I followed the light of his flashlight, and saw a house leaning against the stone wall, the color of the house was very close to the color of the stone wall, at first we walked along the river, and we did not find that this house was very normal.

When you look closer, you can see that the house is a modern building, with only one floor, a brick structure, a door in the middle, and a window on each side, and there is glass on the windows.

The door was unlocked, and it opened as soon as it was pushed, and the two of them looked around regardless of whether it was dangerous or not. The layout of this room is a traditional wing room, with a living room in the middle, two rooms on the left and right, three of which are bedrooms and the other is a study.

There was a square table in the living room, four benches, and nothing else. The three bedrooms are very simple, with a bed on the bed/on it, which has rotted due to age, and a chest of drawers in each bedroom, presumably for clothes.

Walking to the study, there was a large desk, the kind of old-fashioned solid wood tables and chairs that were very popular in the fifties and sixties, with a red flannel cloth spread in the middle of the tabletop, and a piece of glass pressed on top of the flannel. There are a few photos under the glass, which are blurry due to dampness/humidity. Next to the desk was a bookcase with some books in it, likewise, due to the dampness/humidity and age, the books were rotten.

I used a flashlight to shine around, and I found a light bulb on the top of the room, damn it, what the hell is going on? Hurriedly took the flashlight and shook it at the door, and sure enough, he found that a rope hung down, which was the rope of the light switch, and the light switch that pulled the cord was used before the nineties.

I pulled the rope and the room suddenly became bright, and I couldn't help but squint my eyes, but my mouth laughed.

Seeing this, the fat man asked suspiciously: "Brother Ghost, what, you weren't stupid, were you?" Why do you suddenly laugh like a silly/? ”

"You know, there's an electric light, there must be wires pulling in, and then there's this hut, which means that this place can lead to the outside world, otherwise, how can the bricks and tiles that build the house come in?" I was in a good mood and said with a smile.

The fat man scratched his head: "That's right! ”

The two of them didn't bother to go to the room to toss again, to be honest, even if there is a big secret in this room, it has nothing to do with us, what we want to do most at the moment is to find a way out.

Walked out the door, took a flashlight and shook it over the hut, found the wire, and shone it all the way up, and found that the wire was buried directly in the rock wall overhead. Yes, we found the passage of the wire, but, damn it, the hole in this wire is only the size of a sea bowl, how can a person get into it? Not to mention the behemoth of the fat man.

The fat man swallowed his saliva, and a grunt sound came out of his throat: "Brother Ghost, have you ever heard of the bone shrinking technique?" I'm afraid we'll only be able to get out if we know how to do that. ”

I was in a very unhappy mood, and finally there was a hope, and with a sound of BIU, this hope was trampled flat by a big foot that fell from the sky, not to mention the flattening, the big foot actually stomped twice!

This kind of drop from the sky to the ground is too uncomfortable. I stood there and kept shining my flashlight through the holes in the wires, hoping to see what was out of the ordinary.

"Brother ghost, you also said just now, the bricks and tiles of this house must have been transported from above, then there must be other exits to this place, let's look for it again." The fat man said as he looked around.

"Yes, that's right!" I smiled wryly, and the two of us discussed, continuing along the cliff around the lake.

By the time we both turned back to the hut again, an hour later, neither of us had noticed anything.

Standing at the door of the room with two ** eyes staring, no one knew what to do next. Halfway through, I said in a slumber voice, "By the way, let's go to the room first, move out all those beds and desks, and find two rotten books, and we'll burn a fire to get rid of the moisture." ”

The fat man took out the lighter from his arms, clicked a few times, faintly sparks splashed out, and after a few more hits, a cluster of flames came out, I quickly took out my lighter and came over, pressed the switch, and with a bang, my lighter was also ignited.

The two of them burned the lighter for about seven or eight seconds, and then let go of the lighter, and if it burned any further, the plastic bracket on the front of the lighter would melt, and our purpose was just to make the lighter drier.

With a lighter, the first thing I did was naturally light a cigarette, swallowed a deep puff of smoke, and suddenly felt refreshed. Yes, I know smoking is bad for your health, but there's no denying that it's a really good pick-me-up.

After smoking a cigarette, I removed the pile of moldy books from the study, and the fat man was tearing down the bed in a bedroom. I asked him why he didn't tear down the square table and bench in the living room, and he replied that it was very speechless, and the bed reminded him of great health care, so he couldn't see a bed here......

Walking out with the torn bed frame and bed board, the fat man complained with a face: "This bed is strong, and my hands are numb." ”

First, I folded the wood into a pyramid-like shelf, found two relatively dry wooden boards, used a dagger to cut a few thin pieces of wood and put them in the shelf, and then found a few pieces of paper that were not very damp/wet from the pile of moldy pages, lit them with a lighter, and stuffed them under the wood chips on the shelf, and after a while, the flames rose.

The fat man kicked the remaining two beds in there, and piled the planks of wood beside him, which should be enough for us to burn for hours.

Although it was summer, the temperature under the ground was not high, and you could sit in front of the fire. Even though there was a fire, we could only have snacks. Grilled fish? Forget it? That strange fish may be poisonous.

Sitting in front of the fire with a cigarette in his mouth, one person holds a book, and from time to time pulls two pages and throws it in, and is idle anyway.

After tearing up a book, I picked up another one, huh? The book still has plastic skin?

When I opened the book cover, it was not a book, but a notebook wrapped in plastic paper. With a snort, he spit the cigarette butt into the fire, and tore the plastic paper apart: "Fatty, come here and see good things!" ”

The fat man snorted, leaned over, and looked at the notebook in my hand with a curious expression.

This is an old notebook, although it is wrapped in plastic paper, but the notebook is still affected by the moisture and looks very dilapidated. There is a portrait of Grandpa Mao directly above the cover, with a sun pressed on his head, emitting a Taoist light. Below are a picture of a worker and a peasant, and three block letters 'notebooks'. Strangely, this notebook is only the front half, and the back half is torn by someone who doesn't know who tore it up.

Flipping through the notebook, fortunately, the handwriting can barely be distinguished, and the first page reads: Comrade Li Yunfan, I wish you a higher level! The payment turned out to be Shen Xueqian.

Shen Xueqian, the most famous scientist in my country, the father of Chinese missiles.

Tsk, the owner of this notebook is so awesome, and he knows Shen Lao.

I kept opening it, and it was like a rough draft, with some terms about bioengineering written on it, and although I learned biology very well, the things written on it were too esoteric to be understood.

I flipped back quickly, and when I got to the back, I began to write down things in my notebook, like a diary, and the sentences used in the notes were between classical Chinese and vernacular, and I could only roughly guess what it meant. I won't talk about those things like firewood, rice, oil, salt, etc., but just pick a few pages that I think are more important.

August 9, overcast.

Today I went to apply for gold again, and was rejected again, Director Chen said that now the country's funds are placed on two bombs and one star, and the rest will not be considered for the time being, and gold is a valuable substance that is the top priority, and I am advised not to fight this idea during this time. He gave me three paths: first, abandon the project; second, self-funding; Third, keep waiting.

It is impossible to give up this project, our team does not know how much effort has been put into this project, which one of Zhang Hanlong or Ji Yongzhong did not go through a lot of hard work to return to China? Moreover, we have spent more than ten years on this project, and it is really difficult to calculate the blood at the center.

How long will it take to keep waiting? Self-funded? The three of us have gone bankrupt, where are we going to raise money? Now that the whole country is in a tight economy, who has spare money for us?

Two bombs and one satellite is a major issue, but isn't our issue a major one? Once we succeed in this project, a new era will emerge, and the entire human world will have a earth-shaking change.

October 6, rain.

The project could not go on any longer, and we could not be supplied with even the most basic test materials, let alone the gold we needed. The three of us couldn't do anything but eat every day.

Although in this era, it is already very good to have food, but do we just want to mix three meals a day when we return to China? We want to serve the country, why is our subject so unfavorable?

On November 18th, our project was terminated.

On November 23rd, we were drunk again, and when it came to sadness, the three of us suddenly became so angry that we all cut off the little finger of our left hand, claiming that we would never mention our subject again in our lives. Unfortunately, after we woke up, even if we were missing a finger, we were still talking about our subject.

December 9, fine.

Today after getting drunk and meeting a strange person, I told him about my project, but I didn't expect him to help me raise gold so that our project can continue, but there is one condition. To tell you the truth, my mind is now full of letting this subject continue, and I agreed to what he said without even hearing clearly.

On December 25th the three of us came to a mysterious place, I have never seen so much gold, too much! I swear that if I took all this gold out, the price of gold in the whole world would drop by 20%. After my initial surprise, I immediately questioned why this weirdo didn't donate to the country, and the weirdo just said, if you want to continue the research and development project, if you want to continue, you don't ask so much.

I chose to continue with the project.

On January 17th, our laboratory was completed, and no one would have thought that our laboratory would be underground, and I don't know how that weirdo built it, but in less than twenty days, he built such a magnificent laboratory for us, and gave us a lot of money, and with the money it was easy to do, and after we purchased the necessary materials, we began to work like crazy.

The weirdos warned us that we had to go out for a day or two every week, bask in the sun, and touch the air on the ground, or else we would get mold and rot.