The red light went out, the green light came on, and I crossed the zebra crossing with a large group of people at the same time, all the way south.

It is a twenty-first-century city, known to poets and musicians as the "concrete jungle". Since it is a jungle, there will be hunters and prey.

I suspect that Bai Xiaosheng is also a hunter, and the targets he hunts are different from most people.

"What does he want?" I recall in my mind the eyes, the smile, and the gestures.

It would be a bit far-fetched to say that the target is Bing'er or Lianchengbi. When he looks at others, his gaze usually goes over their faces, the top of their heads, and all the way to the back of them. This special way of communication proves that he is an extremely far-sighted person, not only focusing on one person and one thing, but also looking at the world and the world.

In the past, the Bai family founded the name and profession of "Bai Xiaosheng", and its ambition was great, that is, to know the secrets of all the sects in the rivers and lakes. Although it is named "Baixiao", what it seeks is "Knowing Thousands of Knows, Knowing Everything". This pursuit is ancient and modern.

Bai Xiaosheng appeared in Jinan, it could not be to do good deeds, but to have his ulterior motives.

After crossing the intersection of Shanda Road and Jiefang Road, I followed the left side of the road to the south, and soon arrived near the famous Jinan Famous Eatery Sandian Meat.

"Rice and meat" is one of the famous snacks in Jinan, and it is as famous as sweet foam and oil swirl. At present, the stores that operate this delicacy are "Sandian Pork Meat", "Yixing" and "Xue's Sanba", and the combined turnover of the three stores has a market share of more than 80%.

There was a time when I was very fond of eating the meat, especially after the opening of the "Three Points Pork Sauce" branch on Baotu Quan North Road. However, as my weight skyrocketed, I strictly controlled my diet, and gradually moved away from this delicious taste that Jinan people can't live without.

To avoid the temptation of food, I walked straight ahead, glancing at the restaurant out of the corner of my eye.

Behind the glass window on the street, someone suddenly waved at me.

I stopped and looked at Bing'er sitting at the table.

This kind of chance encounter was really much beyond my expectations.

I pushed the door open and walked into the store and walked over to Bing'er's table.

"What do you want to eat? Bing'er said.

She is a fashion beauty who has returned from abroad, and she appears in this kind of store with a strong local flavor, which is more or less eye-catching. Obviously, the three clerks behind the counter kept looking this way, and they exchanged heads and ears from time to time.

I sat down slowly, and before I spoke, I looked at Bing'er and smiled kindly.

On the surface, we can be regarded as friends, and we also have a "trust" friendship with red sleeves. It's a pity that after seeing the video from Lianchengbi, I have already seen half of Bing'er's hole cards and am wary of her.

"Had breakfast, had early lunch, didn't want to eat anything. I sat down and replied slowly.

"Hehe, I'm in for a treat, can't I eat it-" Bing'er waved towards the counter, "Two portions of jar meat, two portions of kelp, well, and two bowls of rice for soup." ”

Seeing that she had ordered, I had no choice but to be hospitable, got up and went to the counter, took two bowls, and came back with two bowls of sweet foam. Then, I went back to put the food I had ordered on the tray and brought it back.

"After going abroad for so long, what I miss the most is Jinan's meat. Bing'er said with a smile.

She didn't make a fuss, put the pieces of meat into the rice bowl, crushed them with a spoon, and then took the meat with the rice and ate it in a big gulp.

I swallowed slowly, my mind racing, wondering why Bing'er was here.

In fact, I have been walking from Shanda Road, Technology Market, and Jiefang Road, although I have not deliberately determined the goal in my mind, subconsciously, my steps are heading towards the deep and shallow bathing center building at the south end of Shanda Road.

Lian Chengbi has already taken over the place, and she should be in the building at this moment.

I came this way, it was completely subconscious, if Bing'er hadn't intercepted me halfway, I was afraid that I would have walked all the way to the south step by step.

I tried to smooth out my train of thought, it turned out that I knew that I would fall into the entanglement between the Qin King Society and the beggar gang, but I still didn't want to withdraw in time, for the sake of Tang Wan's voice heard in the underground secret passage.

Diving in the mirror room, the secret passage is the only way for me to communicate with Tang Wan.

If I stay away from the Qin Wanghui, the Beggar Gang, Lianchengbi, the Red Sleeve Move, Bing'er and others, it will be equivalent to giving up the search for Tang Wan, and I will definitely end up with hatred in this life.

"Why don't you eat? Shouldn't a manly husband eat meat and drink wine in a big bowl, just like the heroes of Shuibo Liangshan in the past?" Bing'er raised her head and looked at me with a smile.

At this moment, she was extremely pure, her eyes were clear, and her chest was like a city.

"It's good to watch you eat, foreign fast food and steak abroad have been eaten for a long time, which hurts the lungs and stomach, and there are endless troubles. When we return to China, we must slowly adjust according to our Chinese eating habits to achieve a state of health preservation that is one between nature and man and keeps pace with the times, so that the body will run harmoniously and smoothly. "I'm not trying to show off, I'm just telling the truth.

The national conditions of China are different from those of the West, and the physique of the Chinese people is even more different. Westerners like cold food, beef, red wine, and salads, while Chineseers like hot dishes, white wine, soup, and medicinal food. This is caused by thousands of years of regional differences, and indiscriminately modifying living habits is tantamount to going against the sky, which is harmful and unbeneficial.

"Well, I remember. My sister is lonely, but I don't rely on you, and I don't need you to nag in my ear all the time. Bing'er stuck out her tongue.

I can't see through her, and I can't guess her mind.

"It's better to meet by chance than to meet by chance, and chance encounter is fate. It just so happens that I just got a good book for you to read. Bing'er picked up the backpack on one side and took out a book wrapped in a plastic bag.

Actually, this is not a book, but a thread-bound notebook with a wooden front and back cover.

I was shocked, because this kind of book with wooden boards for the front and back covers was Japanese Ming, and it was popular between 184o and 196o.

The first to use this kind of notepad were pirates in the Pacific, who drove large ships back and forth at sea, and when ordinary notebooks were flooded, they stuck together and could not be read. So, the pirates made a book out of wooden planks and cowhide, and even if the ship capsized and sank, the book would be floating on the sea because of the buoyancy of the plank, and it could eventually be salvaged.

When the Eight-Nation Coalition invaded, the Japanese army, which consisted of pirates, introduced these notebooks to China, which recorded the gains of the invading army and became a record of their crimes.

I remember when I read the history books of war criminals in World War II, I often saw that such a notebook existed in the evidence of the war criminals' invasion of China.

Seeing it, I thought of the days when Jinan City was trampled under the sun's hoof, and my mood couldn't help but be a little low.

The plastic bag is transparent, so I took the notepad in my hand and immediately saw the six words "Plum Blossom Mansion Notes" on the cover.

"It's a very interesting book. Bing'er explained.

I corrected her: "This is not a book, this is a notepad." ”

Bing'er laughed: "Yes, yes, I'm abroad, e-books, manuscripts, paper books, and online documents are not distinguished, I just said it wrong, it's just a notepad, not to say." However, if I take the contents to the publishing house, the editors there will be very rewarded, begging me to publish it as a paper book, and then it will be a big hit and sold all over the world. ”

The people of old Jinan know that when the Japanese invaders occupied Jinan, they built several "mansions" in the city. Named the Mansion, it is actually a Japanese espionage center, or a private public prison set up by the military, and I don't know how many righteous businessmen, civilians, and squires have died in it, and they have not been able to seek justice so far.

At that time, one of the mansions was also named after the plum blossom, and its nature was similar to that of all the mansions.

"Take a look, it must have enlightened you. Bing'er said with certainty.

Instead of rushing to open the plastic bag, I pushed it aside and drank the sweet foam first.

Bing'er is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and she must ask for something. The "chance encounter" she deliberately arranged was probably to introduce me to this "Plum Blossom Mansion Notes".

It is not modest to say that I am familiar with the history of Jinan World War II, and I have a certain understanding of the large and small military battles, political struggles, business cases, and the ups and downs of celebrities born in Jinan during this period.

So, I don't think I'm unfamiliar with what I'm writing in this notebook.

"You're a man...... It mentions something you're interested in, you know, and if it had nothing to do with you, I wouldn't show it to you? Oh, you're not only not thankful, but you're pretending to be so cold...... Okay, okay, please, please, please open it and see what's inside...... I asked someone to look for it for a long time, and it took two gold bars to get it!" Bing'er frowned, pretending to be angry.

Previously, during the meeting of the Qin King Society, Elder Wen had bid for thirty gold bars to buy the core technology of the "Nightmare Infant Technique". Now, for the sake of a notepad, Bing'er can pay the high price of two gold bars, which shows that she and Elder Wen must have the support of a big consortium behind them, and funds are definitely not a problem.

"You give me a big secret, what can I use to repay your love? If I can't afford to pay it back, then I still don't look at it. I said.

My attitude towards Bing'er was so cold that I couldn't even stand the two young chefs at the counter.

One of them snorted suddenly: "Hmph, what's the big deal, who wouldn't pretend to be noble? Let you see it, just watch it quickly, what to pretend? Do you have to kneel down and beg you?"

I couldn't laugh or cry, he was a chef, Bing'er and I were customers, and we only had a financial relationship between buying and selling. It's good, he wants to stand up for Bing'er, and he shouldn't bring the evil fire to me.

"Huh, you don't really want me to get down on my knees and beg you, do you?" Bing'er continued to wave through the cook's words.

I looked at her, and I looked at the cook.

"Okay, okay, I'll kneel down and beg you, okay?" Bing'er got up, left her seat, walked around the table, and made a gesture to kneel down to me.

I quickly grabbed her wrist and smiled wryly and said, "I see, I see, I see it's okay, right? Don't say the word 'kneel' and torture me." ”

Bing'er's wrists are very cold, and her whole person seems to be cold from the inside out, this kind of "internal cold" physique is very rare.

"Well, look, I'm waiting to hear from you. She withdrew her hand and sat back in her seat.

I opened the plastic bag, pulled out my notepad, and spread it flat on the table.

The cover of the notebook is written in both Chinese and Japanese, and in addition to the six characters of "Plum Blossom Mansion Notes" in Chinese, there are also words with the same meaning in Japanese below.

I turned over the board, and the inner pages below were yellowed, but the paper was still tough and stiff, and it can be seen that when this paper was manufactured, a large amount of cotton and linen material was added, making it five points like paper and five points like cloth.

The first sheet of the inner page is a table of contents, with twelve lines on it, that is, the entire content of the notebook is divided into twelve chapters.

I looked at the handwriting carefully, and the first eleven lines of text were all small letters, which showed that the record had a deep foundation in calligraphy. The last line, titled "Final Chapter", has been replaced with a slender pen typeface, which is exactly the same as the previous one.

The eight words "Divine Water Mirror Shows Its Might" appeared on the ninth line of the catalog, and when it was swept away, it immediately stung my eyes.

"It turns out that Bing'er wants me to see it—the Divine Mirror?" I was stunned, and immediately flipped back, until I found the position of page ninetieth.

At the top of that page, a neat brush in small block letters reads: "Nine chapters, the divine water mirror shows its might." ”

I couldn't wait to read the content on that page, and of course, the content was also bilingual in Chinese and Japanese.

"It snowed for a day and a night, and the chariots ran over, and all the wheels were buried in the snow. Each squad sent two people, without carrying a gun or backpack, and followed the cart the whole way. The Chinese guide who accompanied the group said that he had not seen such a heavy snow since he was born. Between heaven and earth, there are heavy falling snowflakes. The wing commander ordered to cross the river tonight and go straight to Jinan City. It was after hearing the order and the trumpet that I saw the mirror of the legendary Chinese thaumaturgist, which was at least six meters high and ten meters long, blocking the south end of the pontoon. Next to the mirror stood a person, holding the mirror with his left hand and a red-tasseled ghost head knife in his right hand. The man was not very tall and strong, but he stood alone at the head of the bridge, facing the wind and snow, facing the north, just like the door god in Chinese culture. All the soldiers were stunned, and everyone forgot to raise their guns to shoot. I don't pay attention to that one person and one knife, I just look in the mirror. The sixth sense tells me that it is the Divine Water Mirror, which is said to be a magic mirror that can change time and space. Chinese thaumaturgy is unpredictable, and all legends are half-truths and half-truths, so I am skeptical of its ability to 'change moments'. However, I didn't immediately report to the wing commander, as a staff officer with the army, I was soft-spoken, even if I was kind enough to report, at most it would be in exchange for a reprimand. The captain of the Autumn Crane Co-Captain is a suspicious and stingy person, and he can't tolerate anyone smarter than himself. ”

This is the entire content of that page, the bottom two lines are enclosed in parentheses, and the font inside is slightly smaller, which should be a summary and annotation of this page - "I made a mistake and killed the captain of the Autumn Crane Wing and one hundred and twenty loyal warriors under the command of the Emperor, damn it, damn it!"

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, judging from the annotations, this group of Japanese criminals was completely annihilated by the man who held the mirror and carried the knife, which was a great victory in the history of the War of Resistance against Japan, and it was gratifying.

The all-out war of resistance of the Chinese people began in 1937 with the famous "77 Lugou Bridge Incident", and there are not too many people who have specific records and annihilated more than 100 Japanese invaders in a single battle.

According to my memory, the Japanese invaders marched south from Beiping to the Yellow River to occupy Jinan, but they did not encounter any decent resistance.

If there was a fierce battle in which 120 Japanese soldiers were annihilated, at least it should be clearly recorded in the historical materials of Jinan.

The writer of this booklet is supposed to be Japanese, that is, he himself identifies, a staff officer of the army who is not reused. According to the title of "Plum Blossom Mansion" on the cover, it can be guessed that he did not die in the battle of the Yellow River, but successfully escaped, followed the army into Jinan, and witnessed the eight years of evil of the Japanese invaders controlling Jinan.

I looked up at Bing'er, and she was staring straight at me, probably trying to figure out what was going on my mind.

"How's that appealing to you?" she smirked.

"Where did you get this booklet?" I asked.

Bing'er sighed: "It's a long story, in the past year and a half, I didn't stay in the United States and Europe honestly, but quietly went to Japan, and found the descendants of Koji Morigen through friends from various channels. Oh yes, Koji Morigen is the owner of this booklet, a medical expert with a sense of justice, who at the time was a civilian military staff officer. I went to great lengths to buy a booklet from his grandson, along with a few black-and-white photographs from that year. According to common sense, words and photos can prove the strange things that were born on the banks of the Yellow River. However, after reading the booklet, I felt that the whole thing was unbelievable to the extreme, and it was completely contrary to the normal thinking of human beings, and it could not be explained. So, I took the brochure and photos back to China and read them as I traveled. To this day, I can't piece together a complete, normal story from these two things, so I'll take it out and wait for you to make a wonderful analysis. ”

The name of the staff officer of the army does not matter, since the contents of the booklet are from his true records, then they must have seen with their own eyes, heard with their own ears, and written by themselves, without the slightest falsehood.

"Where's the photo?" I asked.

Bing'er shook her head: "Don't worry, after reading this page, are you very interested in reading the rest of the part? You are also very interested in exploring the truth of the Divine Mirror? In addition, do you not reject the narrative of the intersection of materialism and idealism......

For me, the answer to all questions is "yes".

I nodded again and again: "That's right, I definitely agree, what you see is what you get, and existence is reasonable." In other words, I, like you, believe every line in this booklet. ”

In fact, at the time of the Japanese invasion, there were many people in the army who were not low in education, and they were able to record all kinds of strange things in the places where the troops went in smooth and vivid writing, just like the travel essays written by writers today.

By reading these, we can gradually piece together the tragic situation of the large and small cities in China after they were affected by the war.

Bing'er opened the backpack, took out another plastic bag, and poured out the photos inside.

There are six photos, all of which are five-inch black and white.

Even when compared to modern photographs, the black and white photographs are not inferior, the composition is rigorous and generous, and the chiaroscuro contrast is natural. It can be seen that this Koji Morigen has a certain level of photography and is not taken randomly.

These six photographs represent three things, each in a group of two.

The top photograph shows a large river pontoon bridge in the midst of heavy snowfall, and its total length is estimated to be about 40 meters, according to most of the references in the picture.

When the Japanese invaders built a pontoon bridge to cross the river, they would definitely choose a location where the river flow was gentle, so that it would be easier for the sappers to build the bridge.

The pontoon bridge is made of sampans and rafts, and is paved with wooden planks, which is very simple.

According to one historical document, in order to prevent the Japanese from crossing the river, Chairman Han's team had pre-empted all the boats on the north bank of the Yellow River, and then set a fire on the river beach and burned it to the ground.

This passive means of defense is reminiscent of the case of the fall of Bianliang City in the Northern Song Dynasty, when the Song army also burned ships in an attempt to use the Yellow River moat to block the iron hooves of the Jin people's war horses. Unexpectedly, after a night of north wind, the Yellow River froze and was as solid as a rock, and the Jin people didn't need any boats at all, so they flew straight across the river and approached the city of Bianliang.

History is always strikingly similar, even if the Kuomintang took precautions in the ship link, they could not stop the Japanese sappers and craftsmen. Judging from the photos, although the pontoon bridge was narrow, all the chariots could cross the river smoothly, and the Kuomintang shipbuilding and burning the boats had no practical significance, but caused great public anger among the common people.

(Tianjin)