Chapter 218

A Cadillac stopped at the door of the bookstore. It's still early in the morning, so the bustling South Street in the daytime is still very cold.

From the car down a woman, wearing a lily skirt, black stockings, plus her fine skin and young face that can be blown and broken, perfectly deduce what is called the harmonious unity of youth and sexy.

Licking her lips, the woman did not rush in, but looked at the memorial archways on both sides of the bookstore. On the one hand, she was "listening to others in vain" and on the other hand, she was "listening to others as they are".

I'll just talk about the hearsay stories, and you can listen to them. Don't be serious and don't take them to heart.

The smell of salty fish is coming.

If it's a kind of Wang houjiangxiang level, hanging this at the door of your home after retirement will give you a sense of returning to nature after all the vicissitudes of the world;

but women know that the owner of this bookstore has a kind of saltfish temperament, which is hard to hear, but it's a bit of a lack of progress, and what I think all day is to muddle along.

It's the same as ordinary people who see a $100 picture on the ground pretending that they can't see it or not will be regarded as a typical example of puffing up their faces and being fat. If Bill Gates doesn't pick it up, he can often derive a lot of profound moral reasons.

When you walk to the door of the store, the door is locked. For a bookstore that normally only opens at midnight, it is unusual to lock the door at this time.

Women's fingers move slightly,

"click..."

The lock inside opened by itself,

pushed the door open,

walked in.

The woman closed her eyes with a look of great enjoyment.

You should know,

at this time, many places in the study are frosted, especially near the ground, and there is white air around, just like the white air around the edge of the ice stick in summer, which is not the effect of dry ice.

At first, it was comfortable, but slowly, even women were a little unbearable. He looked at a man and a woman who were motionless on the sofa seat, and he chose to go out.

Then he took out his cell phone and called a number.

Soon,

the old man in the cotton army overcoat came down from the upstairs, shivering and snorting. Especially when passing by his boss, he clearly felt that the pimple under him had been frozen into a hard walnut.

Lao Dao didn't dare to delay. He ran out of the shop and took off his army coat.

Summer night is also with sultry, and now the old way is very enjoy this sultry, I wish I could reheat a little.

Looking left and right, the old man saw the Cadillac, then came close to it, and saw the woman leaning against the door with her mobile phone.

The woman is very young and may be a little older than the white warbler in the study.

"Oh, here you are!"

Lao Dao's face was immediately flattered, and of course, the joy of seeing his old friend again.

It's not someone else. It's Tang poetry.

Tang Shi looked at the old way with his nose frozen red. He smiled and said:

"someone saw your boss in the dream, so he asked me to have a look. It seems that the problem is quite serious."

"Well, what about the boss?" Lao Dao asked.

Tang poetry sighed, reached out to point to own eye, then silence.

The old Taoist also sighed, didn't ask any more, then he looked at the library behind him, and said, "do you want me to wake him up?"

"It's no use waking up. It's not so simple. Maybe there will be some trouble. First, tell me what's going on. When he came out, he didn't make it clear to me. Just let me have a look."

"OK, let's go in for a cup of tea..."

Lao Dao said and looked at the "ice and snow" theme Bookstore behind him,

then shook his head and said:

"well, let's talk on the horse's back."

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At daybreak, there was a roar of machinery behind the police station. A new batch of land was used to transform it into an underground parking lot. Because of the rush time, the construction team started construction in the morning.

Zhang Yanfeng just woke up, yawning, usually busy with work, sleeping in the office is actually a kind of commonplace.

After coming back from the bookstore last night, he sat in the office smoking one cigarette after another, and then unconsciously fell asleep on the table.

He had a dream,

that he and Zhou Ze were sitting face to face on the park bench. He had forgotten what they were talking about. He only remembered that he saw a rusty chain on his leg and Zhou Ze's leg.

After waking up, the first thing is to wash, brush his teeth, wash his face. Zhang Yanfeng feels that his mind is finally clear.

Just took the toiletries and prepared to go back to the office to start today's work, two young policemen came face-to-face. They were discussing what they were talking about in the heat, and they collided with Zhang Yanfeng at the corner."What are you talking about? That's the investment. "

Zhang Yanfeng is not angry. A divorced middle-aged man who is used to sleeping in the office can't have any airs.

"Team Zhang, I'm sorry. We're talking about the things dug up by the construction team just behind us, such as memorial tablets and some pottery." A young policeman replied.

"What?"

Zhang Yanfeng immediately shoved his things into the young police nearby, then rushed down the office building and ran to the construction area behind him.

He didn't expect Zhou Ze's speed to be so fast. Last night, he told him about the construction team. This morning, he could arrange for people to dig deeper.

Officer Zhang misunderstood boss Zhou. Soon after he left, boss Zhou had gone to sleep. He didn't have time to give the order to Lao Dao or Xu Qinglang to arrange it.

Even if we make arrangements, we can't get results so quickly. Even the simplest and rude threats can't be so fast.

It can only be said that it is a coincidence,

it is to build an underground parking lot. The depth of the excavation needed to be down is quite large, and it just covers the right position and digs out some things.

When Zhang Yanfeng ran to this side of the construction site, he found that there were many policemen watching. Fortunately, within the police station, the melon eaters could not enter, so the scene was very stable.

In fact, it's no wonder that everyone is so busy. It's not a new thing to dig anything out of construction all over the country.

A while ago, Chengdu renovated a gymnasium, only to find that there was an ancient tomb under the lawn, and then to think that the gymnasium was often used for concerts, which is the real meaning of "Tomb jumping".

But Tongcheng is not Chengdu. Although it has the reputation of "the first city in modern China", you can't compare the underground things with those in Chengdu or Xi'an. This bustle is really new for Tongcheng people.

"What have you dug out?"

Zhang asked a policeman next to him.

"All the digs have been collected here." This is the police officer of another department. He points to the thing on the white cloth beside him. "It's all bits and pieces of gadgets, and I see that there's no antique look, it's a bit like modern things.

But to be on the safe side, I've asked them to suspend the construction first. I just called the bureau leader to report. The bureau leader said to communicate with the comrades of the cultural relics bureau first to have a look. "

There are many capable people in the police station. The one who was assisting in the investigation of an antique smuggling case not long ago also has insight.

Zhang Yanfeng looked at the things on the white cloth, and found that most of them were made of ceramics. They looked like small animals, and there were also some memorial tablets, but they didn't seem to be for human use. They were very small and mini.

"Tut Tut, the object of the Republic of China, which was liked by the little devil. Many Japanese used to buy toys for their children."

Zhang Yanfeng looks up and sees the old Taoist priest squatting in the opposite direction. There is still a young girl standing beside the Taoist priest. She is very angry.

Zhang Yanfeng knows Lao Dao. Now he nods to Lao Dao. He mistakenly thinks that Lao Dao is sent by Zhou Ze.

"What does it say?"

Zhang Yanfeng pointed to the Japanese on the memorial tablet.

The old way is stuck. He knows a lot, but when he comes across something professional, he doesn't know anything about it.

However, the Tang poetry nearby squatted down and reached out to touch those memorial tablets.

A policeman next to her subconsciously wanted to stop her, but Zhang Yanfeng persuaded her to quit.

"For sacrifice, for small animals." Tang Shi said, "there are words on the cloth, which means to sacrifice these small animals for the great Japanese Empire, hoping that they can bathe in the glorious clouds of the great God."

Lao Dao glanced at the Tang poetry by accident. "Do you know Japanese?"

And it's not only to know Japanese, but also to know Japanese culture.

Tang poetry ignored Lao Dao's doubts, clapped her hands and stood up again.

Zhang Yanfeng thought of what Zhou Ze said to himself last night. He said that it is likely to be a concentration camp below. Anyone who is a little familiar with the history of World War II should know what the meaning of the concentration camp is.

So he immediately said to Tang Poetry:

"these are all small animals that the Japanese used to sacrifice in the experiment, right?"

Tang poetry nodded.

"If we continue to dig, will we find the memorial tablet and the urn?"

During the war of aggression against China, it was well known that the Japanese army had carried out human bacterial experiments in China. Zhang Yanfeng now asks, and he is also preparing for the following work. These things must be handled properly. After all, they are suffering people and compatriots.

Tang Shi shook his head. "There won't be any."

"Why?" Asked Zhang Yanfeng."When the site of 731 was sorted out, it was found that Japanese places and facilities for the sacrifice of small and medium-sized animals in the laboratory were set up, but those who died in the laboratory were used as living specimens, let alone the memorial tablets or tables for the sacrifice, and even the ashes were not preserved."

"Why?" Lao Dao asked.

"Because in the eyes of the Japanese, the Chinese at that time were inferior to the animals."