"Master." The lieutenant in front pointed to the door leading to the next carriage, which was covered in cobwebs, and when the cobwebs were removed, a few strange lines of writing could be seen on the door. "It's a Japanese character."

"Do you understand?"

"Hook, hook." The adjutant looked at the Japanese characters on the door. "Hook-hook."

"If you don't understand, just say it." Zhang Qishan reprimanded him, and the adjutant was embarrassed to press the brim of his hat and bowed his head, pulled out his pistol and loaded it, and went to open the door, only to find that the door had been welded shut.

The trains of that era, the carriages were connected to each other by huge iron jackets, and from this carriage to the next carriage, it was necessary to cross an open-air area, and the structure of this kind of train was clearly described in the movie railway guerrillas. But the train that the Japanese armed, in order to prevent blasting, this part was also wrapped in iron sheets. Even under the jacket of the necklace under the car, there is armor underneath.

The three of them had to return the same way, Qi Tiezui got off the train, the cool air hit people, but he seemed to be very hot, wiped the cold sweat on his head, and let out a sigh, just as the iron sheet of the next carriage was cut. The iron sheet overturned into the car this time, and smashed into the carriage with a muffled thud, and the Buddha walked over without stopping. Qi Tiezui scolded secretly, so he had to continue to follow.

The next carriage was open with a large hole, and it was also pitch black inside. Zhang Qishan also pulled out his pistol, held the wind lantern, and walked over slowly. Qi Tie swallowed and foamed. "Buddha, you have so many soldiers, why do you want to be the vanguard yourself? Let's go down and have tea. ”

"Now that the war is approaching, the city is full of Japanese spies, morale is the most important, this kind of indescribable strange thing, it is better to let the people in the army know about it." Zhang Qishan said softly.

Qi Tiezui immediately realized Zhang Qishan's worries, if people spread the word: a ghost car came to Changsha, the car was full of coffins, and the ghost knew what story would be made. If this matter were to be handled in peacetime, it would indeed not be necessary to deal with it so vigorously, but now is the eve of the big war, and there is no trivial matter in front of the war.

The three mermaids entered the next carriage, still piled with coffins and cobwebs, and when they opened them, they could see that the numbers on the coffins were getting smaller and smaller. Zhang Qishan still looked at it carefully, and his expression became more and more gloomy. They checked all the way until the second carriage at the end, when the iron sheet was cut, and everyone covered their mouths because there was a strange smell in the carriage.

When you climb up, you can see that it is covered with cobwebs, blocking the direction of the carriage passage, and you can see that on both sides of this carriage are double-decked beds. There was something lying on the top and bottom bunks on the plank bed, completely covered in cobwebs.

"Why is this spider so fierce?" The adjutant was softly puzzled, and Qi Tiezui saw that the clothes hanging on the bed frame, many daily necessities, cups, and chopsticks were all covered in cobwebs. Zhang Qishan used a pistol to peel off the silk thread like cotton wool, and approached the side of the bed little by little, and the wind lamp probed out of the bed, and from the outline, it seemed that it was a person lying on his stomach.

The man curled up together, motionless, and knew at a glance that he was dead. Zhang Qishan handed the wind lantern to the adjutant and threw out the saber with his backhand, seeing that this saber was too light for him. Like a reed. He stabbed the corpse on the bed and peeled off the cobwebs from the corpse's face. Qi Tiezui saw that this person was indeed lying on his stomach, a crooked face was exposed, his mouth was wide open, and his chin collapsed on the pillow.

Qi Tiezui took a step back. He wasn't a man who was afraid of corpses, but the "face" of the corpse, if it could be called a face, was full of barnacle-like holes.

"Buddha. Is this rotten? Or is it dry? ”

"Mothed." Zhang Qishan said thoughtfully, and said to the adjutant: "Find someone to prepare a white cloth bag, wear a gas mask, and the body must be sealed, these things must be burned." It's bad if it's a contagion. ”

The adjutant nodded, walked back and instructed outside, Qi Tiezui looked at Zhang Qishan uneasily: "Buddha, don't we have to bring it?" ”

Zhang Qishan looked at him and squeezed out a smile: "No, you and I are used to corpse poison, this little risk is taken." So saying, he took his hand and walked forward.

Qi Tiezui smiled bitterly, and said in his heart that you are really broad-hearted, you are used to it, but I am not used to it. I have been a single person since I was a child, and when I thought about Zhang Qishan, I pulled him and quickly checked the twelve beds in this carriage, all of which had the same corpses, and what made Qi Tiezui puzzled was that all these corpses were lying on their stomachs. Their hands were hunched into their chests, as if something was on their backs, crushing them to the bed.

It's not normal to sleep like this, twelve corpses are like this, there must be a special reason, could it be that someone put them like this. The fear in his heart had gradually been replaced by curiosity. The heart said: Could it be that the master did it, this is a feng shui setting? Why did he place the body like that?

Zhang Qishan pondered for a moment, and used a saber to pick off the cobwebs on a person's feet, and he could see the corpse's feet, and the big toe was bent, which was formed by wearing clogs, which showed that this person had worn clogs for a long time before.

* Looking at the feet is the way to distinguish Japanese spies in this era, and before the Lugou Bridge, Japanese spies infiltrated China's introspection activities in large numbers to collect intelligence, some of which have been lurking for decades, and the dialect behavior is exactly the same as that of the Chinese, and it is difficult to distinguish without these characteristics.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Qishan gave a few words to another adjutant surnamed Wang, and the adjutant turned around and left directly, probably to report this information to the headquarters. Zhang Qishan didn't say a word, wanting to move on, but at this time, Qi Tiezui, who was in deep thought, suddenly realized something and stopped in front of him.

"Buddha, what is the difference between this last carriage and the previous ones?"