Mountains and seas close at hand

Song Banyan's words immediately magnified the suspicion a hundred times.

It can be said that the United Front Work Department is already a very complicated and delicate power department.If there is any person or organization that can act in the name of the United Front Work Department, then the power behind it is so great that even now it is scary enough.

Zhang Gongyu stretched out his hand to push his glasses, looked at Song Banyan and said nothing.Song Banyan still had a smile on his face, as if he was just casually talking about today's weather, and said nonchalantly, "What can't be said between you and me."

She dispelled Zhang Gongyu's doubts with one sentence.Now that this place has been found, Zhang Gongyu also feels that she should do her best and obey the destiny. She nodded slightly: "A gentleman is open and honest, and he can tell others everything. I'm just afraid that this matter will involve Dean Zeng and a group of seniors. Fame, I'm afraid they will be uneasy in the spring."

Song Banyan couldn't help laughing: "How can you be so feudal and superstitious as a scientific researcher? Besides, gentlemen are not gentlemen, and the merits and demerits are left for future generations to judge. You are judging the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

She is used to being sharp-tongued, and Zhang Gongyu is not good at arguing with others, so she immediately nodded as if she was at a loss for words.After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly thought of something, quickly took out her mobile phone, looked at it and said, "What did you say, I suddenly remembered. This date is indeed strange, you see."

The perpetual calendar was adjusted to 62 years ago, and September 1954, 9 was selected. As Song Banyan said, that day was Sunday.Not only that, the numbers two days before this date are displayed in red.

Song Banyan looked at the red number and read out the small characters next to it: "Anniversary of the Anti-Japanese War."

"Yes, the Anniversary of the Victory of the Anti-Japanese War." Zhang Gongyu nodded solemnly, "It is not a statutory holiday now, and few people know about it. But at that time, this day was even more grand than the Mid-Autumn Festival."

September 1954, 9, Victory Day.

September 1954, 9, Mid-Autumn Festival.

Mr. Zeng Zhaoxiu has done a lot of hard work, and he is well-deserved as the dean of Nanbo.But in the middle of these two grand festivals, the United Front Work Department, which is not a department directly under the superior, and the sudden appointment... always make people feel a strange sense of haste.

Song Banyan rubbed his chin, feeling that he missed something.She grabbed the mineral water bottle in her hand with a "scratch, rattle" sound, and a thick fog was stirring rapidly in her mind.

Looking at the appalling plastic bottle in her hand, Zhang Gongyu couldn't help but want to interrupt, and started the next topic: "Besides this matter, I also..."

"Wait." Song Banyan raised his hand to stop her, staring blankly at one place, with a surprisingly solemn expression.All of a sudden, she slapped the table, and asked Zhang Gongyu with bright eyes, "Is that diary, September 1954, 9, the diary that the United Front Work Department picked up Dean Zeng written on September 6?"

Zhang Gongyu was taken aback, and recalled with a frown: "The diary says that I remember September 9th, but it shouldn't be, I remember... yes, I remembered, no. It said in the diary, 'Dean Zeng leaves work early today. Earlier than usual, seems to be making up. 'This guard is supposed to be..."

"night shift."

Song Banyan clapped his hands together, and said very firmly: "The guards are on the night shift, and the diary for that day was actually written the next day, so in the diary, Mr. Zeng got off work before going to work. The guards on the night shift can see that the car from the United Front Work Department is coming. It will definitely not be too early when we pick up Mr. Zeng, even at night."

This is especially interesting.

In that era, there may have been some overkill in politics, but there is no doubt about the integrity of the state department.The United Front Work Department asked Zeng Zhaoyu to talk, and it was absolutely impossible to set up a banquet where the leaders of various departments ate and chatted, and finally reimbursed the public funds.

Song Banyan and Zhang Gongyu looked at each other, put the crumpled plastic bottle on the table, and said very relaxedly, "It's interesting, isn't it?"

It's more than interesting, it's almost heart-wrenching—on that night 62 years ago, was the person from the United Front Work Department who came to pick up Zeng Zhaoyu?Where did Zeng Zhaoyu go that night?Who did you meet?

Zhang Gongyu frowned, his expressionless face revealed the bitterness and hatred of a poor scholar.

Song Banyan looked at her, and couldn't help laughing happily: "It's okay, it's okay, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it. What were you trying to say just now? Besides this matter, there are other clues in the diary?"

Zhang Gongyu shook his head slightly, put aside the matter of September 9 for the time being, organized his thoughts and said, "Yes, but I'm not sure."

At that time, being a soldier was a very noble and common profession.After the founding of the People's Republic of China, although there were big brothers from the Soviet Union in the north, Vietnamese and Indonesian monkeys in the south, and North and South sticks in the east, it can be said that wars continued.However, disarmament and military professional matters have not been interrupted.

The owner of the diary was an engineer before joining the Nanbo Police Department.Injured in the battle of crossing the river, the organization arranged him to work in Nanjing Museum, and his personal files were transferred to Nanbo.This is probably why Dean Zeng would ask him for questioning.

It is said to be a question, but it is actually just a small talk.The young guard was born in poverty, but he loves learning very much. He has always been proud of his work in Nanjing Museum, but he was honored and nervous when he was suddenly called into the office by his respected dean.

"Comrade Xiao Xiao, please sit down."

"Yes." The guard snapped his legs together and gave a military salute.

There was a smile on Zeng Zhaoyu's solemn face. She has passed her forties now, and the sharp edges of her youth have been polished and rounded. Looking at these young children in the courtyard, she more or less has the love and care that the elders have for the younger ones.

"Comrade Xiao Xiao, don't be nervous. Threesomes must have my teacher. I came to you today because I want to ask you a few questions."

Zeng Zhaoyu got up and poured a glass of water for the young guard, Xiao Xiao hurriedly took it, and said with a red face, "Dean, if you have any questions, just ask, and I will report the situation in detail."

Zeng Zhaoyu waved his hand to signal him to sit down, then spread out his notebook, picked up a pen, and asked, "Comrade Xiao Xiao, I want to know something about air-raid shelters and tunnels."

"Air-raid shelter!" Song Banyan was startled, immediately interrupted Zhang Gongyu's narration, and asked eagerly, "Is it the Zijin Mountain air-raid shelter?"

Zhang Gongyu was frightened by her, and was a little dazed: "Purple Mountain air-raid shelter?"

Song Banyan didn't care about her answer at all, stood up abruptly, paced back and forth in the room, and muttered in a low voice: "It must be...it can't be wrong...air-raid shelter...Ming Xiaoling..."

Her brows sometimes tightened and sometimes relaxed, and what Ji Xian said in the past kept echoing in her ears: "Around 1960, he was in a certain engineering team in Nanjing and was in charge of excavating the Zijin Mountain air-raid shelter. Maybe he dug the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum by accident, or maybe Someone coveted Ming Xiaoling Tomb. In short, he participated in that event and then left overseas."

Mr. Zeng, the United Front Work Department, the Ji family, the Jin family, the Bai family...How many forces were involved in the events of those years? What role did the organization behind Lancinate, Xu Fu and his three thousand boys play?

Nanbo, Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, Zijin Mountain air-raid shelter...the secret treasures in Nanjing are only the tip of the iceberg.

The Bashu pictorial language in Jinshan Village, the eight thousand archives in the Forbidden City, the final destination of King Mu of Zhou, the old events of Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum... I always feel that there must be something connecting these intangible.

What is missing?

Song Banyan murmured, and his mind gradually became turbulent and chaotic.

Seeing her hugging her head suddenly, Zhang Gongyu immediately knew something was wrong, grabbed her shoulders with both hands according to his previous experience, and shouted sharply: "Song Banyan!"

Song Banyan trembled and woke up from the nightmare in an instant.

Zhang Gongyu didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only say dryly, "Don't think about it yet."

Song Banyan sighed, picked up the mineral water on the table, and took a sip sullenly.She couldn't tell Zhang Gongyu that she had deliberately entered such a state, wanting to take the risky path.

"I'm fine." Song Banyan put down the mineral water bottle, and resumed his usual happy smile, "Is there any clue in the diary? What did they say about the air-raid shelter?"

Zhang Gongyu didn't realize that something was wrong, and he replied straight-forward: "It's all very simple architectural knowledge, but after Dean Zeng's question, that guard began to specialize in this area of ​​architectural knowledge."

Song Banyan didn't expect too much about it, and after thinking about it, he asked, "That's all?"

Zhang Gongyu pushed his glasses, and said with a blank expression: "That's all about Dean Zeng. But there is one more thing, I don't know how you will deal with it now."

Song Banyan smiled when he heard the words, the meaning of Zhang Gongyu's words was too obvious: he was talking about Wen Luoluo and Dayuan Treasure.She originally wanted Song Banyan to help deal with it, but seeing her strange attitude now, she inevitably hesitated.

Song Banyan suppressed his smile, looked at Zhang Gongyu with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "A gentleman is in the world, there is nothing suitable for him, there is nothing else, and righteousness is comparable to him."

Zhang Gong tightened his cheeks, and did not speak.Of course she understands the meaning of this sentence, a gentleman treats people and things with no fixed degree of closeness, seriousness and flexibility in dealing with the world, but only treats them with appropriate principles and methods.

However, in other words, is it not the so-called: those who know current affairs are heroes.Those who change by machine become heroes.

Song Banyan gave her a moment of hesitation, and continued to increase the stakes to persuade: "I know what you are worried about, but rather than letting me toss, isn't it better to look at me? As long as you follow the way, I will Even if you want to do something bad, you can correct it, can't you?"

She has always been good at cheating and deceiving, and she knows how to attack the heart.Zhang Gongyu is indeed not stupid, but her character, how can she not think bad of her friends.

"Dong dong dong."

Zhang Gongyu was about to agree when someone knocked on the door suddenly.The two looked at each other, Song Banyan walked towards the door and asked, "Who?"

"Half smoke, it's me." Bai Xunhua replied outside the door.

Song Banyan was secretly startled, and quickly stepped forward to open the door: "What is it?"

Bai Xunhua pursed his lips, and said in a low tone: "There is news from the Ji family, please let us go over now."

The author has something to say: celebrate the National Day, celebrate the birthday of the motherland... Do I want to have a holiday?