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Wushuang didn't want to pull the trigger with a bang, and the bullet shattered the glass window and knocked the white shadow inside directly to the ground, but there was no blood stains coming out of it, and the white shadow landed on the ground with a fluttering feeling, not like an entity.

"Look at you, you're too nervous, aren't you? It's obviously a white coat?" Wushuang pointed to the white coat on the ground in the room to comfort Ma Ya.

"yes, maybe I'm too nervous, but I did see a white shadow moving in the hallway. I promise you read that right. ”

"Well, well, it's possible that the owner of this dress welcomes us. ”

Just now, Wushuang guessed that these high-standard kits should be lived by the officers in the fortress, but the Japanese officers definitely do not wear white coats, and generally only medical workers and those scientific researchers wear white coats.

This row of high-spec suites has a large lock on the door, which is not found in other barracks.

He took a few more steps, and found a corpse in the fifth room of the east corridor, the corpse had completely decomposed into white bones, and the white bones were lying flat on the bed in a white coat, as if they were still holding a book in their hands, and the book was covered with thick dust.

"Dead man, how can there be a dead man locked up here?" asked Ma Ya.

"I see, there are many foreign experts imprisoned in the North Manchurian fortress, and if it were a Japanese expert, they would never restrict their personal freedom, you see, the white hair is still there, it is golden. Wushuang thought that this lock had been for so long, and it was estimated that he could kick it open with one kick, but he didn't expect that the quality of the lock in Little Japan was good, and the quality of the door was also good.

This is difficult to matchless, open the door to pick the lock is the housekeeping skill of the door, no bolt when I was a child to learn the first craft is to unlock. Children who steal the door can not steal, but they can't steal, which is also a skill they rely on to survive on the rivers and lakes.

Wushuang took out the specially unlocked black iron buckle from under his boots, straightened the black iron buckle and stuffed it into the keychain, stabbed it twice on the left and twice on the right, and then pulled it down hard, and with a click, the lock opened.

The lock in the world is almost equivalent to a void in front of the door thief, this thing is to prevent the gentleman and not the villain, and Wushuang played the villain again.

Not only does this thing have it, but Ma Ya also has it, like them, the third generation of door thieves, are all inherited from the older generation. And the production process of the master key of the Xuantie buckle has long been lost.

The two approached the dusty room and bowed deeply to the corpse, because he was not Japanese, and he was a victim like the Chinese.

"Ahh

"Ya'er, put a stick of incense on the west side of the house, and burn two pieces of paper money, although this guy is a Westerner, but since he died here and was found by us, then he will be regarded as following the local customs. Great gods such as Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary who wish to meet them can also be used in their hands. Wushuang slowly broke open his white bone claws, trying not to damage the bones, and took the book in his hand.

It wasn't a book, and when I opened it, I found that it was supposed to be a diary. The dense writing on the top was in a foreign language, and he only knew the year, month, and day at the edge of the footer of each page. If it's English, it's fine, and with his high school level, he might be able to translate some of the content, but the text recorded on it seems to be more similar to English, but it's not English yet.

"I'll see. Ma Ya came back and took the diary.

The Xing'an Mountains were relatively close to the Russian border, and some villages and towns close to the border had traders from the two countries trading daily necessities with each other when they arrived at the market. Ma Ya often went to the market, so the Russian language of life was barely recognized.

"It's not Russian, it seems to be French. Ma Ya shook her head.

"Bye-bye!" Wushuang took a blanket from the cabinet and covered the corpse, which could be regarded as a simple burial for him.

Further on, every few rooms will find a foreign friend in a white coat, but unfortunately, the other foreign experts did not leave a diary, not even a valuable clue.

"What are these little Japanese devils studying? As for it? How did they catch so many foreigners? These foreigners are also stupid, knowing that they can't get out alive, leaving some clues?

"It's not that people didn't leave clues, it's that we can't understand it. Do you think there will be Chinese here?" Ma Ya asked him.

Judging from the bones and hair of the corpses just found, most of them belonged to Westerners. In that war-torn era, China was poor and backward, not to mention scientific research and medical research, and even the weapons and equipment that depended on it were rarely independently developed and produced in China.

Wushuangnu shook his head and said: "Difficult, at that time, the Chinese were feudal and backward in thought, unless they went abroad to stay abroad and came back, just like Qian Xuesen, Deng Jiaxian's generation." ”

"How can we be underestimated by the people of Great China? Why can't we have the muskets of the Europeans?" Suddenly, a sonorous voice came from the end of the corridor on the east side.

"Who's over there?" exclaimed.

"You two dolls don't want to be prestigious, my 5,000-year-old civilization in Great China can not be compared to those Oriental dogs?" the voice shouted.

This voice is sonorous and powerful, and the way and tone of speech are different from modern people, as if this person is full of grief and indignation in his bones.

Wushuang took the gun and rushed towards the voice. He flashed a flashlight and noticed a figure standing in the room in front of him, also wearing a white coat and standing with his head held high with his hands behind his back.

"Brother, he'...... Is he a living man?" asked Ma Ya with a laugh.

"No way! You see, there is a lock on this door, who can live in a closed house without food and water for more than fifty years? unless he is an immortal!" he forgot to mention that in addition to the immortals, there might be those who practiced fairies.

Listening to the meaning of the man's words just now, he seemed to be very disdainful of Wushuang's statement. Wushuang didn't say anything, it was just that the West's level of science and technology was higher than that of China in that era.

"Seniors, honorable names?" Wushuang's tone was very polite.

"Wang Guangxue!" The man reported his name, his voice was still high, and he looked very confident.

Wang Guangxue: This name is very familiar, but for a while, I can't find the relevant information of this name in my mind. Where have you heard of it? If he breathes so much, does that mean that this man is famous?