If so, was it a coincidence that this statue of Mazu came into my hands, or was it the arrangement of the metal book?

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Subconsciously glancing at the tattoo at the tiger's mouth, Wei Ran hesitated for a long time, and finally gently closed the lid of the wooden box.

Compared with the authenticity of the statue of Mazu, he now had to consider another thing - whether or not the secrets in the basement should be revealed, especially whether the film negatives should be revealed.

After a long silence, Wei Ran took out the metal book again and turned to the latest page. He frowned and read the words under the inverted blue vortex - You are the best bodyguard, please continue to protect our home and home.

's secret.

In fact, even without this sentence, he could guess from the blurred and countdown paragraphs on the previous page that once the secrets here are revealed, Guan Bingwen, Feng Maoyun, Tang Xiaoyan, Tang Liying, and Tang Meijuan will probably be confused.

The secrets involved in these names are exposed, and even the "Nuo Society" will suffer if it fails.

As for why Tao Canhua did not report it to the country, it is not difficult to explain.

This is not a matter of trusting the country, but as long as it is reported, more people will know. And the more people know, the more dangerous the situation those people face will undoubtedly be. Instead of doing this, choose to keep the secret alone

Maybe it's a safer way.

It's just...it's just that Tao Canhua has been waiting all his life.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain of losing his wife and son, and gritted his teeth to hold on to the shocking secret, even taking it to his grave.

But...how could he choose himself in the end?

Wei Ran couldn't help but fall into silence as he looked at everything in front of him, no longer having any expectations about whether his family members who had traveled far away would come back.

Or do you have absolute confidence in this hidden underground printing room, confident that it will not be discovered?

Or... when he recalled that period of history on his deathbed, there was an additional "cousin" named Wei Ran?

After thinking about it, he let out a long sigh. No matter how Tao Canhua made the decision, since the old man chose to believe in himself, he would just continue to keep the secret here until...until those countdowns end, until that

The place called Ryukyu regained its freedom.

Thinking of this, Wei Ran finally took out the contents of the latest red vortex in the metal book.

This is indeed a British B2 spy radio. The bright red leather box is extremely sturdy, and there is a colorful large parrot printed on the lid that seems to be flapping its wings and getting ready to fly.

But it doesn't look like a B2 radio station, because the suitcase it uses is not only thicker, but also seems to have lids on both sides, and can be opened.

It felt like two B2 radio stations were stuck back to back.

Gently opening the lid of the side without the parrot, the suitcase contains a neatly stacked set of black Chinese tunic suits, matching shirts, underpants, socks, woolen coats and mid-top Oxford boots.

In addition, there is also a top hat that is too retro for this era. Inside the top hat, there is also a pair of sheepskin gloves and a gray scarf. And at the very edge, there is actually a black

Umbrellas and several gold bars the size of disposable lighters, plus three magazines for PPK pistols.

Bodyguard equipment?

Wei Ran smiled, carefully fastened the lid, turned it over, and opened the lid with a parrot pattern on the other side.

On the inside of the cover on this side, there is a plastic notebook and a pencil fixed. Open the first page of the notebook, and the word "yingluo" is written on it in beautiful pen calligraphy, and a pen is drawn on it.

A lifelike large parrot. Inside the box are all the equipment and spare parts for the B2 spy radio.

After closing the lid again, Wei Ran put it back into the metal book and took out the thing in the blue vortex - the small PPK pistol.

After thinking for a moment, he put the pistol back into the metal book and took out the medical kit from the metal book.

Unfortunately, although he received the Intermediate Field Angel Medal, there was no change in the medical kit.

In contrast, when he took out the camera bag containing Robert's camera, he discovered that the PPK pistol was gone.

That's not bad either...

Wei Ran secretly muttered but also had some regrets. Now in his metal book, whether it is the representative 1911 of the United States, the iconic Nagant revolver of the Soviet Union, or the German PPK, he has collected all of them, but what he is thinking about most is

Box cannon, but still can't even touch the shadow.

Putting away this little regret, Wei Ran finally picked up Yukio Someya's suitcase and turned around and walked out.

During his trips back and forth, Someya Yukio's suitcase and several large glass jars filled with negatives, the camphor box containing the "Dingjun Mountain" film, and even everything in the drawer

, and were moved to the basement one by one by him.

After a final inspection of the printing room, Wei Ran left and re-locked the huge mirror frame. Then he collected the two cigarette holders, the pistol and the radio, and moved the things he had just brought up out of the basement.

It was packed into a car parked at the door.

Since he decided to help keep these secrets, these things cannot be placed here. For him, no matter how safe the underground printing room is, it is not as good as putting it in the cargo hold of the transport truck.

Insurance.

During the transportation, he also noticed that in addition to the basement and printing room that had been restored to their original state by the metal books, the circle of flower beds outside the basement also popped up on their own.

However, now the flower bed is only one meter away from the basement window, and there are no flowers or plants planted in the flower bed.

Fortunately, except for this change that made Wei Ran worried and didn't know how to explain it, this small building still maintained the state of a rough house.

It took a lot of effort to find something to cover the entrance to the basement. Wei Ran turned his head and looked at the sunset on the horizon, but was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he walked to the ginkgo tree in the yard and reached out to pat it.

The thick tree trunk then sat on the ground leaning against the tree trunk and took out the Guqin Yaoguang.

He knew that Tao Canhua had been waiting for Mei Xiang and others to come back, waiting to sing Dingjunshan to them, waiting to play his best Guangling San for his aunt Mei Xiang.

He must have been thinking about this for most of his life - just like he has been keeping those secrets for most of his life.

In the swirling thoughts, as the fingertips plucked the strings, the melody of Guanglingsan sounded again in the yard.

After a long time, when the song ended, Wei Ran silently put away the guqin, like a qualified successor, locked the door of the small courtyard, drove away from the dilapidated small building that had long been forgotten, and drove straight away.

Went to the address given in the metal book.

Before the sun went down, he drove the car to the junction of Tianjin and Hebei, near a small village next to the Yongding River.

With the help of the navigation coordinates, Weiran finally parked the car on a small piece of high ground about a hundred or ten meters away from the river.

On this small highland surrounded by farmland, there is a patch of more than a dozen old-looking willow trees. Not far away, there is a small courtyard with a locked door.

In the middle of this patch of willow trees, there are more than a dozen exceptionally well-kept tombs.

None of these tombs have tombstones, but one of the willow trees grew out of the center of a millstone that could be three meters in diameter.

Due to years of growth, this millstone has been stretched out from the middle by the willow tree. Also due to years of growth, the three-piece millstone has also grown into the trunk of the willow tree.

But on this millstone that was broken into three pieces, there were not only plates of fruit offerings and bottles of white wine, but also several names clearly engraved that seemed to have been painted red not long ago:

Xu Kejian, Xu Keqin, Chen Xiuyu, Ran Yifu, Guan Bingwen, Feng Maoyun, Guan Lingling, Tang Juechen, Tao Meixiang, Tang Yingluo, Yao Moli, Yang Panyi, Meng Deshui....

At the end of these names that he knew or didn't recognize, he also saw the names Cao Qiushi and Tao Canhua.

Rubbing his face vigorously, Wei Ran raised his head and saw in a corner not far away, at the very edge of the cemetery, a tomb that had obviously been added recently.

Beside the tomb, there were some memorial fruits and a plate of sesame cakes, as well as some ashes left by the burned paper money.

Just when he was secretly lost in thought, an old sheepherder drove his sheep over from the frozen wheat field not far away.

"Young man, what are you doing here?" The old man shouted enthusiastically from afar.

"I went the wrong way"

Wei Ran replied loudly, "Uncle, what kind of place is this? Why is there such a cemetery? It looks scary."

"Here"

The old man smiled, walked over slowly, and tapped the millstone with the whip in his hand, "This cemetery is called the Meng Family Cemetery. It is said that it used to be the cemetery of a family named Meng."

"I think there is only one person named Meng here?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be confused.

"No, don't look at the inconspicuousness of this place. The people who can be buried here are not ordinary. Let's put it this way, the names of the people who can be buried here have been engraved here in advance. Those who are not engraved here, use me

When dad was alive, even if he died here, he would have to be carried to a distant place and buried!"

After the old man finished speaking, he pointed at one of the names with the whip in his hand and said with great pride, "This, Zhao Lisheng, this is my grandfather.

He is also buried here, but my father is not qualified to be buried here, let alone me.

When I was a child, I heard my grandfather say that the last Meng family member in the Meng family graveyard was his master. His master said that anyone who could be buried here was a great benefactor to us.

Descendants must take good care of themselves. During every year and festival, paper must be burned to build the tomb, and no one should be kowtowed to less.”

"Your grandfather must be some kind of powerful craftsman, right?" Wei Ran, who had already guessed something, asked deliberately.

"Hi! Where is it!"

The old sheepherder laughed loudly and slapped his thigh, "He's just a sesame-cake maker. If you come during the day, go to the entrance of the village and look for it. The sesame-cake stall with the most people is mine.

That craft was passed on from my grandfather to my father, my father passed it on to me, and I passed it on to my son.

It's a pity that my grandson is unwilling to learn how to make sesame seed cakes. He is crying and insisting that he has to go to a technical school to learn how to play games. He says that playing games can make money and bring glory to the country.

Alas! We are old. In this era, we old farmers cannot keep up!"

"Maybe your grandson can really bring glory to the country."

Wei Ran agreed with a smile, then pointed to the small courtyard not far away and asked, "Uncle, who owns that courtyard?"

"That courtyard," the old man smiled, "it used to be a small temple, but no one has lived in it for a long time. During these four seasons, when we come to visit the graves, we will also rest in that courtyard.

.”

Having said this, the old man looked at Wei Ran and asked, "Which family buried here are you related to?"
To be continued...