"I said Lao Zheng, you know that your kid's jump can be regarded as killing us." Lao Pi told him everything in its original form, and Zheng Jiuwu didn't know whether he was listening or not, anyway, he closed his eyes and didn't say a word the whole time, and he was a plague god alive. After finishing speaking, Lao Pi really couldn't hold back, and still asked: "Why do you want to be so decent, why do you have to jump down here?" ”

"I accidentally slipped and fell." Zheng Jiuwu finally spoke, what he said was so careless, and even some of it was understatement, this answer could not convince them.

"What a carelessness!" Lao Pi's heart has already been aroused by his indifferent performance, this day has passed several times with the king of Hades, Wang Ling saw this and pulled him and said: "Okay, Lao Pi is not okay now, wait for the poet to slow down a little and we will go out and explain it in person, but now I don't know if Lao Xing has an accident." ”

Li Xin also comforted: "Yes, Lao Pi, Lao Zheng is fine, aren't we all happy......" She looked around, it was dark everywhere, so she wanted to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere and asked: "Zheng Jiuwu, where is this place?" Do we have a way out? ”

"I don't know." His answer was simple and crisp, and Wang Ling noticed his blackened oil bowl and the kettle, which could only be seen in a little shape, the shape of this kettle was very similar to the standard configuration of the People's Liberation Army now, but it was more rounded, and the opening part of the neck of the kettle was smaller. It was a little strange for these two things to appear in this place, and Lao Pi also noticed this thing according to Wang Ling's eyes, and after looking at it for a while, he said, "Where did Lao Zheng come from this thing?" ”

Zheng Jiu was still silent, and Lao Pi continued: "If I hadn't looked away, this kettle was the standard used by the *** army back then, and Lao Zheng's bowl was boiled with kerosene?" ”

Seeing his slow look, Wang Ling couldn't help it, raised his voice and said, "Lao Zheng, when is this, can't you take care of it a little?" ”

"Picked up later," he replied nonchalantly, but the following sentence was enough to make everyone stunned again, and he said, "There's a steel ship in the back, but there are a few dead bodies in it." ”

It was a steel-cast dinghy about twenty meters long, half of its body had been buried in the sand, and the remaining half was lifeless and let the sea beat it. I have to say that the manufacturing of that era was still quite ingenious, and I don't know how many years it was half-soaked in the seawater, and most of the hull was still intact after the inspection of the old leather. Sure enough, two bodies were found in the cabin, which had long since become skeletons, and they were still wearing vaguely recognizable military uniforms.

Through the brief on the collar, Lao Pi said, "A first class private, and a second lieutenant." He crouched down to take a closer look at the cluttered cabin, and in a few moments he had removed two rusted and rotten guns from the left side of the dusty bridge, the two most common rifles of World War II: the 38 Cover!

"It's a pity," Lao Pi took it in his hand and tried it and then gently put it on the ground and said: "It can't be used anymore, but it's really strange, the national army shouldn't be official, why did it use the devil's equipment instead." ”

"The 38th Dagai used a lot of our Eighth Route Army back then, and it was captured." Wang Ling said: "I think they should be the soldiers of the national army who fought bloodily on the Pacific islands back then, but it's a pity that after so many years, their souls have returned to a foreign land, and I want to find a place for the two of them to be buried." ”

"Let's go out first." Lao Pi tried to find something useful while beating inside, and under the guidance of Zheng Jiuwu, he finally found a barrel of kerosene in a semi-solidified state, as well as a bag of materials wrapped in oilcloth, and miraculously found a few boxes of matches inside. These things are wrapped quite tightly, when they are first opened, they are like new, the cover of the match is painted with a Japanese girl in a kimono, and a line of Japanese characters is also written crookedly underneath, he thinks that this should also be captured by the national army that year, you must know that the southeast sea of the Pacific Ocean during World War II was almost the world of the Japanese army.

Lao Pi tried to pull it, and with a "poof", the match glowed, and at this time he was like the little girl who sold matches in a fairy tale, and he couldn't stop tears from his eyes with excitement.

In addition to these, they found another box, which contained a few cans, the same Japanese characters, and the contents had already solidified when opened, and a few bottles of soju-like liquid, and the old skin shook it too, and the ghost knows how long they had been placed. What made them even more happy was that they found a few unused lifebuoys in the cabin, and Lao Pi tried to blow and found that this thing was still good, which was simply God's intention to favor them.

With kerosene lamps there were lighting tools, and after some inspection, they found that it was supposed to be an underground cavern, and the exit of the hole had been flooded by the sea at this time, and with reference to a ship parked here, they judged that perhaps this entrance would be revealed when the tide receded, otherwise it would be difficult to explain that the intact steel ship would have stopped here.

Anyone who has been to the beach will see that the sea water has a periodic rise and fall phenomenon: at a certain time, the sea water pushes the waves, rises rapidly, and reaches a climax; After some time, the rising waters receded on their own, leaving a sandy beach with low tides, and the cycle repeated. This phenomenon of movement of the sea is called the tides.

"Tide" refers to the rise of the sea during the day, and "tide" refers to the rise of the sea at night, although we tend to refer to both tide and tide as "tide". There are many reasons for the formation of tides, which can be roughly divided into: half-sun, full-sun and mixed, depending on the marine climate of each place, in different seasons and times. In the South China Sea, most of the sea areas are mixed tides, that is, there are two high tides and two low tides on some days in January, but the tidal difference between the two high tides and low tides is quite different, and the time of high tide and low tide process is also different. Other days have a high and a low.

"What day is it?" Wang Ling added while touching the little Hai Dongqing in his arms: "I'm talking about the lunar calendar. ”

"On the second day of the lunar month," Li Xin replied, "the fourth brother wants to say that no matter what type of tide there is, there will be a big tide with the largest tidal difference in the first two or three days after the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month, when the tide rises the highest and falls the lowest. So it's understandable that the tide is strong tonight, and with the effect of the storm, if we want to go out, it is estimated that we will be able to do it tomorrow night at the latest. ”

"Okay, no problem!" Lao Pi said: "In this way, we are not sure when the tide will ebb, so I, the fourth brother and the plague god will take turns to guard this tide, Jingjing, you are a girl who wants to maintain her physical strength and rest sufficiently, by the way, the caretaker will take care of the poet, I touched him just now and he was a little feverish, I hope this kid can survive." ”

In this kind of place, there is no difference between day and night, and if you don't sleep all night and toss in a mess, you can't help but half-squint your eyes. Lao Pi guards the first shift, limited to three hours, Li Xin has a watch, which was left to her by her mother, Swiss goods, everyone relies on this watch to calculate the time outside.

In the first three hours, Lao Pi didn't find anything abnormal, his bloodshot eyes were red and swollen and tired, he couldn't bear to wake up Wang Ling, who was sleeping and snoring, and thought that he should let him sleep a little longer, so he planned to turn around again. The sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the sand still woke him up, and Wang Ling rubbed his eyes after a sigh and said, "Isn't it, it's my turn?" ”

"It's okay, I can bear it, you can sleep more." Lao Pi is a very righteous person, he feels that he is very close to Wang Ling, and some people you only need to see at a glance to know if you can get acquainted. He said that Wang Ling had an aura on his body, this person looked very ordinary, but there was an evil aura, and it did not make people feel uncomfortable, it was really a bit like the poet gave him the nickname "undead". Lao Pi felt that Wang Ling was very much in line with his appetite, since you were really from hell, you were also a knight in the armor of light!

"Go to sleep," Wang Ling got up and clasped his shoulder, Lao Pi turned his head and smiled, then handed him a box of cigarettes and said: "It's been decades, it's been sealed in a tarpaulin, it's not broken, it's found in the cabin, and you can smoke one when you can't stand it to refresh yourself." ”

The vigil was a boring affair, and with the little kerosene lamp, Wang Ling's thoughts began to float. He thought of his sister who was far away but didn't know if it was good or not, his parents who had no news for a long time, the green onion bun cypress in Hangzhou Children's Lane was his favorite beautiful thing, he thought of the bustling crowd on Hefang Street, thought of the four seasons of West Lake, and thought of the stories about the masters in the alleys of Shaoxing. These are all things that should be in his life, but now looking at the sand under his feet, when will such days come to an end, should his life be like this?

Whenever he thinks of these past events, his heart will always be irritable, and the gap between reality and ideals will make Wang Ling fall into a painful state. And at this time, he would do another thing, and that was to gently recite the "Daomen Zangjing", as if this scripture had a magical power that could calm his mind. This scripture is divided into two volumes, the upper volume is some mantras and mental methods, awkward and long, and the next volume is recorded is the specific implementation of some formations, talismans and rituals, about this part of the royal tomb is the most happy but never dared to try, in that era to do this kind of thing is undoubtedly tantamount to asking for trouble, he even thought, maybe he should not escape from this place to find a mountain to be a Taoist priest like an idle cloud and wild crane, it seems that that kind of day is also very good.