right corner of the photograph is the words "January 21, 1939".

In the second photo, Nestor Adolf and six people dressed in the same special jumpsuit are standing on a rocky beach next door, illuminated against Mount Kailash, with dozens of tents standing behind them, with large wooden boxes stacked around the tents, two diesel engines, about 30-50 people busy cooking and carrying equipment in the background, and even a team of six people patrolling with German-style Mkb42(H) assault rifles. Similarly, there is a string of numbers written in the upper right corner of the photo, except that instead of "1939.1.17", it will be "1942.5.13".

The background in this photo immediately evokes Luo Gang's memories, it was in 1951 when Luo Gang followed General Wang Zheng all the way from Xinjiang to Tibet and peacefully liberated Tibet, they passed through the Kalash Mountain in Pulan County, 7 kilometers southeast of their camping site, at that time they also found several corpses and damaged tents, they were all Germans, and there were some wooden boxes scattered on the ground to hold large equipment, and after reporting to the central government, this matter was never mentioned again.

"It seems that this German, Nestor Adolf, is not simple. If he entered China in 1943, then why did he appear in Lop Nur in Xinjiang after 15 years? And although his face has been blistered like rotten bread with salt and alkali, it seems that there is no big age gap between him and the Adolf in the photo 20 years ago. What have happened to them all these years? Luo Gang was full of questions, and he was stunned and motionless.

"Squad leader! Monitor! A hurried cry pulled Luo Gang back to reality from his doubts, and he looked up to see Liu Xilai looking at him eagerly.

"He's evil, damn it. Lao Tzu is not evil again, you howl so loudly! I was already distracted, but when Liu Xilai called him like this, I was startled, and Luo Gang scolded loudly angrily.

"What's wrong? Monitor. Liu Xilai asked.

"It's nothing, hurry up and inform everyone, get ready to pack up and continue on your way. You go and see how Abramaimaiti is doing, if not, I have a few painkillers here, give him a meal first, and we will be at the Milan farm in 2-3 hours, and we must finish the task before the black sandstorm. ”

"Yes!" Liu Xilai replied loudly, took the bottle of painkiller pills in Luo Gang's hand, climbed above the sand slope, and muttered: "I think you are evil, a broken book can be read for more than an hour, without turning the page, is it not a book from heaven!" Fool around with a hammer and murder me. ”

After instructing Liu Xilai, Luo Gang didn't have the heart to go through the notebook again, he put the notebook and the glass bottle in the big pocket in one go into his big supply bag and tied it to his camel. Then, Luo Gang took a bundle of rope from the camel, and a piece of oil canvas that he usually used for camping, and motioned for a few little soldiers to help, and they worked together to roll up the corpse of the German in oil canvas, tie it with rope a few times, and tie it to a batch of empty camels.

"Squad leader, what are you tying such a big lump of fragrant meat, and you can't exchange it for food. Go back and visit the museum? Liu Xilai asked Luo Gang with a hippie smile.

"What do you know about a baby! This man is probably 70 years old, and how he died and why he is here is a mystery. He was tied up to tell us his secrets. Luo Gang put one leg on the camel and said, and then he whistled, and the camels stood up one by one as if they understood, and when the camels stood up, he whistled again, and the camels began to march towards the Milan farm.