All morning, I spent the morning in front of my computer, looking up clues about the Twelve Islands through Baidu and Google. Among the many rumors, the Twelve Islands were only about treasures, and never about superweapons.

I changed my search thinking and re-searched with the keyword "World War II superweapon", and I quickly obtained relevant information on the development of nuclear weapons by the Axis powers in those years.

The information comes from a well-known European nuclear weapons research institute, signed by Amison, who is a tenured professor of high-end physics at a top European university.

Professor Emison said that the Axis powers had built a total of 15 nuclear weapons that year, and three of them were test-fired, which was amazingly powerful. The three test launches were all on a desert island in the East China Sea, not far from Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The three test launches were all six months before the US bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. In other words, the Axis powers had the strength of nuclear bombing half a year in advance, but they were always hidden and not used in front-line wars. The remaining 12 nuclear weapons are stored in a small town halfway between Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and the Japanese name translates to "skull flag". The skull flag is the symbol of the pirate ship, so the small town is also called the pirate town.

Amison inspected the pirate town in detail and entered the military bomb shelter across the ground to investigate, and from the German, Italian and Japanese Chinese signs nailed to the cave wall, he concluded that this place was indeed an arsenal for storing nuclear weapons.

The Japanese living in Pirate Town were all anti-war activists, and they expressed astonishing anger at the moment when nuclear weapons caused great damage to Hiroshima and Nagasaki. They denounced the atrocities of the Americans against Professor Amison, and called the two bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki* "devil's eggs." Moreover, they prefer to flaunt the greatness of the Axis powers, believing that the Axis powers can clearly use nuclear weapons without using them, which is the highest manifestation of benevolence and morality. The Americans, on the other hand, have treacherously disregarded the consequences of nuclear weapons and the lives and deaths of Japanese civilians.

The information I have listed shows that the fact that 12 nuclear weapons are hidden on the 12 islands is true, and Chen Dingkang did not go crazy or say crazy things. He was telling the truth in his sudden mental excitement, and if he analyzed it carefully, he could gain a lot of useful information.

Amison also said that after World War II, Japan started from adversity, and large industrial companies such as Mitsubishi and Panasonic started

None of them gave up the pursuit of the twelve nuclear weapons. Those superweapons are a huge asset, and even if sold to foreigners, they can provide a powerful boost to the recovering Japanese economy.

The companies hired a large number of private investigators, and the pirate town became more and more extensive, eventually covering all of Japan, but never found anything.

To this day, there is still an official Japanese award for "Ryukawa Mustard", which was established for the search for these nuclear weapons. Over the years, the total prize money has approached $90 million.

Not only is Japan obsessed with finding 12 nuclear weapons, but many small countries in West Asia, Northern Europe, and North Asia have also heard the news and are trying to step into the "nuclear-armed states" overnight and stand shoulder to shoulder with the superpowers.

In all the information I have found, the Axis nuclear weapons are not named separately as in the United States*, but are named sequentially after the names of the 12 Hours borrowed from China.

If Chen Dingkang recovers his memory, the twelve-core weapon will be able to surface.

If there is something deeper in Chen Dingkang's memory, it is likely that something related to the Lord of the Shark will also be excavated.

I also looked at the high-tech product of the merman language translator, which was first invented in 2011 by two high school students in Poland and later improved by more than a dozen artificial intelligence research institutes around the world to finally create a translator for talking between different races. The "dog language translator and cat language translator" that are rumored on the Internet are such tools, but the level is low and the translation effect is unsatisfactory.

Sharks, apes, apes, and savages are all creatures in nature that are very close to humans, so translating the language they use is of epoch-making significance. According to the data, the merman language translator has been iterated more than a dozen times, its recognition rate has increased from 10% to 95%, more than 50 units involved in research and development, all over the domestic and foreign artificial intelligence towns, the most famous of which is the domestic iFLYTEK, has become a leader in the industry.

The test of the machine was very complicated, because the humans did not actually capture the live merman, so they had to take the machine to the center of the Pacific Ocean, collect the sound waves of the merman, and transmit them to the machine for comparison and translation, which was a long and arduous process.

In my opinion, the merman language translator may not be the key to solving the problem, only by digging out the memory of the merman master, can we translate, calculate, and combine on this basis, and finally obtain the secret of the merman.

Based on this situation, the mirror room is more useful than a translator. If I could meet with a high-ranking official in District 51, I would suggest that he go all out to find the Mirror Room, and then analyze the mind and soul of Tran Dinh Kang through the Mirror Room.

There was so much information on the internet that I struggled for seven hours in front of my computer before I got up and rested.

The food on the table was already cold, and I lost my appetite more and more, but I felt light and soft under my feet, as if I was stepping on a pile of cotton.

"Mr. Xia, someone is waiting to see you at the door. The little nurse reported.

I walked to the door and saw a young man with myopic glasses standing around the corner of the hallway, holding a few books in his hand, looking extremely young.

"You're looking for me?" I asked.

The young man walked over quickly and bowed to me very politely: "Mr. Xia, it was Mr. Chen who asked me to come. He asked me to send me a few books, saying that Mr. Xia might be in urgent need. The book is here, please accept it. ”

I took the books and found that they were an ancient version of the Zizhi Tongjian.

The young man left, and I took the book back to the ward.

"Zizhi Tongjian" is a set of sacred books that people who are engaged in politics must read, and it has been favored by many national figures.

I flipped through it and found that it was an illustrated version of the book, and every few pages, there was a black-and-white illustration related to the article.

"If it is Chen Dingkang who asks the young man to deliver the book, what is the point of sending this set of books? If it is someone else, who else will give me something?" In contemplation, I quickly flipped through the books, trying to understand some truth from them.

Soon, I discovered the secret hidden in the illustrations. Just flip the book up and down, and those ancient illustrations become modern comic strips, telling a very complex story.

In that story, a young man slept in a bed, so the plot unfolded in his dreams. He dreamed of the Japanese slaughtering the city, and he also dreamed that the anti-Japanese people fought fiercely one after another, just to drive away the invaders. He also dreamed that a man and a woman were standing beside him, giving him advice, but in the end they secretly pushed him into the sea.

After a little thought, I realized that these comic books were specially drawn for me, and the young man in them was me, and the man and woman were Zhang Quanzhong and Jingguan Xiaowu.

"Why a dream? Those episodes happen in visions, not in dreams. There is a fundamental difference between an illusion and a dream, if it is just a dream, how could Zhang Quanzhong and Jingguan Xiaowu come to my real life?" I couldn't help but whisper to myself.

Since I was a child, I have understood a truth, I will never accept the provocation and instigation of others, and I will not do things according to people's words, nor will I do things because of people's words.

What did Chen Dingkang want me to understand when he sent me such a set of books?

I flipped through those illustrations repeatedly, and sorted out in my mind all kinds of things that happened in the Daming Lake Iron Ancestral Hall and the underwater secret passage of Wulong Pond. Among them, what impressed me the most was Jingguan Xiaowu's hissing and screaming when he saw Zhang Quanzhong being shot in the secret passage.

That kind of miserable state is definitely not pretended, but from the heart, from the heart, from the sincerity, only when the dearest lover dies, will such a cry erupt.

"If even that cry is fake, what else can be?" I muttered to myself.

There are very few illustrated editions of "Zizhi Tongjian", and this set of books must have been disguised by Chen Dingkang or others, and they were specially used to wake me up. However, such a major sharp turn, even if all the parties involved are present to argue reasonably, it may not be convincing, let alone a set of books?

I closed the book, and the little nurse walked in and helped me make tea.

"I want to go out for a walk. I said.

The little nurse immediately shook her hand: "Mr. Xia, the doctor has specially instructed that your body is very weak, and the medicines injected into the body also need to be absorbed by lying quietly." For more than 10 hours, you have been sitting in front of the computer and working, and you have violated the doctor's orders, and if the doctor finds out, I should be disciplined. You can't go out, absolutely not. ”

She had probably just entered the hospital, and the doctor's order was like a holy decree to her, and she did not dare to disobey a word.

"I'm just pacing back and forth in the hallway, can't I?" I asked.

The little nurse's head shook like a rattle: "No, no, no, it's windy in the corridor, and your skin pores are now all open under the stimulation of the drug, and once you catch a cold, you will get a severe cold and flu." Mr. Xia, please, just stay in this ward, don't go anywhere, okay? Even if it's my job to take care of me, please!"

She walked up to me, stood on her feet, and bowed deeply.

I couldn't help it, so I pointed to the secret door that led to the gym: "I'm only going there to get active, okay?"

The little nurse nodded with a bitter face: "Okay, but don't delay for too long, let alone do strength fitness movements, that will be a problem." ”

She helped me open the secret door, pushed another wheelchair over, and looked at me with pleading eyes.

I was embarrassed to refuse, so I got into a wheelchair, pushed by her, and slowly entered the gym.

A lot of the intersection between Chen Dingkang and me happened here, if there were no later changes, maybe I would still be practicing martial arts here honestly at the moment, looking forward to one day under the teaching of Zhang Quanzhong to reappear in the rivers and lakes and become the pride of the Xia family.

At that time, I thought too simply, and relied too heavily on Zhang Quanzhong, always thinking that he was an omnipotent calculator who could predict all the changes above and below the universe. With him, as long as you obey orders, you can keep moving forward and run to the brightest place.

The idea that "I am kind to him and Jingguan Xiaowu" has always run through my thoughts, and according to the Chinese principle of doing things, receiving the grace of people with water should be reciprocated with a spring. Of course, I thought that Zhang Quanzhong and Jingguan Xiaowu would do the same.

"What's the point of them if they've been cheating on me, and what can I do for them by living in an illusory plot?" I kept reflecting, and the illustrations in "Shiji Tongjian" flew in my head like autumn leaves.

The wheelchair slid over the wooden stake, and I remembered my experience of driving the wooden stake. If you want to attack, attack the enemy's key points, and if you don't move, you will be killed.

"Whoever assassinates Tang Sang deserves to die ten thousand times!" Hatred welled up in my heart again, my throat was choked, and my arms trembled violently uncontrollably.

Tang Sang died a tragic death, if I hadn't entrusted her to see Chen Dingkang, maybe she was the one pushing the wheelchair at the moment. We can still talk about Tang Wan or the future lightly, so that yin and yang will not be separated forever.