"Survival rate, cycle, insects, control, riot, death... what are they doing?" Uncle Long frowned.
"Could it be that...the Japanese are using bloodthirsty black insects for experiments?" Chen Tao guessed: "On TV, there are often some Japanese bacterial troops engaged in biological and chemical weapons. Is this also one of their secret bases?"
"I said young man, are you serious?" Boss Zhang looked at Chen Tao and asked.
"Of course I'm serious!" Chen Tao retorted: "Isn't it written about insects in it?"
"But that's not necessarily a bloodthirsty black insect? What if it's just a personal name? Have you heard of Osamu Tezuka?" Boss Zhang asked.
"I really didn't realize it. Do you still know him?" Chen Tao joked.
"I saw him in magazines when I had nothing to do." Boss Zhang said seriously.
"Uh..." Chen Tao was speechless.
"What Boss Zhang said makes sense. There are indeed many Japanese names with the word "worm" in them. But from the analysis of the information brought by these words, they are indeed studying something. It's just... .." Uncle Long paused and said, "These few words alone cannot explain all of this."
"Perhaps, this kid really got it right this time." Yan patted the dust on his hands, raised his head and said to Boss Zhang, "These pictures should have been accidentally left here when they evacuated. All of them The information and data were all moved away. Obviously these were confidential documents. Although I don't know why they retreated in a hurry, leaving such an empty shell of a military factory and these gadgets... .”
Yan kicked the vines on the ground a few times and said: "These things are not normal creatures at all. Have you noticed that although these vines are everywhere, they do not grow from one direction. Some of them grow directly from the wall. And it came out of cracks in the ground!"
"This is the first time I've seen this kind of thing in so many years. The stench is like a corpse, it's really evil!" said the mountain ghost.
"Since there is nothing to find here, let's go out. There are several rooms over there, see if you can find anything else." Seeing that there was no need to stay any longer, Uncle Long held the flashlight and walked out of the room. Everyone followed.
After exiting the conference room and walking about seven or eight meters along the corridor, a rusty iron door appeared on the left wall. A few meters ahead, with the help of a flashlight, you can see two opposite iron doors on the right wall. Reaching out to pull off the thin vines attached to the door and window, Chen Tao held up his flashlight and shined it into the small door on the left.
The space inside is very large, and it looks like a dormitory. Chen Tao tried to push it, but the door was not locked, and it only opened a palm-long gap. The door handle was entangled with several thick vines, and it was stretched straight at the moment.
Bearing the stench, Chen Tao used a folding shovel to cut off the thick vines that were blocking the way. He raised his hand and exerted a lot of force. He heard a creaking sound. The iron door suddenly opened wide and hit the wall inside with a loud clang. . The sound of the collision lingered in the empty and dark corridor for a long time, like the low roar of a ghost in the darkness.
Pushing aside a few thin vines hanging from his head, Chen Tao stepped into the door. Inside is a dilapidated dormitory building with two rows of simple single beds on the ground. There are a lot of them. The walls on all sides are covered with patches and tiny vine branches. The wall covering has peeled off, and some vines have come out of the cracks in the wall, dragging their long legs on the ground.
There are two doors at the front and back of the house. The other door is closed at the other end. Now that you're already in, there's no need to waste your efforts opening another door.
In addition to the single beds on both sides, there are two large iron stoves in the middle of the room, with long exhaust pipes inserted directly into the top of the cement wall above. This underground factory should have a hidden exhaust outlet, otherwise the carbon monoxide produced by the iron furnace burning indoors would be enough to kill everyone in the house.
There were two rows of wooden gun racks on the wall next to the two doors, with nothing on them. The wood was rotten and covered with black mold and tiny insect holes. Chen Tao knocked on the wooden frame with a shovel, and sawdust fell all over the floor.
The wood was supposed to be strong, and although it looked like it would fall apart at the slightest touch, the fact that it had survived so many years despite being damp and insect-eaten showed its high quality.
Chen Tao thought of the two large bookcases just now. There were no insect holes on them, and the signs of decay were not obvious. The wood used must not be ordinary. With this thought in mind, he shook the empty wooden frame in front of him. He couldn't tell what kind of wood it was, so he ignored it.
There is also a row of wooden shelves nailed to the wall inside the bed, which should be used to store daily necessities. Most of them are empty, and some still have bottles, jars, towels and the like thrown on them.
Chen Tao planned to take a look at those jars. Crossing the single bed, he walked to a wooden shelf with small jars holding a flashlight, raised his hand and took one down.
The can is made of iron and must have been leftover after eating some kind of can. The iron sheet was badly rusted and there was no cover on it. Chen Tao looked inside with a flashlight, but found nothing.
Enduring the unpleasant damp smell, Chen Tao used a shovel to open up the dark, moldy bed in front of him. The cotton inside was moldy and rotten, the quilt and mattress were stuck together, and gray-black woodlice were burrowing inside.
Several other people were also rummaging around in the dormitory. Even the two iron stoves were opened and inspected. It seemed that nothing valuable was found. Chen Tao looked at Uncle Long, who looked at him and shook his head.
"Let's go and look at the one opposite."
Several people walked out of the iron door of the dormitory one after another and came to the two half-open doors. These two doors seemed to have had decorative patterns, but they were no longer visible. The vines came out from the crack in the door, and there seemed to be thicker and longer branches inside.
Pushing the door open, Chen Tao was almost knocked over by a large table at his feet. Looking up, there were rickety tables, chairs and benches everywhere.
"This... is a canteen, right?" Chen Tao moved a wooden bench that was blocking him and said.
"The Japanese canteen? Interesting." Haozi shined his flashlight around and walked in front of Chen Tao.
"Hey, be careful!" Chen Tao shouted at him.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Take care of yourself. How many times have you mixed it? Have you eaten bean buns today?"
(Eating bean buns is a local saying in my hometown. It is used to describe a person who knocks and falls over again and again in a short period of time.)
Chen Tao curled his lips and ignored him. He held up his flashlight and took a look at the space inside the cafeteria.
Judging from the size of this canteen, there were at least hundreds of Japanese people here. The total number of single beds in the two rows of the dormitory just now is fifty, which means that the rooms in the back may also be dormitories.
There were also several deformed iron lunch boxes thrown on the ground, which had been crushed by someone, and there were also glass bottles tossed in some corners of the wall.
The walls of the bottle have turned black, and the inside is covered with black dirt and dust. Chen Tao kicked it with his foot, and the bottle rolled to the side, with a lot of dirty liquid flowing out.
"These little devils live a comfortable life, and they even drink!" Shangui said, looking at the bottles.
"Wine is a good thing. There is no country in the world where people don't drink!" Uncle Long said. He is a wine lover and naturally has a special affection for wine.
"It's just these grandsons who eat people and have nothing to do with others!" the mountain ghost spat.
No one spoke. The various evil deeds committed by the Japanese invaders in China are too numerous to describe. These are all bloody facts. No Chinese with conscience and reason will forget these things.
Beyond these messy tables and chairs, there is a partition wall in front, with two independent small rooms inside, a small square wooden table, and a few broken bowls and plates thrown on the floor.
A large hole opened in the ground of another small private room, and several vine branches as thick as thighs came out of it.
Chen Tao tried to shine a flashlight into the depths of the crack. It was pitch black inside and he couldn't see clearly. The roots of this vine seem to be very deep, and I don't know where it grows.
"These two small private rooms should have been used by the officers and people with special status in the group at that time." Uncle Long looked around and said.
"Now I'm starting to wonder, when was this factory built? How long did the Japanese stay here? What on earth were they doing here? Judging from the furnishings of these houses, they didn't even spend a lot of time here. It's as simple as one or two years." Yan said seriously.
"We can only discover it slowly. So far, we have found nothing except those few vague handwritings." Uncle Long said.
After leaving the small private room, there is an isolated door frame ahead. There are still two rotten nails left on the left and right corners of the door frame. There should have been something like a door curtain hanging on it, but it's gone now.
Behind the door frame is the kitchen. There is a large water tank against the wall, and two smaller ones next to it. The water tank was empty, and a few vines hung down from above and fell into it.
Chen Tao opened the lid of a small jar, and a pungent rotten smell instantly surged up.
"Nima! What the hell is this!"
