Huang Guangyuan put these two people in Nanshi again, not sure what purpose they were for.

He really didn't know how to deal with these two people. Fortunately, he didn't go to Nanshi recently, otherwise he wouldn't have been angry to death.

......

One o'clock in the morning.

Yan Mansion.

He coaxed Ye Jiqing to bed and then sneaked into the basement.

The basement is designed in a very private manner, with two floors of insurance, down the stairs, the first ten centimeter-thick iron door.

Yan Wenchuan opened the door lock and when he closed the iron door, he took out a pack of long hair that was ready to be used at any time and clamped it between the cracks of the door.

With more than a dozen square meters of supplies, they were placed on a row of bookshelves leaning against the wall. Yan Wenchuan came close to take out a Book of Songs, and the bookshelf separated to both sides.

A portal that was 1.5 meters high and 5 meters wide was leaked. Yan Wenchuan pressed it by the wall after entering, and the bookshelf slowly closed.

The space here is very large, more than 80 square meters. In addition to dozens of boxes of Western medicine on one side, there are full of weapons and ammunition on the other side.

In addition to the flammable and explosive explosives, the equipment here is very complete, with long spears, short cannons, tens of thousands of bullets, and various cold weapons.

Yan Mansion, which seems to be two floors, is actually three floors. Yan Wenchuan came to the north side, and there was an oil painting hanging on the wall. After opening it, it was a password disk.

Didi~

After entering the password, a portal appears again behind the oil painting, and lift your foot into it. This is where Yan Wenchuan usually receives and sends telegrams, with five square meters.

Yan Wenchuan took out the secret letter and looked at the letter that was kept in full with beeswax, which was only the size of a fingernail.

Light a candle, use tweezers to pick up the secret letter and bake it slowly, melt the outer layer of grease, and can't be lit yet. This tests technology and patience.

Ten minutes.

There was no handwriting on a sheet of unfolded paper. This was again protected. Yan Wenchuan didn't know what to write, so the chance of writing should be higher. He opened the drawer and took out the iodine wine from it, soaked it with cotton and wiped it gently.

The handwriting is slowly revealed, the handwriting is very small, and you need to borrow a magnifying glass to see clearly.

In just a hundred words, Yan Wenchuan looked at it for ten minutes. The last line was the radio reception frequency. Without hesitation, the leader must be anxious to wait.

The radio station used by Yan Wenchuan was created by William for military high-power radio stations.

Didi~

Ye Jiqing got up and went downstairs quietly. He just fell asleep on purpose just now, but he didn't expect Yan Wenchuan to get up and leave.

She has been here a few times, and knew where the basement was, so she quietly came to the room next to the bathroom on the first floor, with the lights on inside.

It seems that he really went to the basement. What are he doing so late? Should he go down and take a look? If he encounters it, he will be unable to explain it clearly.

However, driven by curiosity, I walked down the stairs step by step.

Light came from the iron gate. This was her first time coming down. She was a little afraid. If Yan Wenchuan asked herself, how should she answer?

I lay at the door and listened carefully, but I didn't hear any sound. Wasn't it inside?

Gently push the iron door, and search carefully through the crack of the door, no?

He increased his strength and put his head into the door to observe it. He did not find Yan Wenchuan in a mess.

Ye Jiqing simply walked in and searched carefully in this ten-square-meter space. She was also from a wealthy family and knew that rich people like to dig secrets.

At the same time, a sound came from a room far away in Wuhan.
Chapter completed!