The poplars and the poplars helped me up. I wiped the cold sweat on my head, handed the phone back to Yang Muyun, and then trembled and took out a whole piece of yellow rune paper from my arms.

When it was unfolded, the pattern was drawn in the center of the paper. The pattern is an irregular circle, surrounded by a circle that resembles a flame, and an inner circle with several strange symbols around it.

Yang Muyun was very shocked, he took the yellow rune paper in his hand and took the mobile phone to compare it carefully. To be sure, it's just a pattern.

"Where did you get that?" Yang Muyun asked.

I took a deep breath and briefly told some of the stories about my visit to Granny Bai. After finishing speaking, the Yang father and son were silent.

After a while, Yang Muyun, who was stunned, came to his senses, and said: "It's not okay if this matter doesn't fall on you, this is fate!" Liu Yang, I didn't find the wrong person! ”

"Chairman Yang, what is the origin of this pattern?" I asked anxiously.

"Liu Yang, don't call me Chairman Yang, you call me Uncle Yang with Xiaoyu. This is not a place to speak, you come with me. Yang Muyun stood up and walked out.

Is this so mysterious? Still hiding it from his two sons?

It seems that the old Yang family has a good tutor, and the old father only let me go with myself, and the two sons are very obedient and have no objections.

We went out of the living room and outside. Yang Muyun nodded and called a battery car, and the two of us got into the car and marched along the road to the villa. I haven't looked closely at the villa, but it's a great place, with forest paths, babbling water, and cherry blossoms blooming everywhere. The villas with ancient charm seem to be idle and irregularly hidden among the flowers and beautiful waters, revealing the beauty that looms outside the world.

I looked left and right, my eyes couldn't keep up, and asked Yang Muyun, I have to spend a lot of money here, right?

Yang Muyun smiled faintly: "More than a hundred million." It's not open to the public, it's just a place to entertain some friends, even if it's a place for me to retreat in my twilight years. Who knew that the fate of Lu Dao was so tricky, as soon as it was built on my side, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness over there. ”

"Uncle Yang, you have your own natural appearance." I don't know what to say.

Yang Muyun didn't speak, staring at the cherry blossom petals that drifted away in the wind, the sky was like snow, and he fell into deep thought.

We stopped in front of a villa. Yang Muyun sent the employees away, and only me and him walked in. As soon as you enter, there is a small courtyard, with several trees planted high or low, the highest towering to the sky, and the branches sticking out of the wall; The shortest delicate and delicate, no more than a meter tall, trimmed like a naughty child. It's really ingenious.

The wind is breezy, the tree is moving and the spirit is born.

It's good to still have money, it's really good to play. Just this courtyard, do nothing, just sit there, is the supreme enjoyment.

We walked through the courtyard and into the main building. Inside are all antique furniture, Ming Dynasty screens, Tang Dynasty bookcases, and the most eye-catching is a Qing Dynasty couch. The dragon and phoenix are carved on it, and the tea case with pear blossom wood is so precious.

I sighed, "Uncle Yang, I will have to come to your retreat when I have the opportunity in the future, you are an excellent place to retreat." ”

Yang Muyun smiled: "If you want, you can come over at any time." He paused, then added, "As long as I'm alive." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, I was like a bedbug out of a melon seed. Yang Muyun obviously reminded me tactfully in this way that you can play if you want to, but you have to help me get things done first.

I followed him to the second floor. Yang Muyun used a key to open the door of a room. The style here is completely different from the ancient Chinese style below. There is a large window that overlooks almost the whole mountain village, so there is plenty of light. Against the wall lay a bookcase full of books, piled up with bags of manuscripts and newspapers, almost all the way to the ceiling. In the middle of the room, where the best light is located, is a very simple little writing desk and a wooden easy chair. There is a small sofa against the wall at the back, with obvious depressions, and it seems that Yang Muyun often rests on it.

The first impression I had here was that there were a lot of books, and the second feeling was that there was no electrical appliance, all of which were paper media.

I walked over to the desk, and in the middle lay an open, thick book with dense markings. I gently flipped open the cover and looked, "Capital".

Yang Muyun sat in an easy chair, shook it, and said, "I am still a staunch materialist. I have been searching for the core and fundamental laws of operation in the material world. Marx was my ideological mentor. ”

Although I am also interested in literature, history and philosophy, I don't want to discuss philosophical issues with an elder, which is very awkward. Moreover, the generation of my parents, who came from that era, could not examine philosophy and the world in an objective and calm way, and it would inevitably bear a distinct imprint of the times, and they would not speculate for more than half a sentence.

"Uncle Yang, what's going on with that pattern?" I reminded him not to go off-topic.

Yang Muyun took out a folder from the documents on the desk and handed it to me.

I sat down on the couch and opened it to see a thick stack of handwritten materials. The handwriting is very sloppy, it seems that the writing is very hasty, and the person who writes the text thinks very jumpy, and many strokes fly.

After reading it for a while, I was a little dizzy, and the information was a little messy, and I couldn't figure out my thoughts for a while.

I asked for help to look at Yang Muyun, who handed me a bottle of mineral water, and said, "There is a very special library in Hong Kong, called the Military Intelligence Museum. It contains information on various aspects of warfare that have taken place in modern and modern times in Asia. Not everyone can go in there, so I spent a lot of money and asked a friend with a background to go in and check it on my behalf. In that place, not only was it not allowed to borrow materials from outside, but it was also forbidden to bring pens and all camera equipment, and you could only use two eyes to see it. My friend is very gifted and has an amazing memory, and the information you see now is the one he looked up there and wrote it down silently when he came out. ”

As soon as he said that, the folder in my hand suddenly became heavy, and I revisited the papers.

Yang Muyun continued: "At that time, I entrusted him to consult the documents and intelligence materials related to the Japanese Kwantung Army in World War II. The point is the wheel-like pattern you see. ”

"There's a lot of information on that, right?" I asked.

"It's a sea of smoke. In addition to official sources, there are various newspapers and periodicals, memoirs, interrogation materials, interviews with war survivors, and so on. All kinds of clues converged, and a dusty past gradually emerged. During World War II, Japan's Tokyo base camp once sent a top-secret order codenamed 'Great Red Lotus' to the Kwantung Army. ”

"Great Red Lotus......" I muttered.

"The cold invades the bones, and the flesh splits into a red lotus." Yang Muyun said: "Liu Yang, have you ever seen someone who froze to death? ”

I quickly shook my head.

Yang Muyun smiled: "I haven't seen it either." But I have checked some information, and it is said that in extremely cold conditions, people who are frozen will have their skin and flesh torn apart, and their whole body will turn red, like a red lotus flower in full bloom. In addition to making people fearful, it will give birth to a kind of bewitching beauty to the extreme. The frostbite man is in great pain, and he is constantly struggling, like a cherry blossom branch that moves up and down, dancing wildly. ”

At this point, all of a sudden, the already bright light outside dimmed. The room suddenly darkened, and Yang Muyun was caged in a deep shadow.

Listening to his description, I broke out in a cold sweat and felt a chill on my back. There seemed to be something indescribable bubbling in the room.

"I'm reminded of a Japanese writer who described that feeling as the shadow of death shrouded in the extremes of love. Very apt. Yang Muyun said.

I didn't want to continue the topic, so I coughed and said, "Uncle Yang, what is the order of this 'Big Red Lotus'?" ”

Yang Muyun said: "In the context of Japanese divine words, there has been a description of hell. They believe that hell is divided into three main categories, the root hell, the near-side hell, and the solitary hell. In the fundamental hells, they are divided into two categories, vertical and horizontal, and there are eight major hells, called the eight hot hells. There are also eight hells in the horizontal area, which are called the Eight Cold Hells. This Great Red Lotus originally meant to refer to the highest level of the Eight Cold Hells. ”

Hearing this, I shuddered, and a sense of oppression that I had never felt before suddenly hit me, and I vaguely felt that something was starting to go wrong. Things here have turned to weird and depressing places.

"I still don't know the specific content of the 'Great Red Lotus' order, but with such a name, I think this mission must have risen to a very important and critical level, and it can be compared to hell." Yang Muyun said.

He stood up and walked over, sat down on the couch as well, and pointed to a document with his finger: "You read this." ”

It's a handwritten piece of paper, and the handwriting on it is supposed to be the same as that of a friend with a strong memory. He wrote: The Great Red Lotus order was specially marked as a military aircraft. Note: Military aircraft are a level that must not be leaked. In Japan's military order, secrets are divided into three levels: secret, military secret, and military aircraft. Military aircraft are the highest level of secrecy, equivalent to top secret. (Again: the Pearl Harbor sneak attack was classified as a military aircraft among military aircraft.) And the big red lotus is a military aircraft, second only to the Pearl Harbor sneak attack! ）

I gasped: "Damn, what kind of order is this, can it go straight to the Pearl Harbor plan?" ”

Yang Muyun smiled a little strangely: "What's the matter, it's getting more and more interesting." He paused and said, "The symbol of this 'Great Red Lotus' mission is the pattern of the fire wheel. ”

I was completely dumbfounded, my brain buzzing. I didn't read any further, and at present, I can't digest this information.

Granny Bai gave me the fire wheel-shaped pattern, saying that it was a big deal. After thinking about it, I really didn't expect it to involve a top-secret military order during World War II decades ago.

I wiped my face heavily, and I was afraid to ponder and associate with everything. I felt more and more that the whole thing was strange and dangerous.