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Then, he turned to the glove sized piece of clothing and said: "I borrowed your pet's corpse for a use, so I had no choice but to come up with a plan. I wanted to stop Evil Spirit from opening the seal. "If the Apocalypse is activated, not only will you die as a bird, but you might not even be able to thrive under the care of your parents. You'll probably forgive me for what I did today after you know the reason." Saying that, he placed the dead crow in a plastic bag and walked to the road to take a cab back to his house.

When I returned to my room with the crow's carcass, I was startled when I opened the door. The A4 paper was scattered everywhere, with different information printed in English and Japanese. The wall of the living room was covered with double-sided glue. It seemed that the key point was that some of the words on the wall were circled by different colored brushes.

"Come, take a look at my fruitful results." Sanmei pointed at the information on the wall and said to me like a child displaying a painting.

He took a closer look at them, one by one. Every time I looked at them, I would feel a little petrified. Before I even finished reading it, I only read seven or eight sheets of A4 paper. I was already turned into a tender roasted duck by the thunder and was ready to serve on the plate.

So this General Onitsuka was really not an ordinary person in his previous life. He should actually be called Young Master Onitsuka. From a list of general that died in the second world war, Sanmei found his name, and then, he found more information from this name. When he was alive, he was in the Japanese battle submarine formation, a notorious unit under the famous Japanese navy. He was the commander of the combat transport submarines, studying submarine tactics in Germany and practicing in the German navy. He had also participated in the raid on Pearl Harbor with eight other submarines, but because the Japanese air force had performed so well and none of the American warships had escaped, he had been forced to stay in the harbor for a few days without success. During the Pacific War, he had participated in a series of attacks on warships and transport ships. He had received the Emperor's Medal of Honor and the Cherry Blossom Medal for his poise and bravery in battle. He had been sunk somewhere in the Pacific by American cruisers and antisubmarine aircraft on his way to deliver a torpedo while he was on his way to commit suicide.

It took us about two and a half hours to sort this information out. What about the rest of it? The four of us had a meeting of small democracies and decided to adopt the Brain theorem

The storm is the way to make a plan. Pulling up the writing pad, I began to write down each person's thoughts.

Lao Hei was the first to jump out and make a suggestion, "Let's go to Xinan's Kabuka Coliseum. I'm sure there are clues there." Initially, I did not want to write this down, but Sanmei said that during the brainstorming stage where opinions are being expressed, all opinions must be recorded and can only be crossed out during the discussion period.

Then there was Manager Qian. He suggested returning to the small villa where the vampires held a banquet and capture a live interrogation.

Sanmei suggested that they attack the data center of the Thousand Bells Tower, tear down the server's hard drive and take it away. Then, they should go to her residence in the United States to analyze its contents.

My suggestion is if I can think of a way to look up the data on the history of World War II in Japan. If I can't hack it into the internet, like Sanmei suggested, I'll steal the hard disk.

After all four expressed their views, they entered the stage of democracy speech, excluding unreasonable planning. Lao Hei's opinion was naturally dismissed, and he rolled his eyes in anger without saying a word.

Manager Qian's opinion was retained, and Sanmei's opinion was crossed out. We all felt that it was too bold. He had just made a ruckus a few days ago, and was even taking advantage when the opposing army's elites were tricked by Sanmei's fake email to leave Japan. This time, it would definitely not be as easy to escape.

My opinion was also excluded. Sanmei's reason was that there were a lot of information before the second world war, but it was only a small part of it that was recorded on the computer.

However, Sanmei then proposed an improvement plan based on her Fourth Plan. It was to go to the Japanese Second World War Museum – Zhaohe Hall's warehouse to see if she could find anything useful.

Therefore, we decided to split our forces into two sides, the Manager Qian and Lao Hei, the two super fighters, to deal with the lone vampire in the villa last time. Lao Hei had Unparalleled Saber with him, while Manager Qian had Ghost Slash with him. Adding the close combat weapon MP5 and the silver bullet, there shouldn't be any problems. If he were to take a step back, it would be more than enough to flee.

Sanmei and I will go to Zhaohe Hall together. Of course, those people won't let us swagger into the warehouse to search for anything we want, so we brought along a tranquilizer bomb and a cell phone that interferes with surveillance.

Before I set out, I divided the crow's bones and feathers into four parts, put each in a few small bags, and soaked the raven's shriveled eyes in two bottles of pure water.

After adding two portions of money, the taxi driver quickly drove to the right location, and when he got off the car, he looked at Sanmei and me with a vigilant gaze. Since the Zhaohe Pavilion was located right next to the Yasukuni Shrine, the driver was worried that I, a Chinese, might be here to cause trouble.

Sanmei and I went to Zhaohe Hall according to the directions, pretending to be normal tourists. Through pictures, material and video material, the library mainly describes how the militarist government of that year forced recruitment, censored mail and publications, encouraged its citizens to monitor each other in order to strengthen control. Photographs on the first floor, physical and video screening on the second. On the ground floor, I took a quick glance at the photos, mostly of the food shortages during the war, and some of the children evacuated to the countryside after the bombing of Tokyo.

To my surprise, even though I had been evacuated to the countryside during the war, I still saw pictures of Japanese children in class. And the pictures show that the best buildings in the countryside are first to be used as classrooms. And then linked to domestic less than 2.8% of the education funds, do not know why a little blush. Many people seek refuge in schools in Japan if they encounter a natural disaster, but it is ironic that a building with a national emblem would be the first choice in the country.

Upon entering, Sanmei glanced at the floor diagram and told me that the warehouse is on the first floor. Hiding in the bathroom, I knocked out the museum worker who had come down to release the water. I removed the security card from his chest and hid him in a cubicle. After locking the door from the inside, I jumped out to make sure he wasn't found for a few hours, which was enough time for us to do something.

Using the stolen door card to unlock the electronic lock, Sanmei and I quietly arrived at the staircase. After taking two steps toward the basement level, she felt the temperature drop by several degrees. It didn't feel like summer at all. It was so cold that she wanted to find a coat to wear.

He walked through the dark stairs and reached the first underground floor, where there were all sorts of useless things sealed away. Therefore, there was no one watching them. Both sides of the long corridor were filled with large rooms. It seemed that the floor area of the Zhaohe Pavilion was much larger than the floor area, and by the dim light of the low-power light bulb in the corridor, we began to look at the signs on each door one by one.

Although I couldn't recognize all the words on the door plate, the characters in Japanese helped me a lot. Finally, on the door of the third room to the right of the corridor, I saw the words "Naval Cordon." I pried the door open and we went inside.

The dust on the ground told me that people didn't pay much attention here. The room was hundreds of square feet, filled with six iron shelves that reached almost to the roof, and on the shelves were numbered cardboard boxes. There was thick dust everywhere, and in the middle of the room were some aluminum ladders for cardboard boxes from the upper shelves.

"How?" Sanmei asked as she looked at the shelves, which had more shelves than the library, and the cardboard boxes on top that were next to each other.

"Just blindly search. It doesn't matter what we find," I said as I rubbed my bare forearm a few times. At the same time, I wondered if the basement was ridiculously cold.

The two of them each moved a ladder, with a row of load bearing columns in the middle of the warehouse as the dividing line, each person was responsible for one side. Although I didn't understand Japanese, I could recognize that it was Onitsuka who wrote the Chinese character. Thus, I searched around randomly in different cardboard boxes. He cut the tape on the carton with his knife. Inside each carton was a stack of file bags, and when he opened them, there was everything inside. The logbooks, photos, charts, of course, the most common things were the yellowed documents, but unlike China, their documents were written vertically. It had the signature and seal of the Admiralty printed on it. It might have been a letter of appointment or a letter of acknowledgment, but I didn't know what it meant in Japanese.

Just as he was looking for it, a cardboard box fell from the top layer. I was squatting on the floor, looking down at the contents of the portfolio. The back of my head was smacked so hard that my face was smashed into the cardboard box in front of me. Looking up, I thought it was strange that such a large square box, placed on a flat iron plate as flat as a mirror, would not fall without external force. Did I shake it off too hard from the bottom of the cardboard box, or was it just a minor earthquake?

Just as I was thinking about that, Sanmei suddenly called out to me from afar: "A pile of mud, come over here."

Immediately I dropped what I was holding, drew my gun, and ran over. However, Sanmei was squatting on the ground alone, with an opened cardboard box in front of him as well, and was continuously winking at me. This was not a common occurrence for Beautiful Eyes who could be used as a weapon. "What's going on?" I took the gun and swept it up and down to make sure no one was there.

"I've got dust in my eyes. I've just climbed the ladder and I don't even know which box I'm going to carry down before a gust of wind blows it into my eyes. I hate it," she said, trying to rub her eyes with her hands, afraid that there would be more dust on them.