"Are you alright?" I looked at the blood on Zhang Xiao's calf, and I felt that I was in pain.

Zhang Xiao said lightly: "There is a man, small injuries and small pains are not in the way......"

Although he said this, but when I listened to him, his lips trembled, and he put the flashlight in the pocket of his clothes, and the light of the flashlight inadvertently shook towards the ground below, qr1

"I'll go up first." I quickly climbed up the big hole, and that's when I realized that I had come to a small room.

The whole room is like a workshop, just like the signal tower I saw in the movies.

The hole we had just kicked out was the far corner of the little room, and directly across from me was a glass window, very old, and I could see that it was mottled with cobwebs.

Under the small window, there is a work table filled with old books and books, as well as a few pens.

On the left and right sides of the small room are two cabinets, on which are also various papers, with a thick layer of ash on them.

Not far from the cabinet on the left, there is a small bed, and the bedding on the bed is messy.

But the most striking thing is a telescope under the small glass window on my left, supported by a bracket under the telescope, and a chair next to it, probably because people who used to sit here often sit next to the telescope and look into the distance.

Next to the telescope, there is a small desk with two radio-like gadgets on the desk, as well as a number of walkie-talkies similar to "Big Brother", a pair of black headsets and microphones.

What is this Nima not radio?

I was pleasantly surprised, it seemed that my previous guess was correct, this was really a signal tower, so it seems that this stone tower is not necessarily the work of the Sima people.

But I'm also worried about whether this radio will still work!

At this time, Zhang Xiao had already climbed up.

I saw Zhang Xiao squatting down as soon as he came up, covering his little feet, I also leaned over to Zhang Xiao's legs to take a look, the trouser legs were scratched a large piece, and the skin and flesh under the knees were also directly cut by steel bars, it was a wound of more than ten centimeters, and a piece of flesh was hanging on the leg like this.

Zhang Xiao's face was a little pale: "Although it is not very serious, Nima is too painful, and the bleeding can't be stopped." ”

I hurriedly took out the Nepalese saber from my trouser pocket, stretched it out, and cut the pants of Zhang Xiao's injured leg from below the knee.

I wrapped this cloth around Zhang Xiao, tied a knot, shook my head and sighed: "I hope I can stop the bleeding temporarily, but I'm afraid of infection." ”

Zhang Xiao could only keep sighing.

I pointed to the radio on my desk and said, "Look what this is." ”

Zhang Xiao cast his eyes over there and exclaimed, "Is there really a radio?" ”

I nodded.

He limped in front of me, finally pulled the chair next to the telescope to his desk and sat down.

He blew the ash on it and put the headset on his head.

I walked up behind Zhang Xiao and asked, "Do you know how to use the radio?" ”

Zhang Xiao paused for a moment and said, "Only a little." ”

At this time, I regretted a little, why didn't I leave Terry behind, he was a special soldier, and radio was the most common thing in the barracks.

I don't know anything about radio, I can only say that I know it.

Then I didn't have the right to speak, I quietly watched the movements in Zhang Xiao's hands.

Zhang Xiao stretched out his hand to mobilize the small buttons, and after a while, he twisted a few keys that could be turned, his brows tightened, and after a while, he took off the headset and threw it on the desk.

"Damn, it doesn't work at all, it's broken!" Zhang Xiao slammed the radio hard.

With a bang, it seemed that something had fallen at Zhang Xiao's feet.

I frowned and walked over to pick it up.

It's a notebook with a leather cover and a thick layer of gray on it, and I can even see from the side of the notebook that the edges of the paper inside are a little yellowed.

"What is this?"

When I opened the cover of my notebook, I saw that the first page read: Lost Deer Island Project Records.

"Get it here......"

Zhang Xiao said as she lifted everything off the desk, and wiped the desktop with her sleeve without being dirty.

Because the light of the small room came in through the window, and the position where Zhang Xiao was sitting was right next to the window.

I put the notebook up, leaned next to Zhang Xiao, and turned the first page.

The paper was very old, and even a corner had been corroded, and in the yellowed paper, I could faintly see a small line of light blue letters:

Whoever you are, get this book, please boar it in the world, it's a very dehumanizing plan, sorry, Dr. Z, I can't do it.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Xiao and I looked at each other at the same time, and blurted out in unison.

At this time,I vaguely feel that this book is not simple.。

"Let's take a look at ...... first," said Zhang Xiao and hurriedly turned the second page.

But unfortunately, there are dense words on it, but every word is very blurry, a large piece of light blue.

"Lao Tzu is also drunk, does this person have a little common sense? Don't know how to use carbon ink? If you have to use blue ink, this kind of ink will not be able to read clearly after a long time. Zhang Xiao scolded.

Zhang Xiao flipped through dozens of pages, but every page was the same, a pale blue piece, very blurry, almost a word could not be seen clearly.

The paper of this notebook is yellowed and wrinkled, and it may have been soaked with water, and the words on it are written in blue ink, so naturally it is not legible.

We turned to the last page with some despair, only the last page was written in carbon ink with a passage on it:

They all went crazy, all went crazy and started killing, it was all my fault, I thought it was a very perfect plan, but I didn't know that such a huge conspiracy was hidden. When you see this book, you must find a way to bring it back, this island, can't just be destroyed. Now that the plan is no longer available, I don't know when Dr. Z will be able to put an end to his ambitions. If this plan succeeds, it will be a disaster for the world. Finally, make sure you take your notebook back with you. If you can stop Dr. Z, stop him. I don't have the face to go back, I have a lot of responsibility, I can only choose death, let this signal tower be my final destination. Farewell, Lost Deer Island, farewell, this world.

The final payment was: Mr. L, a researcher who didn't even have a name.

"Zhang Lang, what do you think this means?" Zhang Xiao's face was heavy, and he suddenly looked up at me.

I sorted out my thoughts in my mind, and suddenly I had a wonderful idea, and said with some seriousness: "Will it be ...... So many of our plane and ship crashes have something to do with what Mr. L recorded about the lost Kashima plan? ”