"Xiao Ding, what is said here?"

Hu Bayi asked eagerly.

"The story is a bit long and also very strange and bizarre."

"It's okay. Speak slowly."

The fireplace was lit, and several people sat in front of the fireplace, listening to Ding Sitian's talk.

"Decades ago, a Japanese squadron disappeared mysteriously in the Mobei area. This attracted the attention of their senior officials, so they sent people to search everywhere, and finally focused on Baiyan Cave."

"Then the Japanese dug a cave underground and there were many ancient corpses inside."

"Ancient corpse?"

Everyone except Wang Ye looked at Ding Sitian in confusion.

"Yes."

Ding Sitian nodded slightly and continued to translate.

"One of the female corpses with a mask on her face was identified by the accompanying experts in the Kwantung Army and determined to be a witch from the Xianbei tribe in the Han Dynasty."

"Later, the Japanese established this research institute here, and they also bred golden scale crickets and some rare plants, and used dragon energy to conduct biochemical experiments."

"But not long after the institute was built, it suddenly started to be haunted, which made people panic. The Japanese had no choice but to hire an onmyoji. They sealed all the rooms according to the onmyoji's method and burned all the ancient corpses.

Drop."

"But later, a few bandits from the Northeast brought a newly unearthed copper box, and the entire institute's sirens blared that night..."

Ding Sitian stopped abruptly when she said this, and she couldn't understand the rest of it, but she said an important piece of information, that is, Karev, the zombie on the chair, prepared to escape from here before he died.

There are many things, including the map of the institute, but there is no written location of the map in the diary.

"The notebook says very clearly that Karev has been imprisoned from beginning to end. He rarely leaves here. If I were him, I would definitely hide the map in the room."

Wang Ye touched his chin and said.

"And it is an extremely obscure place, avoiding the searches of the Kwantung Army."

His eyes are clear and as deep as the stars, exuding an incomparable confidence.

"Let's look for it separately."

As soon as he finished speaking, others started to move, and others also took action.

This room has two rooms, an outer room and an inner room, but it is only so big after all.

Wang also went straight to the bookshelf, the first thing he thought of was here.

But I searched back and forth several times, and found no trace of the map except for the bottles of red wine that were put away as trophies.

Frowning, he closed his eyes and recalled it carefully.

The layout, decoration, objects, and all possible hiding places of the room flashed through his mind one by one like a movie lens.

Suddenly, Wang Ye opened his eyes suddenly, glanced at the fireplace on the wall like a torch, stepped forward and struggled to open it.

The flashlight was fired in, and the light illuminated the hole in the wall. Wang Ye could see at a glance that there was a bag placed at the deepest part of the fireplace. It was in the style of an old-fashioned carrying bag used by Russians.

"Come over here, I should have found it."

Everyone else came over after hearing the news and looked at the bag expectantly.

This bag was hidden so deeply that it was most likely used by the Russians to place maps.

Hu Bayi turned on the flashlight, and Wang Ye quickly untied the rope. There seemed to be a lot of things in the carrying bag, which was quite heavy in his hand.

Opening the bag, several people slowly looked at the contents.

Soon a large number of objects appeared on the ground, scattered like a small mountain.

In addition to lunch boxes and kettles, there are also a lot of banknotes, but there are also more matches, candles, fire sickles, daggers, and several small bottles.

It is densely written with unrecognizable words, which are similar to those carved on the iron wall of the crematorium before. They are also in German.

"Old Wang, be careful, it's not poison or anything."

When Wang Ye picked up one and was about to open it, Hu Bayi was startled by this move and quickly reminded him.

"I know."

Wang Ye nodded.

What is in this bottle should be the medicine that the Russian guy prepared for himself.

After all, Baiyan Cave is located in the Mobei Wasteland. Even if he can successfully escape from this underground research institute, surviving alone in the wasteland is not an easy task.

As a doctor and an expert in bacteriology, he naturally knows these things very well.

Gently unscrew the cap.

Sure enough, there were dozens of pills inside. Because it had been so long, they had formed into a ball and could not be seen as they were, but there was an indescribable smell.

The other three bottles are about the same. No matter what they are used for, they are all out of use for the time being.

Wang Ye sighed and turned to look at other objects.

I quickly found a few Japanese engineer flashlights, and luckily they were still usable.

"And canned food."

While Lao Hu was playing with the flashlight, Ding Sitian suddenly picked up a few iron boxes, with the words fish, meat, and canned on them.

Use the dagger to pry open a box. The canned fish has rotted and gives off a pungent smell, but the remaining boxes contain dehydrated dried meat and biscuits, which are still edible.

After a quick look, I saw about seven or eight boxes, enough for several people to eat for a day.

Coupled with the red wine he took from the bookshelf, even without a map, there is no need to worry about food and water for the time being.

Then I felt much more relaxed, and I found salt and sugar cubes among the pile of scattered objects.

Lao Hu always puts useful things back into the carrying bag.

Wang Ye's eyes suddenly lit up.

He found a pistol.

It was wrapped thinly with a layer of oilcloth. Perhaps because the air in this place maintained a nearly constant temperature, the pistol was extremely well preserved.

There is no rust at all, and the magazine is full.

I stepped back and took a look, and there were eight bullets.

There are about dozens of rounds in the box next to it.

"Southern Fourteen Styles?"

Lao Hu's eyes shone and he recognized the model of the pistol at once.

His favorite place to visit since he was a child is the military museum, which contains a large number of firearms from the war years, most of which were seized from the battlefield.

Seeing that the others were confused and didn't understand the name, he rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "It's the tortoise box."

That’s right.

Wang Ye was suddenly enlightened. No wonder it felt indescribably familiar when he held it in his hand.

Isn’t it the most common in anti-Japanese dramas?

But in his two lifetimes, he had never played with a gun. Seeing that Lao Hu and Fatty were extremely excited, he threw them over and said, "Here, can you shoot?"

"Of course, I've never played with something so new. It looks like it just left the factory."

Lao Hu felt as if he had found a treasure, and he looked cautiously, like a child who had just got a new toy, for fear of breaking it.

"That's fine. If you have a gun to defend yourself, it will be safer if you encounter a golden-scaled cockroach next time."

Wang Ye nodded.

"This thing is pretty powerful, but it's easy to jam and misfire, but it's enough for current use."

Lao Hu pushed and pulled several times, took aim and tried to shoot.

He said no, but his heart was filled with joy.

When I joined the team in Xing'anling before, there were only two shotguns in the production team. They were the most old-fashioned duck steaks, which are filled gunpowder guns. If you are not careful, the chamber will explode and someone will lose half his life.

But Lao Hu still gave the gun to Fatty.

Although both of them grew up in a compound, compared to their marksmanship, Fatty is better.

"This seems to be a map of the institute."

Just as Lao Hu handed the pistol to the fat man, Ding Sitian suddenly bent down and pulled out a blueprint from the bottom of the pile.
Chapter completed!