I took out the U.S. dollars I had exchanged for huàn, walked to the ticket office, and the little girl locked the window with a click, and hung a small sign out. I dug out the booklet and looked for it for a long time, and said to the fat man: "The conductor has to rush back to feed the child after work." I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain our two Chinese tourists from afar-

When the fat man heard that this trip was in vain, he complained vigorously that my English level was not up to par, which would lead to the current dilemma. I said that you are a person who can't even read Chinese pinyin, so you don't pretend to be knowledgeable there. What we have to do now is to find out Shirley Yang, and if we continue to make trouble like this, we will sleep on the streets and lose the face of our ancestors in a foreign country. The fat man said that he should ask the security guard in the communication room about it. I thought it would work, and I held a pamphlet to find a security guard patrolling the square and ask about Shirley Young.

Foreigners have limited Chinese skills, and my spoken English is even more bald and lawless. After communicating for a long time, I didn't know what the other party was talking about. He was so anxious that he pulled out his gun and crashed himself, so I quickly comforted him, ok, ok, i'mok. The fat man said that the psychological quality of the American GI was also a little worse, no wonder he couldn't do it in our People's Liberation Army back then. I said this is wrong, this brother is just a security guard, at most belongs to the ranks of the militia, not the regular army of the government, we should not ask too much of people, can understand - hello - is already very good, just like our red scarf will now say - hello - is a truth.

It was getting late, and the searchlights were already lit up in the square, and it was not a long-term solution to wander around the museum all the time, so I said to the fat man: "It's not a way to wait, who knows which door Shirley Yang will come out of, we can't sit still, we have to take the initiative to attack-

The fat man said, "That's what I mean, or let's follow the old rules and flip in-

I looked around at the terrain and said, "No, the walls of the museum are too high and the shape is irregular." You have to find a new way. It doesn't work above, we can go from the ground - the fat man was overjoyed and said: "Lao Hu, worthy of a partner in the trenches, let's think of going together." To tell you the truth, I brought something with me on this trip - he unzipped his backpack and revealed a shovel head. I covered my backpack and asked, "Why did you go all the way to the United States with this thing, didn't you promise not to make a living in the future?" Comrade Wang Kaixuan, I am now beginning to wonder what kind of business you did when you went to Japan.

The fat man said: "Even if there are any valuable antiques in such a big and broken place in Japan, it is also the condolence money given by our ancestors in the Tang Dynasty, why do I rarely do them." The sapper shovel was prepared for you and Shirley Yang when you got married—he patted me on the shoulder and continued: "You think, Shirley Yang Zushang is a mountain movers, Lao Hu, you are a captain who touches Jin, and the two of them have a deep revolutionary relationship because of the inverted fight. When you are happy, can't you have a sapper shovel as a witness? Be a brother, everything is ready for you-

This kind of lack of moral idea can only be thought of by the fat man, not only dare to think about it, but also dare to put it into practice and bring things out. I couldn't smile bitterly, so I had to praise him for taking precautions and having a generation of famous ministers Kong Ming's legacy. The two of us walked around the perimeter of the museum a few times and found a fountain park next to the square, with barbed wire at the end of the park, only separated from the large flower garden in the museum by a wall.

The two of us put it together, and we thought that the flower garden and the park should be connected. So the two bought another tent and pretended to be tourists camping in the park. We chose a dense wooded area to camp, calculated the distance from the woods to the central garden of the museum, estimated that it would take at most half an hour, and two people alternately digging holes and scattering the soil, and having tents as shelter, it was much better than waiting in front of the museum. Just like ** said: a happy life depends on your own hands to create zào.

Later, Shirley told me that the sewer passage in the United States had been built as early as World War II, and that the way we drilled the hole was actually redundant. At that time, the fat man and I dug an underground passage from the woods leading directly to the museum garden, and the two of us were very excited, thinking that after returning to China, we could pass on this valuable experience to the relevant departments, and report it back as a successful case of stealing US military intelligence, and maybe hire us as a staff officer of the Ministry of Defense with a high salary.

The fat man put the grass nest on his head, patted the soil and asked, "Old Hu, have we already come in?" -

I looked around and saw that the security guard who had spoken to us earlier was standing outside the barbed wire fence and smoking, so I said to the fat man with certainty: "We have successfully infiltrated the enemy, and the next step is to find Comrade Shirley Yang who is in charge of the joint-

The fat man nodded: "Do you know where Lao Yang is?" -

I said that she said on the phone that she was working in the research institute, and I don't think it would be in the exhibition area, maybe in the buildings behind the museum. The fat man said that what are you waiting for, let's act quickly, and after finding Staff Officer Yang, we can have an American dinner.

After entering, I found that the museum was surprisingly large, and the fat man and I searched all the way, but we never found out where the research room Shirley Yang said was. The fat man was anxious: "It's not a way for us to wander around the periphery of the enemy area like this, so it's better to sneak in first-I said, "Are you kid worried about the things that are collected in other people's museums?" This is not a fight, you have to dare to move casually, international disputes are inevitable. Sino-US relations will once again be in dire straits - the fat man said that you don't talk nonsense there, why is it me who makes mistakes every time. We chose the biggest-looking and most imposing building, and we wanted to get in first. I tried to push the glass door, but it was open. The fat man said: "The Americans are too light to be locked in such an important place - I say that not every tourist sneaks in like we would use such a special method, and their paralysis is understandable and does not constitute serious dereliction of duty."

Because it was closed, there were no lights in the exhibition area, only the moonlight shining through the glass windows of the zenith, and the whole museum looked eerie, especially the ancient armor and figurines, which were even more terrifying than when they were in the tomb. The fat man turned his head in the exhibition area and asked me where the institute was, I leaned on the wall, looked at the tourist guide for a long time, and finally said with confidence: "Look, this place is written 'no', which means 'no', I guess it is the work area, so the general tourists don't give it in—the fat man nodded, saying that my analysis is very reasonable." The two of them followed the route marked on the guidebook all the way inside, and after a short time they came to the door of the room that said -no-. The fat man leaned on the door and listened for a while, and said happily, "This is it, there are voices inside." I can't imagine that the Americans also have three shifts-

As a courtesy, we knocked on the door before we went in. Unexpectedly, after entering, it was a large warehouse in total darkness, with rows of display shelves, full of antiques, and no living people were seen. I asked the fat man, "Did you hear someone talking just now?" -