Here, Zhang Peng is a soldier, Director Dai is a husband, and Xue Bai is a prisoner. If you want to save Xue Bai, you naturally have to rely on Zhang Peng.

"A few comrades, I'm taking him to ask the leader." Zhang Peng stepped forward and said with a smile.

"I'm not optimistic." The soldier in the lead said, put away his pistol, and walked away with his teammates.

"Huh......" Looking at the soldiers in the distance, Xue Bai exhaled, "I'm scared to death." ”

Then, the three of them hid back in the bushes.

"The priority now is to find a way out of it, and then think about further exploration." Director Dai said.

"Hmm." Zhang Peng agreed. It's a formality, but it's also a clear direction.

"Xiaopeng's opinion just now, I thought about it for a while, and I think it is very likely." Director Dai analyzed, "The makers of the slide projector will definitely consider versatility. That is, any slide that meets the criteria can be activated. Then, when he designed, he must take into account the problem of detachment. And this question must be universal. Design an escape route without interfering with the world segments in the slideshow. It could be a code word, or it could be something that looks jarring. Because of the universality of escape routes, it is impossible to take into account harmony in each world. For example, if you see an ice cream shop in the desert, it must be discordant. ”

"Speaking of discord, I just saw something." Xue Bai said.

"What's that?" Zhang Peng and Director Dai asked in unison.

"A red phone booth, the kind you often see in Queen's Kingdom movies." Xue Bai gestured, "It's at the other end of the bungalow in front." ”

"Let's go, let's see." Director Dai patted his thigh and said.

It didn't take long for the prisoner Xue Bai to come to the location he said under the "escort" of the soldier Zhang Peng and his partner Dai Le.

Sure enough, a brand-new, red patent leather phone booth appeared in front of me. About two meters high, it is square in shape, leaning against the wall, and the checkered fence is embedded with transparent glass, and the word "TELEPHONE" is written on the top. Looking inside, there was an old-fashioned dial telephone made of copper.

Zhang Peng opened the door and went in, picked up the earpiece, and could hear a long sound representing his leisure time. He casually dialed the dial a few times, and immediately a busy tone sounded. If he guessed correctly, he would have dialed the correct number and was out. The three of them searched for a while, up and down the phone booth, but found no trace of any phone number.

"Maybe there's something discordant, the numbers will be recorded." Director Dai said.

Seeing that it was not a way to spend it here, the three of them decided to go to the Triumph Tower to investigate. The reason is very simple, this slide projector and the Triumphal Tower are both products of the Empress's Kingdom, and they may be inextricably linked.

The corridor was quiet, and the rooms that were originally used as classrooms were sealed. When I opened the corner of the wooden window, it was very dim, and it seemed to be a large stone platform with glassware piled on it, which looked like a chemistry laboratory.

There seemed to be a figure on the wall, and Zhang Peng opened the window wider, and finally saw clearly, it was some human anatomy. It should not be a chemical laboratory, but a medical laboratory.

"I remember," Director Dai suddenly muttered...... "Many years ago, Dongying fought a battle with us, and once secretly arrested some Chinese people in the controlled area and conducted inhumane experiments. ”

"I've heard of that, Dongying No. 7 secret unit, what vivisection, bacterial infection test, etc." Xue Bai said, unconsciously clenching his fists.

"So, it's the people of that unit who are being executed?" Zhang Peng speculated.

"It's very likely." Director Dai said.

The three of them continued to look upstairs, the classrooms on the fourth floor are also various laboratories, one of which is for storing human organs, rows of iron shelves, with large glass bottles half a person high, soaked in various organs with yellowish liquid. The pungent smell emanating from the inside, and it is not difficult to distinguish that it is formalin in a higher concentration.

On the top floor, there are offices, with desks and filing cabinets, and doors all sealed with them. At the end of the passage on the right are two single offices.

The door was chained and unlocked. Zhang Peng was immediately interested, cut the seal with his fingernails, then untied the chain, pushed the door and walked in.

Anyway, they had to rummage around, and the other two didn't object.

It's a fifty-square-meter office, very spacious, with a large desk in the middle and display cases on either side. At the back of the desk, there is a long and narrow low cabinet, on which there are two exquisite Dongying knives, one long and one short, on the knife holder.

Zhang Peng involuntarily picked up one of them, only to see that the workmanship of the knife was very exquisite, the handle of the knife was wrapped with black and red, tied into a plum blossom-shaped strip of cloth, the scabbard was wooden, very light, covered with a layer of brocade, and the middle part was tied with two large knots.

"Boom!"

drew the knife out, and the snowy knife light suddenly shook all over the house. Zhang Peng's first thought was, "It's worth a lot!" I just don't know if I can take it out. With that in mind, he picked up both knives, placed them on his desk, and began to look around for something to wrap around.

"Hiss......" At this time, Director Dai, who was checking the display case, took a cool breath.

Zhang Peng leaned over to see that there were several specimen bottles in the cabinet, which were soaked in various organs, including the heart, spleen and lungs, large intestine and small intestine, and so on. But that's not the most important thing, in the middle of the glass bottle, there is a photo frame, and inside is a photo of a young girl.

She is wearing a Toei kimono, about twenty-eight years old, very white, very good-looking, giving people a refreshing and clean feeling. She was looking at the camera, smiling sweetly. I can't help but think that she is the owner of these bits and pieces.

But that's not all......

A faint aroma of wine penetrates into the nose and makes people chill. It was not the regular formalin that soaked these things, but the high liquor!

"Japanese people are really perverted." Director Dai couldn't help but sigh and closed the cabinet door.

Then, Zhang Peng continued to rummage through things that could be used to wrap the knife. He was soon in the drawer of his desk and found a folded flag.

"That's good." Zhang Peng said to himself, wrapped the two Japanese knives with the Japanese flag, tore out some strips of cloth, kneaded them into ropes, and carried them behind his back.

"I don't know if I can take it out." Xue Bai said.

"Whatever, if you can't." Zhang Peng said.

"That's right......," Xue Bai said, picking up the pen on the table and inserting it into his jacket pocket. The movement was so natural, it was like taking something of one's own.

"Hmm." Director Dai nodded, swept away the medals of the Japanese army on the display shelf, and put them in his pocket.

They are all human spirits, so naturally they will not take something worthless.

The trio then moved into another office.

"Fuck it, Wang Ba box!" As soon as Zhang Peng entered the door, he saw the pistol on the display shelf, and walked over quickly, next to two bullet magazines and a box containing copper-colored bullets.

Wang Ba box, refers to the standard pistol of the Japanese army 70 years ago, the formal name is "Southern 14 years pistol", because the leather pistol has a round cover, so it is named Wang Ba box.

This pistol, ugly and poorly powerful, is nothing but semi-automatic, and its stability is good. Zhang Peng had seen and played in the homes of veterans in the army, and he was quite familiar with its structure and performance, but he lacked ammunition and had never tried it.

Without saying a word, Zhang Peng pinned the pistol to his waist, and then stuffed the bullets and magazines into his trouser pocket.

"Brother, this is against the law." Xue Bai reminded.

"If you don't say it, I won't say it, who knows, you are the cultivators, not the police." Zhang Peng said.

Xue Bai wanted to say something, but when he saw Director Dai raise his hand, he didn't speak again.

Next, the three of them tacitly agreed to put things they liked in their pockets. It didn't take long for them to loot the valuables, and with smiles on their faces, they left the office.

"Let's go to the basement and have a look." Zhang Peng proposed. He also wanted to know what the basement was used for.

The three of them went down the stairs to the location of the original small utility room. Now it's just a staircase going down, and there's no room. Walking down, the door was not locked.

The layout of the passage is the same as what Zhang Peng saw many years later, with iron doors on both sides, and a small bed welded with iron bars on the door, which should be used as a cell.

At the end, and further down, there is an open hall on the second basement floor. The lights were dim, there were blackened blood stains everywhere, many hospital beds with wheels were piled up on top of each other, and from time to time you could see some surgical instruments scattered on the floor, including rusty forceps, curved scalpels, broken needles, and so on.

Bullet marks can be seen on the walls, and there are many cracks and explosions on the floor. It is not difficult to see that there were fierce battles here.

Walking further, Zhang Peng saw a very large corpse. It was the corpse king who chased them that day and was finally killed by Xiao Yunuo in seconds. At the moment, the corpse looked new, and the skin was stitched all over the place.

"Stitch up the corpse!" Director Dai said with round eyes.

"What did it come from?" Zhang Peng wondered.

Director Dai then explained that stitching up the corpse is a huge monster made by using a large number of fresh corpses to stitch together. After the black magic is applied, it is stimulated by high-voltage electricity to revive its body functions and reactivate its cells, thus creating extremely strong and low-IQ servants. The method of making stitched corpses was extremely bloody, and it was once popular in the Western countries in the nineteenth century, but was later banned.

"Japanese people are really perverted." Director Dai sighed again.

The three of them went around and didn't find anything worth paying attention to, so they went back the way they came.

"Click......"

Turning through the stairwell from the second basement floor to the first floor, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the passage ahead. Zhang Peng subconsciously lagged a few meters behind.

"Stop, don't move!"

A dignified-looking soldier, with a group of soldiers, pointed at Xue Bai at the front and shouted.

Zhang Peng hurriedly pulled out his pistol, pointed at Xue Bai's head from the side, and shouted loudly: "Report to the chief, the fugitive has been caught!" ”

Director Dai, the man, twisted the arm of the prisoner Xue Bai and shouted, "Let's go!" ”

"Well done, he's an important Japanese doctor, and we're about to put him on trial." With a wave of the dignified-looking soldier's hand, the two soldiers immediately trotted over, escorting Xue Bai on the left and right.

"Cook, there is an important celebration banquet tonight, why don't you go back and prepare it soon!" The soldier pointed at Director Dai and shouted.

In this way, Xue Bai and Director Dai were taken away by the soldiers. Zhang Peng was alone in the passage, and suddenly had a feeling of the rest of his life.