The atmosphere in the car was awkward and silent. Soon the military jeep drove off the national highway and onto a dirt road. The trees on both sides of the road are also gradually thinning, and the open view is a grassland with no end in sight. The scorching sun of late autumn shone unhindered on the earth, and the grass was withered and yellow, connecting with the yellow sand in the distance. The eyes were full of golden, desolate colors. The dirt road winds from meadow to sand, as if there is no end. The only hint of green in my eyes is the artificially planted netted sand-fixing turf on both sides of the road.

The hot wind and the dull scenery make people drowsy, and they also make people gradually numb to the vastness of time and space. I don't know how long it took to be drowsy, maybe four or five hours, when a row of buildings finally appeared on the horizon. It's not high, but it occupies a large area, and even if it's a long distance, you can see the wall in front of you. Inside the walls is a military barracks, and in the sweltering heat of baked eggs, it is difficult for even a disciplined department like the military to maintain a rigorous attitude. I saw only two soldiers standing guard at the gate, and then the car entered a large space enclosed by the wall, and there were no other soldiers along the way.

It's a huge yard, if it can be called a yard. The yard has artificially planted plants, mostly drought-tolerant poplars, as well as sand date trees, walnut trees, and jujube trees, mixed with poplar forests. Under the tree, there are large areas of shrubs and weeds such as sea buckthorn and wolfberry. The yard is huge like a town, and the road inside is a very wide and smooth concrete pavement, and the car passes on it quickly, as if it were paddling on the water. On the road, you will occasionally see a few neat rows of barracks, most of which are hidden in the trees. The car stopped in front of the tallest building in the courtyard that I could see, a three-story building. We were greeted by a middle-aged man with the rank of colonel, with a dark complexion and a few expressions on his face shaking my hand. His palm was wide and rough, and I wasn't sure if he wanted to, and when he held my hand, it was more powerful than I usually understood to shake hands, and I couldn't help but tense my right arm. Even so, his right hand still hurt a little from his pinch. I secretly slandered myself, only your wife will like your hands, there is a feeling.

There were no pleasantries. He led us straight to a room with thick curtains, picked up a booklet from his desk and handed it to me, "Let's take a look." ”

This is a confidential manual. In the past few years, I have gradually grown from an archaeological team member to an independent archaeological team leader. In my daily work, I often deal with local governments and police departments. In difficult environments or when military support is needed, we will also ask the local garrison for help, although this needs to be coordinated by the higher authorities. So I still have a clear understanding of the rank of the troops, and I estimate that this black-faced colonel is the supreme head of this military facility. When you enter a military station, you will usually be shown some secrecy manuals for the corresponding level. I also understand this, I took the manual, sat on a chair and looked at it.

This secrecy manual is very thin, and it didn't take long for me to read it. But instead of putting it down or handing it back to the colonel, I looked at it again. This is a top-secret level of secrecy manual, which does not have any psychological burden on me, and most of the military facilities I have entered before will give me a top-secret level of secrecy manual. I have the impression that military facilities are classified as top secret. What makes me value and re-examine this handbook are two things that make it different.

The first point is its scope of application. The general secrecy manuals, at least the ones I've seen, are for the military garrisons we turn to for help. But this confidential manual, its scope of application is not this military facility, but a place marked 'Seven'. That is to say, the level of secrecy of this 'Seven' is so high that it is impossible to enter or even know its location until the confidentiality agreement is signed. This has never been encountered in my previous experience.

The second point is a detail in this confidentiality manual. The vast majority of confidentiality manuals have such an entry. Don't look at what shouldn't be seen, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't say what shouldn't be said, and don't pass on what shouldn't be preached. The common saying is the principle of four noes. There is no such clause in this confidentiality manual. The second time I watched it, it dawned on me that there were no secrets within Seven, or that its secrets needed to be shared.

Thinking about this, and thinking of Song Guilong's mysterious appearance on the road, I couldn't help but retreat in my heart. While thinking about the wording to avoid falling into this unknown secret, I said, "I'm just an archaeologist..."

"'Seven' is an archaeological project. And time is tight, and a lot of your colleagues are working in it, and they need you. "Before I could organize my resignation, the colonel blocked my retreat.

The Colonel looked at me quietly, his expressionless face exuding a hint of evil, and he sat behind his desk leaning forward slightly, his resolute chin showing his irrefutable determination. I had the feeling that I was on a thief ship. It seems that every rebuttal I make will be ruthlessly rejected and whipped by him.

I asked for help and went to find Song Guilong with my eyes, but I found that there were only three people in this room, and the other was the officer who picked up the airport. He stood one step behind me, his feet apart and his hands behind his back, looking straight ahead, but the hypocritical smile on his face was missing.

This scene reminds me of a movie scene in which an officer sitting behind a desk makes a cold gesture to his men, and the executioner behind him pulls out a pistol and points it at the head of the man sitting in a chair. "Bang", brains burst.

I signed the non-disclosure agreement and took an oath of confidentiality. It was only by this time that the colonel came out from behind his desk and gave me a bear hug. "You're welcome to join," the colonel said with a smile.

I hadn't recovered from the horror yet, and I felt cold on my body, and I couldn't accept the Colonel's judgment before and after. I was a little sluggish to break free from the colonel's arms, and when I looked back at another man, the officer had briskly opened the curtain and brought me a plate of fruit soaked in ice water. There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, and he playfully squeezed his eyes at me. It was in my confused brain that I had been calculated.

The colonel sat casually at the table, and said casually as if chatting with an old friend: "It's a pity that you don't have time to rest, and you have to rush to the 'seventh' today." It won't be too long, though, and there's time for you to rest. ”

"What happens if I don't sign this agreement?" I ignored the colonel's words and stared straight at him.

The colonel grinned and said, "Of course I'm sending you back." What do you think? ”

There was not a single change in his face, nor did his complexion change in the slightest.

"With such a dark face, how can you see the change," I scolded.

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