Chapter 129 36 A Group Photo From 24 Years Ago [Two in One]

Chapter 129 36. A group photo from twenty-four years ago [2-in-1]

Deep in the iceberg, there are a series of ancient ships.

Zheng Yun walked slowly into the cabin, a faint burnt smell lingering on the tip of his nose. With every step he took, the gray and black wooden boards under his feet creaked, as if they would crack and fall at any time.

Flashlights were all around.

The scene in front of me was extremely horrifying.

Like an ancient fire scene, everything within the field of vision was scorched black. The remains of the ship's furnishings were piled up in one place. The black ashes were lifted up, revealing many modern explorer's equipment, half-buried in the thick black ash.

The temperature of the flame cannot ignite modern plastics, but it is enough to burn the human body into ashes, and then use the burning temperature of the human body to bake polyester fabrics and plastics.

In the end, only the iron products remained.

The colorful colors wrapped around the kettle are the last traces left by those modern explorers.

Go deeper.

There are some footprints on the ground.

Follow the footprints and move forward.

In my ears, I could faintly hear some gasping sounds, faint choking of blood, and... weird gnawing sounds!

Zheng Yun pulled out his gun and walked forward quickly.

Pass through the cabin of the first ancient ship, walk into the second ancient ship, then the third, the fourth...

I don’t know how long I walked downhill.

Finally something else appeared before my eyes.

A wall, a real rock wall, is located an unknown number of meters underground, with rock passages on the left and right.

A man whose flesh and blood looked as if he had been skinned was sitting in the corner of the passage. His eyelids were even burned, and his two eyes were staring straight at him, and his throat was constantly choking with blood.

But he can't see himself.

Maybe his eyes were burned out.

The walkie-talkie nearby was rustling:

"Where are you, what did you encounter, why can't you go in."

"James, are you still alive?"

"What happened to you? Where are you?"

James' eyes moved. He stretched out his skinless hand and rubbed it on the hard rock wall, leaving many blood stains every time it touched the ground.

Zheng Yun helped him, handed him the walkie-talkie and put it in his hand. James was stunned for a moment, but picked up the walkie-talkie: "Senke, don't come in! Run!"

The two continued to talk.

Suddenly, a strange sound sounded from deep inside. Zheng Yun turned around and looked into the depth of the passage. It was empty and very dull.

"Coming! Run!"

James pressed the intercom with all his strength and used his last voice to warn Senko not to come in. A large mouthful of blood overflowed from his throat, trachea, mouth and nose.

Finished in one sentence.

His arms went limp and he died completely.

Zheng Yun frowned and looked deep into the passage. He heard some strange noises, but he couldn't distinguish them.

After a while.

A piece of 'thing' overwhelmed him.

Immediately afterwards, blue-green netherworld flames spurted out, covering Zheng Yun's whole body, leaving him in a sea of ​​fire with no way out...

"Brother Zheng, it's time to have breakfast."

A voice brought Zheng Yun back to reality.

Zheng Yun opened his eyes and found himself lying in the bedroom of a family hotel. The deer head lamp was on in front of him. The window was white with snow, and the quilt was so warm that he couldn't bear to leave.

Song Wan wore a fluffy rabbit pajamas and stood at the head of the bed. She stretched out her hand to push Zheng Yun. After his dazed eyes returned to focus, she said to Zheng Yun: "We are going to attend the Pirate Festival today. We agreed to go find him." "Treasure."

"Um."

Zheng Yun stood up and rubbed his head.

Only then did he remember that three days had passed since he returned from the bow glacier, and the Pirate Festival started today.

"Go and wash up quickly."

Song Wan reached out and grabbed Zheng Yun's hand, pulled him up, pushed him into the bathroom, and stuffed the toothbrush into his hand.

"Uh-huh."

Zheng Yun nodded, thinking about the nightmare just now, and put the toothbrush into his mouth, and then realized that he didn't squeeze out the toothpaste.

"Ha ha."

Song Wan covered her mouth and laughed out loud. Zheng Yun gave her a helpless look before she suppressed her laughter and ran out of the bedroom.

A silent sigh.

Zheng Yun knew that the source of his nightmare was because he refused to save James.

He thought his decision was a wise one. Even if it happened a hundred times over, he would never take his brothers in to save people and put them in danger for a stranger.

But invisible moral pressure also exists. I usually don't think of it, but only quietly emerge in my sleep late at night.

So he chose to go in alone to save people in the dream, found James, and finally killed James in the dream.

There is nothing to say. He is a normal person. When encountering this kind of situation for the first time, he will always worry about it for a few days. After this period, he should be fine and the symptoms will not last long.

After washing up, go downstairs.

The others had already had breakfast and were waiting for him, but they were too embarrassed to go up and call. Only Liu Ming and Song Wan didn't care.

"That girl hasn't woken up yet?" Zheng Yun walked to the dining table and asked Hu Ruihua and the others while eating.

"No, this is very strange. Not only did she not wake up, but Senko and the others also didn't wake up. The hospital said it might be due to neurological anesthesia." Hu Ruihua said seriously.

"Nerve anesthesia?" Zheng Yun frowned.

"I can't explain this, because the hospital didn't understand it either. It might be something similar to anesthetics, and they inhaled a gas with similar ingredients." Hu Ruihua sighed.

"You said it's that kind of flammable gas that has anesthetic effects?" Zheng Yun picked up the plate and ate a piece of barbecue.

"No, the hospital extracted some residual gas from Senko's lungs. It is a mixed gas with complex composition. After burning, the chemical formula cannot be restored."

"This is another problem that is difficult to solve scientifically, but the most important thing is the way this gas is triggered. The ice crack hole usually does not have this gas. Once it gushes out, it will burn with the flames."

Sister Wang shook her head and explained.

Zheng Yun stopped asking. He had to put things aside for the time being. They wouldn't go in, so there was no point in thinking about it.

"The scope of this pirate festival is very large, with a length of more than 200 kilometers, and the deepest part reaches 40 kilometers into the glacier mountains. I'm really not afraid of tourists accidentally wandering somewhere."

Liu Ming pressed the remote control and changed the topic.

"They should all be well-explored and safe places. I heard that the first prize is a yacht. I really spent a lot of money." Huzi turned to look at Zheng Yun happily.

Aren't they sure of finding the treasure? Even if this treasure is stuffed into the emperor's tomb, you can still go in and take it out!

"Where are you going to look for it?" Zheng Yun asked. You can participate in this activity, and you may run into trouble if you do.

"It's all luck." Hu Ruihua shook his head.

"This area is next to the ancient ship scenic area that the Sichuan restaurant boss mentioned. We can go there to look for it first." Song Wan suggested, she was more concerned about this kind of thing than anyone else.

"Okay." Huzi nodded.

The others had no objections.

When Zheng Yun finished his meal and walked out of the family hotel, he found that the northern ice was densely covered with snowmobiles and sleighs, with various pirate flags on them. They were all participating in the festival to find treasures.

"Fortunately, we rented a car early, otherwise we wouldn't be able to rent a car today." Huzi jumped out of the car.

They also have two snowmobiles, both of which are sedans, big enough for them to sit on, and can also tow a sleigh behind them.

"Then let's go."

Everyone dressed up and got on the bus.

The place they want to go is in the northeast, about 140 kilometers away from the Christmas Islands. On the edge of the Pirate Festival activities, you can walk along the edge of the glacial mountains.

After arriving at this place, there is only a straight line distance of 60 kilometers from the abandoned ancient ship scenic spot Song Wan mentioned. The total distance is only 200 kilometers, which is closer than the iceberg on the bow of the ship.

Look at it from the map.

The distance between these two places is very long, about 70 kilometers between the two points.

Therefore, we can directly rule out some unreasonable speculations. For example, the two are connected, and the ancient ship on the bow glacier extends to this abandoned ancient ship scenic spot in one breath.

Think of this.

Zheng Yun suddenly realized something. The word "bow" in the iceberg on the bow of the ship could not refer to the bow of the ancient ship, right?

This is really hard to say.

Go back and look up the origin of the name.

After warming up the car for a while, everyone drove towards the northeast. This time they were divided into two teams. Hu Ruihua led their people, Zheng Yun led Liu Ming, Song Wan and others, plus Xiao Hu.

Originally Huzi wanted to come over.

But Xiao Hu is more familiar with technological products. Even if he gets separated or has an accident, he will still be more useful than Hu Zi.

Zheng Yun followed Hu Ruihua in the car, speeding on the flat ice. The iceberg was on their left. No matter how fast they drove, the glacier was always unhurried.

But they didn't dare to drive too fast.

The ice surface today is too lively, with people everywhere. Experienced professional explorers all go into the mountain, while inexperienced ordinary tourists take their children and search around the ice.

On the way, they talked about the major accidents of twenty years. Song Wan said that she had investigated the information and downloaded the identities of most of the seventy people who died.

"Forty of them are related to the British Royal Museum, and the remaining thirty are their tour guides. But among the forty people, seven of them can't find any information. I only found a photo of them before departure online. ”

Song Wan took the tablet and showed a photo.

Zheng Yun was very interested in this, so he simply parked on the side of the road and let Xiao Hu drive. He and Song Wan switched seats in the last row, took the tablet in her hand, and looked through it carefully.

"Are you okay? Why did you stop the car?"

Hu Ruihua asked through the intercom. The car behind suddenly stopped, which startled him and thought something had happened.

"It's okay, keep walking, Captain Hu."

Xiao Hu whispered and put down the walkie-talkie. This time he was successful as an undercover agent! I can eavesdrop at close range... and listen to Zheng Yun's secrets and plans!

"I drew these seven people."

Song Wan stretched out her hand, and seven red circles appeared on the group photo. Some were sitting in the front row and some were standing in the back row.

Zheng Yun looked thoughtful.

This group photo shows a total of forty people, sitting in rows and standing in rows. The background seems to be an outer door of the Royal Museum. The time in the lower right corner reads 1999.8.1.

"What was the time of the disaster?"

Zheng Yun looked at Song Wan and asked.

"It was from July 25 to August 8, 2002. No one is sure about this. It was in mid-August that the missing person could not be found." Song Wan flipped the tablet and found a local news report.

The report was dated August 16, 2002. It said that members of the Royal Museum expedition team from the United Kingdom were confirmed to be missing, and the names of each member of the expedition team were also listed.

"Thank you for your hard work. You are very attentive."

Zheng Yun nodded and praised Song Wan. She obviously put some thought into it, so she should be praised no matter what.

"Yeah." Song Wan smiled brightly.

"But this question is very strange. They came here to find something in 2002, and took a group photo in 1999. Maybe they came here in 1999 and come here every year?" Song Wan was puzzled.

"Today is July 18th of 23 years. This major accident happened 21 years ago. At that time..."

Zheng Yun closed his eyes and recalled.

Twenty-one years ago, he was only four years old. He couldn't remember what happened that year. He needed to think carefully.

"..."

Song Wan turned her head to look at Zheng Yun. She puffed her lips slightly, with a strange look in her eyes, and watched him recall with his eyes closed.

Before, Zheng Yun said that the accident 20 years ago had nothing to do with them, so that he wouldn't get involved. As a result, when he encountered such a thing in the past, his first reaction was to close his eyes and recall.

Isn't this confessing himself?

If it has nothing to do with Zheng Yun, what does he need to recall with his eyes closed? Think about the weather in 2002?

Obviously not.

If he can recall, it means there is a relationship!

Others also turned their heads, and even Xiao Hu, who was at the front, looked at the rearview mirror in the car and smiled strangely.

I like watching this kind of big case that involves twenty years of history, and so many people died. It's exciting to think about it.

Zheng Yun didn't care about them.

He frowned, and the more he recalled, the more headache he had.

When he was four years old, Jiang Meng was only half a year old. I vaguely remember that in July, they did not live in Fuen City, W-02, but in a place with jujube trees in the yard.

They should be staying away from the summer heat.

The adoptive father was there, not only the adoptive father, but there seemed to be many strangers at that time, at least twenty or thirty, who seemed to be chasing a pig in the yard to kill it, and then ate it all in one meal.

A group of people chasing a pig.

This is the most impressive scene.

Later... Later, it seemed that everyone was gone!

Zheng Yun suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise, because he really remembered something inadvertently!

It seemed to be a night in late July. He woke up in the middle of the night because of the heat, and got up in the middle of the night and stared at his sister Jiang Meng and smiled foolishly.

Then he heard it at that time.

There were many people passing by the yard outside, so many that it was like a big road, as if countless people passed by.

At that time, I was half asleep and half awake. I was young and my brain couldn't think straight. I thought I was sleeping in the pawn shop. There was a street outside, so it was normal for people to walk around.

Now I think about it.

This is not normal!

There should be only one possibility for so many people to pass through the yard, that they walked in or out of the fairy gate.

But is this related to the accident of W-08? Does it take so many people to deal with seventy Westerners?

"Brother Zheng, what's wrong?"

Song Wan followed Zheng Yun and said with a start.

"It's okay, I thought of something else, you continue." Zheng Yun shook his head. It shouldn't be the same thing. Then he still has no evidence of his adoptive father's action.

If he still doubts.

He can only check the weather cloud map here to see what year and date the cloud map that his adoptive father circled is.

There are not many satellites here in W-08. The weather cloud map may be taken by a hot air balloon. It should be possible to find archives locally.

"Among the seven people whose identities cannot be found, three are sitting in the middle of the first row. They may be the leaders of their operation this time." Song Wan turned back to the previous photo.

Sitting in the center of the first row was a very cautious old white man. The first person on his left, the third person on his right, and the third person on his right were all circled by Song Wan.

These people had obvious features, high nose bridges, blue eyes, deep eye sockets, and were obviously dressed like aristocrats. Their skin was dazzlingly white, a bit like the Nordic race.