readx;? I didn't find the body of Aunt Guan in this hall, and at a glance, the situation in the hall was clear at a glance, except for the computer desk, operating table, and display screen just mentioned, there was no place to store the human body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Could it be...... Is there any other hidden place?At least there should be a prism analyzer or something like what the ghost bodhisattva said?" I suddenly realized that the structural diagram posted in the corridor only indicated what should be seen by the visitors, and the actual structure of the "mirror room" did not appear on that diagram at all. The map indicates that there are seven floors under the "Mirror Room", but it is not known whether it should actually be ten or twenty floors.

Modern building technology is omnipotent, as long as there is enough financial support, even if it is hundreds of meters underground, it can still dig holes, build houses, ventilate, and supply electricity, which is no different from buildings on flat ground, but more hidden.

"Robert, take me to the main switch!" Shino reached into his arms and pulled out a black object the size of a cup.

"What's that? Are you crazy?" robert yelled anxiously.

"A plastic bomb that has ruined the Chinese's dream of high scientific research - its power is enough to overturn half of Jinan City." Eatino grinned and tore off the human skin mask on his face.

His facial features are distinctly Japanese, his eyes are very small, and his teeth bulge like a mad beast.

"No way, you madman! I don't care about you, let's go our separate ways!" Robert couldn't hold back his anger, picked up his travel bag, and continued to run to the door.

"Click, click, click", that strange and familiar voice came from my side.

I immediately leaned down and shrank into the space under my desk.

The voice went straight forward, towards the center of the hall.

"Robert, you can't go, take me there—" Shino shouted again.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Robert shouted, "Shut up, you madman, shut up for me! That awesome character has appeared, right here, right now, right here—"

I now figured out that the "person" who made the heavy footsteps was a more important role than Sang Qinghong in the "Mirror Room" that Robert said. It's just that even Robert and others haven't fully understood the state of existence of this "person", so this "person" has never been under the control of the "Mirror Room".

"There is a lack of white jade beds in the East China Sea, and the Dragon King has come to invite the King of Jinling...... I know where you came from, you just hide in that white jade bed in the East China Sea, don't pretend to be a ghost and scare people, we don't eat this set...... If you have the ability, show your original form, and see how we clean you up! This is the 'Mirror Room', which specializes in controlling all kinds of lonely souls and wild ghosts in the world, and I am not afraid that you will make a fool of yourself...... Come on, come on, come and get me?" robert cried incoherently.

I poked my head out again and saw Robert facing the door, his file box and travel bag already dropped, clenched into fists, waving at the air in front of him.

The "man" was disembodied, and the camera hadn't captured anything in Jana's office before.

Every time he appeared, there was only the dull and terrifying sound of footsteps of "click, click, click".

Now that the footsteps were gone, I could tell that he had stopped in front of Robert, and Robert must have realized this, so he threw his fist at the air.

"Robert, what are you doing?" Shino caught up and grabbed Robert's left shoulder.

"Don't touch me, don't you want information about that awesome character? He's right here, right here...... We were sure that he had been hiding in a white jade bed in the East China Sea, so we gave him the good name 'Bed God', hahahaha......" Extremely nervous, Robert laughed while swinging his fist in anger.

The two sentences "the East China Sea lacks a white jade bed" come from "Dream of Red Mansions", one of China's four famous novels, and even the Dragon King of the East China Sea came to borrow the white jade bed from the Jinling royal family, which is enough to show that the wealth and luxury of the Wang family have reached the point of being alone in the mortal world and surpassing the fairy world.

Robert's meaning should be that the soul of that "man" was hidden in a bed and was inadvertently released by the "mirror room".

"There's no one else here, take me to the main switch!" Shino grabbed Robert's left wrist in annoyance and dragged it hard.

Robert stumbled, unsteady on his feet, and fell on his back.

Before entering the gate, the stairs have reached the end and it is not possible to continue the descent.

Well, I judged that the staircase or elevator that continued further underground was in this hall.

As I leaned out and looked to the far end of the hall, I soon found a hidden door in the corner of the front right, from where Robert must have escaped with the information.

"That awesome character is here, fool, you can't see it, at least you should be able to hear his footsteps!" Robert scuffled with Shino, foul language in his mouth.

After observing the terrain, I walked behind my desk with a low body, and in two minutes I reached the secret door and dodged in.

To my surprise, the space inside the secret door was not large, only about four steps square.

A narrow single bed rests against the left wall, a very small writing desk no more than a foot long and wide is placed in the right corner, and in front of the table is a very small iron footstool, which can only fit half of an adult's buttocks.

This is not so much a secret room as a room for the officers on duty, as it is no longer possible to carry out any other daily activities except for sleeping. In particular, the height of the room was less than two meters, and my hair had already touched the roof, and as soon as I walked in, I felt extremely depressed, and I wanted to quit immediately.

I took my breath, forced myself to calm down, and looked around the room carefully again.

On the opposite side of the bed, diagonally above the desk, was a yellowed picture, about the size of a magazine cover.

I leaned over to take a closer look, and it turned out to be a map that had been soaked in water for a long time, and it was a Japanese version of the world map. When I carefully identified the markings on the map, I soon found that the map was drawn during World War II, and the borders of many countries did not correspond to the modern world map, and Chinese mainland was clearly marked as the "Republic of China".

The most obvious symbols on the map are arc-shaped arrows, all shot from the Japanese mainland, pointing to northeast, north, east, and south China in Chinese mainland. The bottom one bypasses Southeast Asia and the Strait of Malacca and passes through India to point directly to China's southwestern frontier, while the top one runs westward from China's three northeastern provinces, passes through Mongolia, and turns from the far ends of the Tianshan Mountains and Kunlun Mountains to point to China's northwestern frontier again.

Surrounded by these arrows, Chinese mainland is like a roast chicken on a fork, restrained on all sides and unable to move.

I remember reading the history of World War II and seeing similar maps.

This map shows the wolf ambition of the Japanese to annex Chinese mainland, and small-scale invasion battles can no longer meet their needs, and large-scale occupation and permanent transformation of the mainland into a colony of the Yamato nation is the ultimate goal of the Japanese militarists.

By now, the map has become the laughing stock of historians, and it is a true interpretation of the Chinese idiom "greed is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant".

I don't understand why there are such small rooms, small beds, small tables, small stools, and outdated maps of the world in the secret center of the "Mirror Room".

Either way, this map should also appear in the Anti-Japanese Memorial Museum in Jinan.

In this small room, I also smelled another strange smell, a musty smell of metal, seaweed, seawater mixed together and fermented over many years, usually only on the bottom floor of the cabin of an abandoned ship.

"Here—" I frowned and shook my head, unable to explain it at all.

"Click, click, click", the footsteps came again, and they came straight behind me.

I dodged sideways, hiding in the corner.

The footsteps stopped at the door, paused, and entered the hut.

I could tell from the voice that the "man" had already walked to the bed. The "click" sound he made with every step I took made me feel the position of his feet, and I even suspected that if I took a step forward, I would collide with this invisible "person".

The footsteps were gone, and I looked at the edge of the cot with wide eyes.

It felt like the man was already standing (or sitting) on the edge of the bed. It makes sense that he must be facing the desk and the map next, and then he will be able to see me 100 percent.

I wanted to get out of the hall, but I didn't want to waste my efforts, at least after Robert and Shino left, and then look for the other secret doors in the hall.

Suddenly, there was a whistle in the room, and the sound came from the middle of the edge of the cot, two feet above the surface of the bed, just where the lips of a grown man sat down.

"That 'man' is whistling?" was my first reaction, and a cold sweat broke out on my back when I heard the melody of the whistle being the "March of the Japanese Navy" from World War II.

First, modern people rarely play or listen to this aggressor's song, and its melody is not beautiful and has no value in singing;

Second, whistles are generally used to play cheerful tunes, which have a strong lyrical meaning, and are rarely used in these political songs;

Third, this is Jinan, a place with the strongest anti-Japanese sentiment in Chinese mainland, and anyone who plays such a song will arouse public indignation, at least it will be despised by people, and at worst it will be attacked by the masses' old fists.

To sum up the above three points, I judge that this "person" is Japanese, and what Robert said before also confirms this.

"Who are you?" I asked, lowering my voice as I pressed my back against the wall and threw myself forward.

The whistle stopped, but I didn't hear a response, not even a cough, a sigh.

"Are you Japanese? Japanese ...... Why are you here?What's your name?You ...... "I couldn't ask any more questions, because there was no logic to the questions I had already asked, and my mind was in serious confusion.