On the gravel-covered mountain roads, there have always been few vehicles, but today there are four or five "traffic" brand green trucks lined up, the dark green cloth will cover all the goods on the car, the huge wheels are crushing the gravel, the body stumbles down the mountain due to the weight, and a few old men on the slope not far away are looking at these brand-new goods that are not even in the county town, looking at each other at the same time, they can't help but smack their tongues, thanks to some of them have been in Shanghai, recognize these "rare things", but compared to this, What made them even more puzzled was what was in the deep mountains where their ancestors had been cultivating and logging for generations with so many trucks dispatched?

From gravel to uneven, the road finally came to a fork in the road, like a thorny barbed wire and a yellow-spotted copper gate eroded by time, blocking the road on the left, and on the side of the copper gate, there was a brand new "landslide, no traffic" danger warning sign.

"Is it really worthy of an ancient oriental country with a long history of 5,000 years, but it wants to reproduce such a great era?"

It's not uncommon to meet people in the barren mountains that have been cultivated for generations, but compared to the trendy overalls and plaid shirts, this person's outfit is particularly eye-catching.

It was clearly a man, wearing a light gray striped suit with a fancy white shirt embroidered with gold trim and a scarlet tie on the outside, and a plain black bowler hat brim that obscured his eyes, revealing only half of his bearded face.

Even if this kind of clothing is worn by the supermodel of the century, it will look out of place because of the conflict of color matching, but wearing it on him does not make people feel any sense of disobedience, as if it is not a problem of color and clothing matching, but a strange feeling - this clothing is tailor-made for him, and it is difficult for anyone to wear him except him.

He stretched out his right hand, gently pressed on the rusty yellow spot copper door, and then slowly exerted force, his range of movement was very slow and slow, such a force could not even push down a scarecrow inserted in the seedlings, but the copper door was concave inside, making a creaky sound that was almost broken, as the man's body gradually leaned forward, the iron lock hanging on the door finally made an overwhelming "pop" sound, it was squeezed and deformed by the force exerted by the man on the copper door, and finally broke into two, the yellowed chain slipped to the ground like a spiritual snake, and the man gently pushed the door, The two doors, stripped of their chains and iron locks, opened from them, and he patted his rusty palm, walked in with a brisk step, and did not forget to turn around and close the door.

The red brick houses in the shape of a courtyard house greeted you, and the man wiped the dust from one of the doors and windows as he passed by, although there was no research on this, but judging by the amount of dust attached to it, the dwelling was uninhabited for at least half a year.

Although it is not difficult for him to break down the door to check this kind of thing, it seems that there is obviously no need for that now, no country or organization will be so "intimate" to put the information in the dusty office room and ignore it, and from the rusty iron chain on the door, it can be seen that this unknown research institute has no value, and the truck personnel who came to transport the materials did not even bother to change the chains, let alone leave people to garrison, but only symbolically left a landslide warning sign, It seems that it is just an ordinary old building with no purpose, and the old buildings are like this, which will be slowly forgotten in the erosion of time, and even everything that carries it will eventually disappear.

"It's sad."

Through the glass, the man said softly, he didn't have any intention of entering the house to "explore the treasure", he didn't want to find those so-called documents in the first place.

He continued along the red brick house, and after passing the red brick house, the abandoned research institute did not become as empty as he thought, but became more and more cramped, except for the surrounding wall, and further on the air raid shelter.

This obviously does not conform to normal logic, even if it is an ultra-miniature research institute, the equipment, personnel, and facilities required are more than this scale, not to mention that if only a row of red brick houses can bear all the needs, why send seven or eight "traffic" brand trucks to transport materials and materials, and how many tons of carrying capacity of a "traffic" brand truck? Although I am not sure, there should be five or six tons, which means that the truck has pulled at least about twenty tons of supplies and documents, which is a staggering number enough to fill three rows of red brick houses!

The man pondered for a moment, then swept his gaze to the surrounding wall, then lowered his head.

On the dusty cement floor, there are huge wheel prints scattered horizontally, this is nothing strange, if there is no wheel print, he will feel strange, but the strange thing is that this way, although there are a lot of wheel prints on the ground, there are no traces of footprints except for himself, which is obviously abnormal, the only explanation is that they did not get off the car at all. Is this so-called red brick house just a façade of this institute? So where is it really located?

He looked at the axle prints on the ground that were crisscrossed by dust, and the traces of the car prints were not confined to the front of the red brick house, but continued to stretch ahead, and the only building in front of him was the air-raid shelter.

A dark, damp atmosphere permeated the man, and he took off his hat and walked through the war-ready bomb shelter, which was probably about ten years old, with a flashlight on his head, and the data that had been judged by the naked eye kept coming to his mind. From the beginning of stepping into the air-raid shelter to here, the length of the hole is about two hundred meters, the entire air-raid shelter building has two sets of rooms, connected by a ten-meter passage, there are twenty-one large and small rooms, but all of them are empty, combined with the wheel prints just seen, it is not difficult to guess that the important materials stored in it have been transported, but this does not verify the conclusion he wants to draw on this trip, even if this air-raid shelter is the core of this research, there are countless research institutes around the world that use this as a template, He could be sure that the project it was working on was classified at a high level, but it also didn't mean that it was studying exactly what the man had in mind, and there was nothing to support his suspicions.

The man shook his head with a wry smile, looking at the slogan on the wall of "digging deep holes, accumulating grain, not hegemony", now in retrospect, maybe he was really crazy, actually because of a little obsession in his heart to believe that it would be in China, and even did not hesitate to cross half the world to come here, but as a result, he slammed his fist against the wall in annoyance, and then froze.

The clearly discernible buzzing sound was like a heavy hammer slamming into his heart, his expression was first stunned, then ecstatic, and finally he didn't even bother to take off the expensive suit, he directly picked up his sleeve and raised his fist violently and smashed it into the wall one after another, if it was an ordinary person doing this, it would be bloody and the palm of the hand would be scrapped within ten strokes, but the man's palm was still the same, and his expression seemed to be hammering not the wall, but flour.

A terrifying tremor resounded throughout the air-raid shelter, as the man's beating frequency continued to increase, the cracks on the wall spread more and more, the man stopped moving, took off his dusty blazer and threw it aside, he took a deep breath, slowly moved his right arm, took a few steps back, stepped forward, and punched the cracked wall.

The heavy force blasted open the wall at the same time, large and small stones fell one after another, but fortunately, the man retreated in time to avoid being hit by the rocks. He stared at the dusty front with irrepressible excitement and madness in his eyes, and if it weren't for the temporary obstruction of his vision that made it difficult for him to judge what was going on, he couldn't wait to rush in and find out.

After a short period of dozens of seconds, the dust that filled the air gradually fell, and the crack in the wall that caught his eye could only be seen in pitch black even under the illumination of the flashlight, and he couldn't see the inside clearly, the man bent down and picked up a piece of gravel and threw it into the crack, the sound of the stone touching the ground disappeared, and the man crumpled the suit that had been stained with dust and debris on the side and threw it into the crack, after realizing that there was still no other movement, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and after drawing a cross on his chest, he no longer hesitated, Striding into the rift.

One, two, three...... Seven hundred and ninety-nine ......

After meditating on seven hundred and ninety-nine, the man stopped, which meant that he had walked nearly four hundred meters in the space behind the wall so far, which was equivalent to twice the length of the bomb shelter, but he still failed to touch the boundary of this space, he turned to look behind him, he could no longer see the rift when he first entered, the light of the flashlight on his head faintly seemed to be engulfed by this boundless darkness, and the coldness that gradually spread on his body reminded him that this space was far larger than he imagined.

"Hopefully my luck won't be unsuitable."

The man shrugged his shoulders, took off his headlight and threw it into the air, the ribbon-shaped flashlight spun in circles in the air, and then fell to the ground, a faint beam of light shining on his right.

Bet.

One, two, three...... Five hundred and ninety-six.

The voice of silent thought in his heart stopped abruptly, he stepped back sharply and quickly lifted his clothes, two military daggers were pulled out of his waist by him, such an exquisite Sven dress could not hide his true nature at this moment, his whole person was like a beast waiting for an opportunity, his body was tense and staring at the unknown object that was dark green under the illumination of the flashlight on his head, after a long time, he cautiously stepped forward, tentatively knocked with the dagger, after confirming that it was just a cloth, he couldn't help but be a little happy while breathing a sigh of relief, It seems that my luck is not bad.

The man grabbed the corner of the bib, tugged tentatively, and after feeling no obvious resistance, he jerked the bib off, raised his headlight, and leaned in.

The thing behind the cloth revealed his true face, and his expression changed from initial excitement to doubt, and as his gaze changed from looking down to level and then to finally looking up, his expression was only stunned and frightened, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, as if he could not believe what his eyes were seeing.

"Miracles...... Such a miracle...... Does it really exist? You...... You guys, you really exist! ”

He stepped back in a trembling tone, and then knelt respectfully on the ground, like a devout believer who had come from far and wide to Jerusalem, his holy place.