Chapter 214

A Cadillac stopped at the door of the bookstore. It's still early morning, so the bustling South Street during the day is still very deserted.

A woman came down from the car, wearing a lily skirt, black silk stockings, plus her delicate skin and young face, which can be broken by blowing bullets, perfectly interpreted the harmonious unity of youth and sexuality.

Licking her lips, the woman didn't rush in, but looked at the memorial archways on both sides of the bookstore, with "listen to it" on one side and "I heard it like this".

I'll talk about those hearsay stories casually. Just listen to them casually. Don't be serious and don't take them to heart.

What came to my face was a smell of salted fish.

If it is at the level of princes and generals, hanging this at the door after retirement will give people a feeling of returning to nature after seeing the vicissitudes of the world;

But women know that the owner of this bookstore has a salty fish temperament. It's hard to say, he's a little unproductive, and he thinks about muddling along all day.

Just like if ordinary people see a $100 bill on the ground, deliberately pretending not to see it or not to pick it up will be regarded as a typical fat face, and if Bill Gates doesn't pick it up, it often leads to many profound truths.

Walking to the door of the store, the door is locked. For a bookstore that usually only opens late at night, locking the door at this time itself means an unusual thing.

The woman moved her fingers gently,

"Click..."

The lock inside opens by itself,

Open the door,

Walked in.

The woman closed her eyes and showed a look of great enjoyment.

You know,

At this time, many places in the bookstore were frosted, especially near the ground, and white gas was swirling, just like the white gas around the edge of the popsicle in summer, which was not the effect of dry ice.

At first, it was comfortable, but slowly, even women could not stand it. He looked at the motionless men and women on the sofa seat, and chose to retreat.

Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

Soon,

The old man wrapped in a cotton army coat shivered and woke up with a runny nose and ran down the stairs. Especially when passing by his boss, he clearly felt that the pimple under him was frozen and shrunk into a hard walnut.

The Taoist priest didn't dare to delay. He immediately ran outside the store and took off his military coat.

Summer nights are also muggy, and now the Taoist priest is enjoying this muggy, and he can't wait to reheat a little.

Looking left and right, the old road saw the Cadillac, then came close and saw the woman leaning against the door with a mobile phone.

Women are very young, and they may be a little older than Bai Yingying in the bookstore.

"Oh, here you are!"

The Taoist priest immediately showed a flattering look on his face. Of course, there was the joy of seeing his old friend again.

The person who came here was none other than Tang poetry.

Tang Shi looked at the old Taoist whose nose was red with cold, and smiled a little, saying:

"Someone saw your current boss on the fountain of dreams, and he let me have a look. It seems that the problem is quite serious."

"Well, boss, how is he?" The Taoist asked.

Tang Shi sighed, stretched out his hand and pointed to his eyes, and then remained silent.

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

"It's no use waking up. It's not that simple. Maybe there will be some trouble. First tell me what's going on. When he came out, he didn't tell me clearly, but let me come and have a look."

"OK, why don't we go in and have a cup of tea..."

The Taoist priest said and looked at the "ice and snow" theme Bookstore behind him,

Then he shook his head and said:

"Forget it, let's talk about it on horseback."

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At dawn, the roar of machinery came from behind the police station. A newly approved piece of land was used to transform it into an underground parking lot. Because of the rush period, the construction team began construction in the morning.

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

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

He had a dream,

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

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

As soon as I was ready to go back to the office with toiletries to start today's work, two young policemen came face-to-face. They were discussing something in a heated atmosphere, and collided with Zhang Yanfeng at the corner.

"What are you talking about? So devoted."

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, sorry, we are talking about the things dug up by the construction team just behind, such as memorial tablets and some pottery." A young policeman replied.

"What?"

Zhang Yanfeng immediately stuffed his hand into the young policeman next to him, and then rushed directly down the office building and ran towards the construction area behind.

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

Officer Zhang misunderstood boss Zhou,

Not long after he left, boss Zhou was in a state of sleep. He didn't have time to order this matter to Lao Dao or Xu Qinglang to arrange it.

Even if you arrange it, it can't be effective so quickly. Even the simplest and rude threats can't be so fast.

This can only be said to be a coincidence,

It happened that the underground parking lot was built. The depth of excavation was very large, and it was just in the right position, and some things were dug out.

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

In fact, it's not surprising that everyone is so lively. What is dug up during construction is nothing new all over the country.

Chengdu renovated a gymnasium a while ago, and it was found that there was an ancient tomb under the lawn. Then think about the fact that the gymnasium is often used for concerts. This is the real meaning of "grave jumping".

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

"What did you dig out?"

Zhang Yanfeng asked a policeman nearby.

"Everything dug out has been collected here." This is a policeman from another department. He pointed to the things on a piece of white cloth next to him, "they are all bits and pieces of gadgets, and I saw that they don't look like antiques, a bit like modern things.

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

There are many capable people in the police station. This one, who was just assisting in the investigation of an antique smuggling case, is also insightful.

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

"Tut Tut, objects from the Republic of China. This shape is liked by little devils. In the past, many Japanese families bought this toy for their children."

Zhang Yanfeng raised his head,

Seeing the old Taoist squatting opposite,

There was a young girl standing beside the Taoist priest, wearing very hot clothes.

Zhang Yanfeng knew the Taoist priest and nodded to him. He mistakenly thought that the Taoist priest was sent by Zhou Ze.

"What's written on it?"

Zhang Yanfeng pointed to the Japanese on the memorial tablet and said.

The old Taoist is stuck. He is well-informed, but when he comes across professional things, he is almost ignorant.

Instead, Tang Shi next to him squatted down and reached out to touch the memorial tablets.

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

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

The Taoist priest glanced at Tang poetry somewhat unexpectedly, "do you know Japanese?"

And this is not only understand Japanese, but also clearly understand Japanese culture.

Tang Shi ignored the Taoist's doubts, clapped his hands and stood up again.

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

So he immediately said to Tang Poetry:

"These are all used by the Japanese to commemorate the small animals that died in the experiment, right?"

Tang Shi nodded.

"Then if you continue to dig, will you find memorial tablets and urns?"

During the war of aggression against China, it is well known that the Japanese army conducted human bacterial experiments in China. Zhang Yanfeng is now asking this, but also preparing for the next follow-up work arrangement. These things must be properly handled. After all, they are suffering people and compatriots.

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

"Why?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.

"When sorting out the 731 site, we found the memorial places and facilities set up by the Japanese for small and medium-sized animals in the laboratory, but those who died in the laboratory and were used as * * specimens, let alone memorial tablets or memorial tables, did not even keep the ashes."

"Why?" The Taoist asked.

"Because in the eyes of the Japanese, the Chinese people at that time were not even as good as animals."