Netherworld Investigator Chapter 476: Underground air-raid shelter (plus more)

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Huang Xiaotao went to check the driver, Song Xingchen and I went to investigate the scene, and Sun Bingxin said: "Then what am I going to do? Now there is no corpse to be dissected."

Huang Xiaotao said: "Song Yang, find something for your sister Bingxin!"

I thought for a while and said: "Tell me, please run down, collect the most recent missing persons in each branch, and look for potential victims."

"How can I find this?"

Sun Bingxin has not personally experienced the human flesh buns case, I smiled and said: "Based on your feelings, find the ‘best eat’ among them!"

We went to investigate separately. Song Xingchen and I drove to the urban-rural junction. I took a circle around the periphery and opened the autopsy umbrella to look for footprints. Sure enough, we found out. But the surrounding area was empty, the wind was particularly strong, and it was all grass, and the footprints on the ground were intermittent.

I have a map plug-in written by the youngest on my phone, which can run on Baidu maps. I will mark every point I find. I found that Mr. Huang did travel a long distance last night and came in the same area. Turned back and forth many times.

In the end, I couldn't move forward. I called up the map to see if there were any mountains nearby. There was a mountain range to the southwest. Because it was too desolate, it was not shown on the map.

I called the youngest boy and asked him to check if there are any villas nearby and send me the coordinates.

The youngest member crackled the keyboard on the other side of the phone and said, "There is no villa, but there is a Qingliang Temple. Do you want to go there to see it?"

"What about the residential area?" I asked.

"Whoever doesn't open their eyes to build a residential area here, there is none!" the youngest replied.

According to Mr. Huang, the scene may be a villa in the mountains. I asked the youngest member to think about ways to find out if it might be an unregistered illegal building. The youngest member simply hacked into the database of the Bureau of Land Resources and sent a few satellite images. I looked at it carefully and there was indeed no building.

But there is a faint reflection from a place. The photo should be taken at noon. I zoomed in and zoomed in on the photo, and the picture was completely transformed into pixels. I wanted to see clearly what it was. Song Xingchen was at this time. Interjected: "It's a buried antenna!"

"Buried antenna?" I have never heard of this term.

"It is the antenna used in underground fortifications. In order to maintain external communication, this antenna is generally not too long and is not easy to be spotted in the air. When there was a stalemate with the Soviet Union, my aunt’s father was from Wu Song. Song Zhaolin worked as a consultant in a secret agency of the Ministry of National Defense and participated in the construction of underground fortifications. I read the drawings when I was young."

I was overjoyed: "That is to say, there is an air-raid shelter under this mountain!"

Song Xingchen nodded. I recalled the description of Mr. Huang. He said that all the windows were sealed. We all thought it was an above-ground building. In fact, it was an underground building. There was nothing outside the windows. Maybe the windows were fake. .

However, there is also a "Grandpa" in Wu Song that makes me a little concerned. I asked casually, "Is that Song Zhaolin still alive?"

"Disappeared in a classified mission twenty years ago. Rumor has it that he has died for the country. The Yiguan Tomb has made an exception and entered the Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery." Song Xingchen replied.

"What a pity!" I sighed.

We set off towards the mountain, and arrived at the bottom of the mountain half an hour later. The photos were unobstructed, but it was difficult to distinguish things in this mountain. After looking for it for a while, Song Xingchen told me that there were footprints. We walked along the series of footprints for a while, and then it disappeared, disappearing completely, as if this person suddenly took off into the air.

Song Xingchen said: "There should be a secret door here!"

He pulled out the Tang Knife and inserted it in the ground, found a gap, and pryed it vigorously with the Tang Knife, and the Tang Knife gradually bends. I was worried that he would break the knife, and said: "Don't pry hard, there may be something in it, look for it."

I used the pupil of the hole to look around and found that there was a slight bulge on the ground. I planed it twice in the past, and there was a very thick wire inside. The wire went all the way into a tree.

The tree is real. I tapped the tree with my hand to listen and found that it was empty.

Song Xingchen came over, split the bark with a knife, and opened it with his hand. An electric switch was revealed underneath, which was installed in the hollowed-out tree.

This mechanism is so concealed, I can't help but ask curiously: "Where do I put the power supply?"

Song Xingchen said: "This is just to control the door opening. A battery is enough. The power supply is below. This kind of large underground project can generate electricity by itself."

I smiled and said, "How do you know this?" In my impression, he knew nothing about modern things.

"Because there are such facilities in Wu Song's village, although the country is peaceful and the political is clear, Wu Song has been very cautious since ancient times and will always plan for the worst."

This is a very confidential matter. If it were not for our good relationship, he would probably not tell me. I secretly sighed that the small village was really not easy.

I stretched out my hand and lowered the switch, only to hear the rumbling sound of a hydraulic press from the ground, and the ground behind it slowly opened. The hidden door is tens of centimeters thick, with reinforced concrete underneath and dirt on the top. The turf used for camouflage is all real.

We went down the stairs. Although it was dark below, it had no effect on both of us.

This place has been rebuilt, and the original purpose can no longer be seen. After passing through a monotonous corridor, we came to the place described by Mr. Huang. The basement was made as rich as a villa. There were large chandeliers, indoor fountains, well-made tables and chairs, and some garbage thrown down after parties were thrown on the ground.

"There is no one. It looks like this is a hastily abandoned. This group of people is really cautious. Just because Mr. Huang ran away, they immediately abandoned the entire facility." I analyzed.

There are some footprints on the ground, I pay special attention not to step on them. These are left by the guests and can be used as evidence.

Since I didn't bring any tools, I took out my phone and took a photo, and then went to an office-like room with Song Xingchen. The entrance is a large oak table with a computer on it, a bookshelf on the side, and a display stand on the opposite side, with a large tortoise shell covered with a square glass cover, like a turtle shell.

I walked closer and found an English label-"Halle (1842-2006)" under the tortoise shell.

I was stunned for a moment. Who is Halliet and how can he live so long?

Now I realized that it was this turtle. I remembered a piece of news a few years ago saying that a tortoise that Darwin raised had passed away. Does it mean that the shell in front of me belongs to it?

This turtle that witnessed the birth of "Theory of Evolution" is said to be the treasure of a zoo in Australia. Many Darwin fans from all over the world went to mourn on the day of his death. Its tortoise shell is said to have been auctioned off in Switzerland. This is the first auction of animal remains in Swiss history, and the price must be amazing.

It seems that the owner of the club is quite rich, and he is a big fan of Darwin, who believes in the truth of the weak.

"Look at this!" Song Xingchen said.

He holds a small aluminum alloy card in his hand, which is pressed under the glass of the desk.

This card is very delicate, with a smiling skull on the front, a chef's hat on his head, and a knife and fork in his hand.

On the back is engraved with a scimitar dripping with blood.

My pupils suddenly shrank, and muttered to myself in astonishment: "Jiangbei Remnant Sword!"