Zhang Peng thought about it, and along the way, he didn't find anything "discordant" at all, so let's go back to the phone booth first and try it again.

Thinking like this, he went out of the basement, and after a while, he came to the red telephone booth, opened the door and entered, and closed it with his hand.

He looked at the old-fashioned telephone, fumbling up and down several times, but could not find even a single set of numbers. He looked at the dial pad and suddenly remembered the "universal password". Some people are troublesome when setting passwords, so they will get some simple numbers, such as six-digit passwords, such as the famous "123456", "666666" and "111111".

Thinking of this, he immediately picked up the earpiece and dialed the dial. After a few clicks with my index finger, there was a busy sound of "doodoo ......". Try again, it's still busy, keep trying, it's still busy......

He tried more than a dozen common numbers in a row, and tried all the six- and eight-digit ones, but he was still busy. But I don't know why, in the dark, he seems to have grasped a certain feeling and found some clues, but he can't figure it out.

The problem, what's the problem?

He looked at the round dial and fell into a long deep contemplation......

Suddenly, a shadow swept behind him, and he subconsciously turned his head and immediately let out an exclamation.

"Ahh

At some point, a group of guards passed by outside the phone booth, and when he called him so, Qi Qi stopped and looked at him.

Being stared at close by more than a dozen pairs of eyes, cold sweat broke out on Zhang Peng's forehead, and he was thinking about how to explain, but he saw the team members looking at each other.

"Do you hear anything?" "Looks like someone is screaming." "Where did you get that?" "I don't know." "Is it inside the wall?"

Gradually, the team members showed uneasy looks.

"I guess I heard it wrong." "Hmm." "I heard you wrong."

Hearing their discussion, Zhang Peng calmed down, couldn't the other party see him?

So, he grimaced. The team members did not react in the slightest, and after a while, they continued to line up and walk forward.

Zhang Peng quickly came to the conclusion that they couldn't see the phone booth!

This is very reasonable, the phone booth is an exit designed by the designer, and it is incompatible with the world, if the aborigines see it and dismantle it, won't it be impossible to go back?

Thinking of this, Zhang Peng felt a lot more relieved, at least here, he was safe. Then he continued to think about what was wrong when he dialed the number.

A glimmer of inspiration lingers in my mind, but it refuses to surface.

"Practice is the only criterion for testing truth." He remembered what a celebrity had said, so he picked up the microphone and dialed again.

"One" and "Two" he said as he dialed slowly.

"Doodoo ......" had just finished dialing the second digit, and the busy sound appeared as always.

"Six" "Dudu Du......"

"One" "One" "Dudu ......"

"Five" "Dudu Dudu......"

Suddenly, he seemed to grasp something unusual.

"One"

Yes, dial the first digit "one" and there is no busy tone!

It dawned on him that an old-fashioned phone would immediately have a busy tone when dialed into a non-existent number.

Well, this means that the first number "one" is correct.

Discovering this, he was very excited, and tried boiling water one by one, "one two", "one and two", "one and two", "......one and two", "one and two", "......one and two", "......one and two", "one and two

When I tried "19", there was finally no busy sound. He was so excited that he almost shouted.

Wait, nineteen? It seems that I have seen something recently that the number starts with nineteen.

In the next moment, a line of letters crossed his mind.

“made in 1935”

Is this it?

He immediately swirled the last two numbers, "three five".

"Dut...... Honk...... Toot ......"

Connected!

"Click." When the seventh tone sounded, it was connected, and a female voice came out, spitting out obscure syllables, like a spell in a Western movie.

As he listened, his eyes suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness......

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was seconds, it could be minutes, Zhang Peng woke up sleepy-eyed.

"Click......"

The surrounding light flickered on and off, and a light sound sounded in my ears, and a black and white static picture was playing on the cloth curtain wall in front of me.

Looking to the right, Director Dai leaned back in his chair, tilted his head, and snored slightly, while not far from him, Xue Bai was dozing off on the conference table. Looking to the left, Jiang Ping was sitting in front of the side, staring intently at the screen.

Zhang Peng moved his body, and with a bang, it seemed that something had fallen to the ground. The sound alarmed Jiang Ping, who turned his head, looked at him, and asked, "Awake?" ”

"Hmm." Zhang Peng nodded dumbly, everything that happened just now seemed to be a dream.

However, when he subconsciously looked at the ground, he suddenly held his breath.

A long strip of white cloth appeared before him, and it was the two swords. He woke up suddenly, and touched his waist, it was empty, and the Wang Ba box was not brought out. Touching it in his trouser pocket again, it was hard and cold, granular, and it was a bullet!

The knives and bullets were taken out.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ping saw Zhang Peng's face change and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just had a dream." Zhang Peng got up and said, "Look first, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

While speaking, he hooked the strip of white cloth on the ground with his foot, and when Jiang Ping looked back at the slides, he took the knife into his hand and walked out of the conference room. Three steps and two steps, and walked into the men's bathroom.

In the compartment, he spread out the white cloth, which was the long and short sword. Then from his trouser pocket, he pulled out a heavy, yellow-orange bullet.

Wow, this time it's rich.

He cried out in his heart. First of all, these two knives are very fine in workmanship and the materials are very high-end. The strip of cloth wrapped around the handle of the knife, which is cold and bingbing, is made of the famous "ice silk", and it must be the saber of the high-level of the Japanese organization.

The second is the bullet, although Wang Ba didn't bring out the box, but several old soldiers he knew had a collection of things that were captured that year. He can find a way, either borrow it or cheat it.

He counted roughly, and there were at least seventy or eighty rounds. The Wang Ba box uses an eight-millimeter caliber copper bullet, which is not large, but also relatively light, and easy to carry. As for the black star at home, it is very powerful, but there are only two bullets left, and it is difficult to get the unnumbered ones, which is equivalent to waste.

Recovering from the excitement, he remembered that Director Dai and Xue Bai were still inside, so he hurriedly wrapped his things, carried them behind him, and returned to the conference room.

"After watching it for a long time, I didn't see anything, so I'd better go back and rest first, and wait for tomorrow." Jiang Ping saw Zhang Peng coming back, got up and proposed. As he spoke, he went to unplug the slide projector.

"Don't, don't!" Zhang Peng hurriedly stopped him.

"Huh?" Jiang Ping said blankly.

"The two of them, still in there." Zhang Peng pointed to the two who were asleep.

Jiang Pinglu was puzzled, obviously not understanding.

"Their divine thoughts are still inside......" Then, Zhang Peng told Jiang Ping about the theory of divine thoughts and the situation inside. Of course, the matter of taking a sword and bullets is directly skipped.

After hearing this, the person concerned showed an expression of disbelief, "You mean that they are trapped inside, and their lives are in danger?" ”

"That's probably it." Zhang Peng replied.

"What then?" Jiang Ping asked.

"You stay here, don't turn off the slide projector, I'll go back and move the rescuers." Zhang Peng said. Today is the last day of the exam week, and the two sisters will be able to leave school after taking their last subject in the morning.

"Okay." Jiang Ping nodded in response. Zhang Peng turned to leave, and the former chased him out and shouted, "Wait......"

Zhang Peng was taken aback, thinking that Jiang Ping had discovered something. This upright and old-fashioned police detective will definitely not let him take away the controlled weapon.

"What if there's a power outage?" Jiang Ping asked slightly nervously.

"It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, what can we do." Zhang Peng shrugged his shoulders and left quickly under Jiang Ping's stunned gaze.

At this time, if Jiang Ping was careful, he would find that Zhang Peng was in a hurry, not taking the elevator, but going directly to the stairs.

Leaving the city bureau, Zhang Peng looked at the table below, and it was now four o'clock in the morning. He got into a taxi, got home, put down his things, and took a shower. Then turn on the air conditioner, set the alarm clock, and go to bed.

It's not that he's ruthless and unjust, but now he can't do anything, it's better to keep his spirits up and wait for tomorrow.

As the saying goes, it's going to rain, and my mother wants to get married......

"Ah......h

He yawned, pillowed on the soft pillow, and soon fell asleep.

Hidden Mirror in a Dream......

Zhang Peng looked out of a small mirror on the display shelf.

Flags, knife holders, chrysanthemums.

Desk, pen, bronze flower medal.

The scene in front of me is exactly what you see in the world of slides, the office on the fifth floor of the Triumph Tower.

The door to the room was closed, but the windows were open and there was plenty of light.

A beautiful girl was kneeling on the ground, with a white strip of cloth under her body, and two Japanese knives pinned to her waist, one long and one short, with black plum blossom silk handles, which were the two he had taken. And this girl is the one in the photo frame. Unlike in the photo, she did not wear a Toei kimono, but a neat company uniform.

From here, her skin is whiter than in the photo, as soft and delicate as the snow in early winter.

In front of her, there was a white envelope, written with three large characters in calligraphy: "Letter of Apology", and the small characters next to it were "Oda Masako". The brushwork is very round, very Dongying characteristics. Looking up, she had several badges hanging from her chest, slightly bulging on her chest.

I saw that she was holding the shorter knife with both hands, and the hem of her dress was unbuttoned upward, and the tip of the knife was aimed at herself.

Generally speaking, the long one is called a "fighting knife", and the short one is "Waicha", the former is used for fighting, and the latter is a spare weapon, or used for suicide.

Could it be that this is the legendary seppuku......

Zhang Peng couldn't help but be taken aback, he had always been very cowardly, and he was a little afraid to look at it.

But before he had time to think about it, he saw the girl raise the knife in her hand, and blood suddenly spurted out. I saw that she struggled on the ground for a while, and then she didn't move......

"Japanese people are really perverted." Zhang Peng couldn't help but think.

A few minutes later, several Japanese doctors in white coats broke into the door and took the girl away.

Then the picture turned, and it seemed that after a long time, the blood on the ground disappeared. Several Japanese doctors came in with large glass bottles and put them in the cabinet. Finally, put the photo frame, close the cabinet door, and everything is back to darkness......