A song of light.

Leaving the ship in Kobe, Qin Beiyang felt that this song was so familiar, as if it was a necessary scenery for a long journey to say goodbye, and he secretly hummed a melody.

Ten months ago, when he escaped on a ship bound for Japan at the mouth of Dagu, Tianjin, Ouyang Anna sang the same song, but with completely different lyrics.

In fact, this song is neither China nor Japan, but the old American song "Dreaming of Home and Mother". In the Meiji era, this song was introduced to Japan, and it was written by Inu Tong Qiuxi as "Travel Sorrow". And Li Shutong, who studied in Japan, used Chinese to fill in the words, which became a popular "Farewell" in later generations.

The sorrow of travel is drifting away. He could no longer see his light, as if it blended with the cherry blossoms that spread all over the mountains, shining like a small sun.

French steamers sail in Osaka Bay, flanked by Awaji Island and Osaka Prefecture, and are about to enter the Pacific Ocean. Qin Beiyang was still wearing the prison uniform of the Japanese detention center, and he almost wrote the word "fugitive" on his forehead.

He sneaked into the cabin with Nine Colors and accidentally bumped into the laundry room, God help me! He chose a linen shirt and suspender trousers, which were neither eye-catching nor destitute, and generally belonged to ordinary passengers. Fortunately, he is tall, not too big in European size, with two black straps on his chest, and more of a mechanic.

Qin Beiyang wanted to return to the upper deck, but as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a Frenchman.

A corridor filled with the smell of coal, and the lights illuminate the face of a middle-aged man. The goatee is neatly trimmed, and behind the gold-rimmed glasses, there are a pair of gray eyes. When they met on a narrow road, the other party squeezed out the French "I'm sorry" from his throat, and bypassed Qin Beiyang's side, but he looked at Jiu Shi twice. This big dog will be an eye-catcher wherever he goes.

Where do you think you've seen it?

Qin Beiyang's mind scanned and searched for all the Europeans he had seen, like a never-ending typewriter......

Memories are frozen in Shanghai, Dharma Mountain on the sea, Mijel Catholic Church.

Pierre Gauguin, a French antiques dealer living in Shanghai.

This face had come to buy the young Qilin Town Tomb Beast, how could he be on this ship? Maybe you've just set sail from China, passing through Kobe, Japan, where is your next stop? Hong Kong or Singapore? I hope it's not Tianjin or Shanghai, otherwise it's still self-defeating.

Looking at Gauguin's back, the nine-colored hunched back quietly advanced, following the scent of the French. There are basically no passengers here, only the low-level crew and stokers, and the antique dealer Gauguin is a little strange here.

I turned around and turned to the cargo hold area, which was full of postal parcels and bulk goods. At the end of the darkness there was the sound of leather shoes colliding with the floor.

Gauguin was talking. There are also three men in the shadows: one is an Arab from French Algeria, one is a black from French Africa, the other is a Vietnamese from French Indochina, and the last one is a patrol in the French Concession in Shanghai. They all had carbines stuck in their waists and guarded a huge wooden box.

Qin Beiyang couldn't understand French, judging from Pierre Gauguin's tone and body movements, it was nothing more than taking good care of him.

When Gauguin left, the three guards relaxed. Algerians smoke shisha, Africans and Vietnamese play poker for money. Qin Beiyang waited patiently until the two of them yawned and went to sleep in the cabin. Only the tall Algerian shisha became more and more energetic, and his eyes were as wide as wild cats in the dark.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flew behind the Algerian. Qin Beiyang saw it clearly, and the man held a flashlight to observe the wooden box. He is a young Chinese, no more than twenty years old.

Chanko.

Qin Beiyang recognized this face, the young owner of Mr. Sai's Machinery and Iron Factory, the nephew of Peking University professor Qian Xuantong, Huzhou Qian, gave up the opportunity to inherit the family business, and went to Beijing Nanyuan Aviation School to learn to fly an airplane.

The Algerian noticed something strange behind him, and as soon as he turned around, he received a heavy blow to the back of the head and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Qin Beiyang didn't need to pull out the Tang knife, and only used the handle of the ring head knife to solve the problem.

Qian Ke looked at him in surprise, and the three words "Qin Beiyang" were about to come out, but his mouth was sealed by his calloused hands.

"Be careful! Don't wake up the other two! ”

Nine Colors rubbed Chanko's trouser leg as well, a way for the cub to show kindness.

Qian Ke didn't have time to ask, "Why are you here?" The same exhalation: "I want to see what is in here?" ”

"I want to know too."

The big wooden box is like a small house, or like a huge coffin. Qin Beiyang had an ominous premonition. The warm blood jade pendant is hot again. Going around to the other side of the box, I found a small locked door. Qin Beiyang returned to the unconscious Algerian, took out a keychain from his pocket, and stuffed it into the keyhole to try, such as Ali Baba opening the treasure cave.

The moment Gauguin disappeared just now, it was through this door that he entered the wooden box. Qin Beiyang took the flashlight and shone out a black thing, which at first glance looked like a rickety deformed person, and its back seemed to have wings, more like a huge and friendless bat.

No, the monster in the chest has two pairs of wings.

The flashlight beam swept over its strong pectoral muscles, a pair of curled claws, and a hideous beast head, like a skinned hound crucified.

Four-winged angel.

Qin Beiyang and Qian Ke recognized this tomb beast at the same time. The last time I saw the four-winged angel was to return it to the Nestorian tomb. At that time, it was so badly damaged that it was only about to be torn apart. But the tomb beast in front of him has been restored to the appearance that Qin Beiyang saw for the first time, the beast's head, chest and abdomen, and the limbs of the beast, although there are still traces of repair, are all solid and complete. In particular, the two pairs of wings on the back, the wing membrane that shrinks freely, are delicate and complex, and even modern industrial technology may not be able to achieve it.

The person who restored the four-winged angel must have seen it in its original state unearthed from the grave with his own eyes to restore it to such a high degree.

And who has seen it? In addition to Qin Beiyang, there are Ouyang Anna, Qi Yuanshan, Ordos Duoluo Xiaojun Wang, A You, Professor Wang Jiawei, and French sinologist Bo Xihe.

But he turned back and stared into Chanko's eyes: "Could it be you?" ”

Suddenly, Qian Ke began to tremble, his lips trembled and retreated, as if he had seen something indescribable, and Jiu Se also hit Qin Beiyang's waist and eyes hard......

In the depths of the wooden box, the Four-Winged Angel Tomb Beast had already opened its eyes, radiating a light like red flames.

Under the two pairs of wings, there was a loud roar like a steam engine, and it was about to come out......

Qin Beiyang closed the small door and re-inserted the copper lock. He returned the key to the unconscious Algerian guards and watched as the wooden box slowly subsided.

Maybe it was the Nine Colors, or Qin Beiyang himself, that triggered the four-winged angel tomb beast to almost resurrect.

They sneaked out of the lower cargo hold and climbed dozens of stairs to the deck of the ship. The sunset over the Pacific Ocean, like a golden omelette falling into boiling soup, and the sunset alternating black and red, is kicking off the long night on the sea.

"I didn't transform this grave beast."

Qian Ke lay on the railing in shock and answered Qin Beiyang's question.

"How did you end up on this ship?"

"Beiyang, I have learned to fly an airplane at Nanyuan Aviation School. These days, it is popular in China to go to France for work-study, and it just so happened that I was admitted to the Technical University of Paris to study aircraft design. ”

"Build an airplane?"

Qian Ke's eyes sparkled in the afterglow of the setting sun: "My dream since childhood was to design the first Chinese's own aircraft, the first Zeppelin. ”

"I'm envious of you! You go for your dreams, but what about my dreams? ”

He hugged the nine colors, scratched his head in embarrassment, and briefly recounted why he got on the boat.

"Beiyang, a year ago, I heard that you became a wanted person for kidnapping General Xiao Xu. But I believe you are innocent. ”

"I did kidnap that guy to save the Gravemon, but I don't think I did anything wrong. By the way, where is the ship's next stop? ”

"Panama."

"Na ......"

After speaking Japanese for more than half a year, I almost blurted out "Nani? ”

"The French steamer set sail from the port of Tianjin, crossed the Pacific Ocean through Kobe, from the Panama Canal to the Atlantic, docked in New York, and finally crossed the Atlantic to France."

"That's going to take more than half the world!" Qin Beiyang loves to look at the world map, and knows the five continents and four oceans well, "From China to Europe, isn't the Strait of Malacca the closest to the Suez Canal?" Why bother looking for the near and far? ”

"The ship was going to dock in New York for a week, and I wanted to stop by to visit an American aeronautical professor and watch the latest airplane show, so I chose to go the long way."

"And how did you find the four-winged angel in the warehouse?"

"When I got on board, I noticed that there were people from the French Legation and a huge wooden box being lifted onto the ship. There are rumors in the capital that the four-winged angel is in the hands of the French. I also found out that the owner of the goods was Pierre Gauguin, who happened to be an antique dealer in Shanghai. ”

Sure enough, it was Birchhe! This great sinologist, who was also the military attache and vice-minister of the French Legation in China, was able to steal 6,000 volumes of Dunhuang suicide note to Paris, and naturally he could also smuggle the four-winged angel tomb beast out of China.

On this sea of stars, there are already two tomb beasts, one flying and the other running, just like Noah's Ark in the era of the Great Flood.

Qian Ke lived in a second-class cabin and invited Qin Beiyang to sleep in the same bed. He declined the kindness and decided to be with Nine-Color, not wanting to be separated for even a minute.

Walking down the stairs, in a suffocating narrow corner, Qin Beiyang bumped into a woman with long hair. Chestnut hair is knotted, with a greasy smell wafting from it, and an Alpine-like nose with two lines of yellow, thick snot dripping. Most of them French, in their twenties, pale as a dead corpse, red eyes, and a few faint dark spots on their cheeks. If she is healthy, no matter how well she dresses up, she is also a beautiful woman with ice muscles and jade skin. She began to cough violently, Qin Beiyang thought that she had been hit by him, and soon felt that something was wrong. Nine colors also had a premonition of something, biting his trouser leg and dodging away. She fell on the ground and vomited, almost vomiting on Qin Beiyang's new clothes.

Qin Beiyang asked her if she needed help? Maybe she didn't know English, or maybe it was his terrible Japanese, she panicked up and scrambled through the corner of the hallway into the bustling third-class cabin like a rat pouring into the sewers......