Yang Muyun trembled and got up, and when he saw everything that was happening in front of him clearly, he was suddenly frightened. Throughout the warehouse, blood flowed and corpses lay on the ground. He didn't dare to take a closer look, and when he swept his eyes, he saw a stump and a broken arm, and he almost vomited. He stumbled out of the warehouse, outside in the bitter sea breeze.

As soon as the cold wind blew like this, he was a little dizzy, his stomach was very uncomfortable, he leaned against the wall and vomited for a while, and suddenly thought of something.

He thought of the calm man. It seems a little unrighteous to run away like this, and I don't know what happened to the calm man. After all, it was a cellmate in a cell, and they had been together for nearly a month, and even if he died, he had to make sure that his body was still there.

Thinking of this, Yang Muyun tore off a strip of cloth on his body, wrapped it around his nose, gritted his teeth and rushed back to the warehouse. He endured the strong smell of blood and carefully examined the corpses on the ground. The corpses belonged to the pirates, and he searched around, but he couldn't find the calm man.

Several bodies lay on top of each other, hands and feet mixed together, and their faces soaked in blood. He didn't dare to look closely, so he couldn't be sure if the calm man was really not among them.

This kind of exploration has reached the limit of Yang Muyun. He couldn't help it, rushed out of the warehouse, found shovels, crowbars and other tools, stumbled back to the cave, and released all the surviving hostages.

After some twists and turns, they returned to the open sea in the pirate ship and finally survived.

Hearing this, I touched my chin and said, "That calm man is not among the survivors?" ”

"No, at least I didn't see him when I left the island." Yang Muyun said.

I was keenly aware of this and asked, "Then did he appear again?" ”

"Yes." Yang Muyun nodded.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a very twisty and thrilling story. But it sounds to me, even if this calm man is a little weird, but it's not enough to say that he is not an immortal, right? ”

"Listen to me. After the rescue, we survivors had a few gatherings, and I didn't see him. At the time, I thought that the calm man must have been killed. Later, when I checked the tourist list at the time, I could not find the name of the Japanese in the list of victims. I checked the list of missing persons again, and there were two Japanese in it, one of whom was a woman, apparently not him. There is also a man named Ichiro Odabe. I wasn't sure if it was him, and I wanted to keep looking. However, due to the limitations of the time, it was unimaginable for the private sector to investigate the data of foreigners from another country with their own strength. And that's how it passed. Yang Muyun said.

He picked up the teacup and didn't drink it, thought quietly for a while, and continued: "A few years ago, I was in the United States, and by chance, I was invited to attend a commemoration of World War II at the Pontch Baugar National Cemetery in Honolulu. Most of the memorials there are American soldiers who died in the Pacific Theater. In the cemetery, I actually saw him again! ”

Speaking of this, Yang Muyun's voice trembled a little.

"The Japanese man with the calm man has reappeared! Dressed in a black suit and shaved head, he stood in front of the tombstone of the cross, his head hanging down, his mouth reciting words, and he looked very religious. ”

Hearing him say this, I suddenly had an idea: "He is not old? ”

Yang Muyun's hand trembled and spilled some tea. He looked at me and nodded, "He's not old." ”

"More than 20 years have passed, and I have gray temples and frowns. And he looked the same as he did twenty years ago, so thin, so young, so peaceful. I didn't recognize the wrong person, his appearance, his eyes have always been firmly imprinted in my mind. When I first saw him, I was almost stunned. By the time he tried to find him again, he was gone. ”

I've experienced a lot of strange things, but when I hear this, I still feel a little incredible.

"He's like a ghost, the ghost appears, and then the ghost leaves." Yang Muyun sighed: "I was originally a materialist, but since that day, I believe that there are supernatural things in the world. He appeared this time, and I won't let him go again. People who mourn at the cemetery will leave their signatures, and I communicated with the management staff, got the signature of the day, and found the name of Ichiro Odabe. ”

Mr. Yang said that he took the name and hired a first-class painter to paint a portrait of Ichiro Odabe based on his own description. I began to look for a needle in a haystack to find the whereabouts and background of this Japanese person.

But to his surprise, he found a lot of Japanese friends, used a lot of connections, and consulted a lot of information, but he didn't find this Ichiro Odabe.

Yang Muyun subconsciously felt that the direction he was looking for was likely to be wrong. It should not be accidental that this Japanese appeared in the cemetery to mourn World War II, maybe it has something to do with World War II. Yang Muyun thought of an extremely unbelievable conclusion.

That is, this Ichiro Odabe, who has not aged for more than twenty years, plus an incredible escape in the case of pirate hijacking, will he be an immortal person? If he is immortal, it is safe to assume that he most likely fought in World War II!

Speaking of this, Yang Lin smiled bitterly: "Liu Yang, you don't know what happened, when my father made this strange inference and spent a lot of money and energy to re-investigate it, my eldest brother and I didn't have any support, and I felt that the old man was ......."

"Think I'm old and confused?" Yang Muyun smiled faintly.

Poplar and Poplar grinned with grin. The relationship between the three of them is really good.

Yang Muyun said: "The reason why I had such a bold idea at the beginning was because of one detail. This detail cannot be appreciated by people who are not there in person. This detail is the combat method used to kill pirates. It's very cruel, most of them are one-hit kills, with calmness and determination when killing, without a trace of softness! The person who can have such fighting skills and psychology can only be a soldier, and he is the kind of extremely iron-blooded soldier! Only those who have crawled out of the smoke of gunpowder from the battlefield will have it. ”

Listening to Yang Muyun say this, I suddenly remembered a person, Liang Zhiwu. He ate the pills made from the mysterious cave, and became immortal and immortal. Liang is holding back, and this Ichiro Odabe's life experience is so similar! If Yang Muyun guessed correctly, Ichiro Odabe was really a soldier, and he was still an immortal. Is this a coincidence?

Wang Xiaoyu, who had been listening quietly, suddenly interjected: "Uncle Yang, that Japanese can kill people, why do you still believe in Buddhism?" People who believe in Buddhism are not allowed to kill. ”

Yang Shu smiled: "Xiaoyu, haven't you heard this sentence, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." ”

Yang Muyun took a sip of tea and said, "Punishing evil is promoting good." Kind eyebrows and good eyes are Buddhas, and vajra angry eyes are also Buddhas. I don't think there is any conflict between Oda killing pirates and him reciting Buddhist scriptures. ”

Wang Xiaoyu said again: "That Xiaotian is not a good thing, the Japanese who participated in World War II, aren't they Japanese devils." ”

Yang Muyun smiled and didn't comment on it. He continued: "With the direction of the investigation, I focused my attention on the Japanese soldiers who survived World War II. The investigation lasted half a year, and there was really news. ”

It was an old man who survived the Kwantung Army. When I found him, the old man was already in his nineties, in good health, and had a clear memory. When he got his portrait of Ichiro Odabe, he couldn't help but burst into tears. The old man rubbed the portrait and asked Yang Muyun how he thought of looking for this person. Yang Muyun lied, saying that the Japanese family was compiling memoirs related to the war and entrusted him to find clues.

The old Japanese man said that this person is not called Ichiro Odabe, but Ryo Shimizu. When they joined the army, they were fellow countrymen, and they all came out of Yokohama. After joining the Kwantung Army, they were pulled together to serve in Heilongjiang. They got along very well at that time, like friends who couldn't go against each other. Shimizu Ryo is older than him, and usually takes very good care of him, and the old Japanese call Shimizu Ryo his brother.

About three months later, Ryo Shimizu was suddenly transferred away and put on a stuffy tanker. The two of them said goodbye in a hurry, and they never saw each other again.

Decades have passed, and the hairy boy at that time is already dying. Seeing the portraits of old friends, like smoke years filling my heart, I have mixed feelings, nothing to say, nothing to say.

Yang Muyun's heart moved, and asked the old man if he knew where Qing Shui Liang was transferred at that time. The old man recalled carefully and said that Qing Shui Liang left a word at that time, as if he was going to participate in some secret mission. The old man trembled and took a pen to draw a pattern similar to a symbol, saying that the two special soldiers who took Qing Shui Liang away at that time were embroidered with seals in a very hidden place behind the collar. That's the pattern on the seal.

Speaking of which, Yang Muyun took out his mobile phone, swiped the screen, and a picture appeared. Then he handed it over and motioned for me to show it.

I took it in my hand and looked over. It's a hand-drawn pattern on a blank sheet of paper, and the brushstrokes are trembling, looking like a child's graffiti. The whole pattern is very rudimentary and crudely painted.

But it was such a pattern that made my bones tremble to the extreme, and I looked at it, and my whole body was cold, and cold sweat soaked in my forehead.

Several of them obviously saw the problem, and Wang Xiaoyu said softly: "Liu Yang, what's wrong with you?" ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I lost my balance and slid from my chair to the floor, and my whole body collapsed.

The pattern above is the same pattern on the piece of paper that Granny Bai handed me a few days ago! She said at the time that this pattern was about my future and made me very cautious.