I make a living solving crimes.

There was a small dim light at the entrance of the fortress. The dark corridor was pitch black, with only a faint light coming from the end.

"Where do you get your electricity from?"

"There are generators inside, and there is a lot of diesel stored in the fortress."

Zhang San's voice was a little hoarse because he wanted to exchange the treasure map for his freedom, but Chang Wei took off his shoes and threw him outside to stand for a while.

After seeing the miserable condition of Ma Dafu and Wang Sanli at the entrance of the cave, Zhang San only persisted in the snow for two minutes before choosing to confess.

He was sure that even if all ten of his toes were frozen off today, the young man and woman would not show the slightest mercy.

After being brought back, Zhang San put on his shoes and asked tremblingly, "Didn't you say that you would treat the prisoners well?"

Chang Wei nodded with a smile, "Yes, but we only treat those prisoners who cooperate with us preferentially."

Zhang San cursed in a low voice and Chang Wei kicked him, pressing him against the wall. It took him a while to catch his breath.

"My ears are very sensitive. When I hear people scolding me, I can't help but kick them. The harsher the scolding, the faster I kick. I can't control my legs." Chang Wei explained to Zhang San very seriously with an innocent look on his face.

Zhang San rubbed the place where his chest hit the wall and swallowed the dirty words that were about to come out of his mouth.

The corridor is a downward ramp, about two meters wide and two meters high, with a dome on top, built to standard air-raid shelter entrance specifications. Standing at the iron door, one can feel a slight breeze bringing warmth from inside.

It is warm in winter and cool in summer underground, and the temperature generally remains stable at around 17 degrees. However, there is wind, which shows that ventilation was also considered when the fortress was built.

This made Chang Wei feel much more at ease. He had originally planned to go in and take out a candle, light it, and test the oxygen concentration.

He stroked the little yellow dog's tail and saw it go in first. Then he took out a flashlight from his bag like a magic trick and handed it to Fan Tuaner.

Anyway, he always takes out all kinds of strange things from his bag.

When the little yellow dog reached the end of the corridor and heard the "woof woof" sound, Chang Wei took Zhang San in.

At the end of the corridor is a large irregular circular space, brightly lit.

Looking at the uneven cement surface on the walls and ceiling, Chang Wei guessed that this was originally a cave, which was dug out by the Japanese with manpower and then repaired to its current appearance.

Considering the length of the corridor, the depth of the underground where the fortress is located, and the shape of the mountain, this is a permanent underground fortification.

The entire circular space is about three to four hundred square meters, surrounded by doorways. In one of the doors, you can hear the rumbling sound of a generator turning.

Most of the doors were open, and many broken wooden boxes and rusty iron boxes were piled up in the central open space.

Judging from the drag marks on the ground, the boxes here were moved from the surrounding rooms.

Chang Wei squatted down and took a look. In these wooden boxes there were weapons and ammunition, clothes, shoes and hats, and even a lot of canned food.

"How did your father get a map of this place?"

"Some of the workers who built the building escaped and took refuge with my father. This is their token of loyalty."

Chang Wei didn't ask what happened to those who didn't escape. He could guess it with his toes.

"Why didn't your father hide here?"

"When my father came, there were still Japanese hiding here."

"And he never came again?"

"It was too late. The People's Liberation Army came too quickly." Zhang San answered with a little frustration.

Chang Wei had only seen model operas and movies, but didn't know the real history of bandit suppression. He asked curiously, "Is your father really a mountain eagle?"

Zhang San looked at him in confusion, hesitated for a moment and explained in a low voice: "My father's nickname is Zhang Sanjue."

Chang Wei became interested, "Come on, let's make a secret code, Heaven King Covering Earth Tiger."

Zhang San was stunned for a long time before hesitatingly asking, "Chicken stewed with mushrooms?"

Fine.

Chang Wei is certain that Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy is an artistic creation that is derived from life but transcends life.

It is highly likely that Luan Ping's three treasure maps were created based on the rumors about the captives in Wohu Mountain.

Those who really knew the details were either shot or died of illness, so this place has never been discovered.

I don’t know if this is the place Hu Bayi and his friends will find in the future.

He suddenly felt a chill on his back and asked quickly, "You said, when your father came here, there were still Japanese soldiers stationed here?"

"Ah."

"Where were the Japs when you came?"

Zhang San rolled his eyes twice and fixed his gaze on a door behind Chang Wei.

There are more than thirty rooms in the cave hall, and only the one behind Chang Wei has an iron door, which is tightly closed and shut.

There was a sign hanging above the door, the paint was already peeling and you could barely see the word "Confidential".

Just as Fan Tuan'er was about to walk over, he was pulled back by Chang Wei. He looked at him again, then grinned with a half-smile and kicked Zhang San, "Go, open the door."

Zhang San was surprised and blurted out, "No."

Fan Tuaner thought Zhang San had set a trap at the door, so he loosened the bayonet pin of the rifle in his hand, jerked the muzzle back suddenly, and swung out the four-sided bayonet to stab him.

Zhang San was so scared that he screamed.

He knew the power of this thing. If he was stabbed, he would bleed to death before the rescue team arrived.

Chang Wei stopped Fan Tuaner and said, "There is no trap, but it's a bit disgusting inside."

Fan Tuaner blinked, retracted the bayonet and said nothing.

Chang Wei pushed Zhang San to the door and kicked the steel door open.

A rotten stench hit him in the face. Fan Tuaner covered his nose and shone a flashlight around. He was horrified to find that the room was full of dried corpses.

There were about thirty or forty bodies, all wearing Japanese military uniforms. There was a hole on their heads, either in the temple or on the back of the head, left by gunshot.

Perhaps because of the dryness underground, these bodies, which have been dead for more than ten years, have not yet completely decayed, and some of them even have their facial features visible.

Judging from the military uniforms they were wearing, these were the Kwantung Army soldiers who had been left behind to guard the fortress. After being abandoned by the military, they heard the Gyokuon Broadcasting and shot themselves in despair.

Chang Wei thought they were all really samurai and would choose to commit seppuku.

Fan Tuan'er suppressed his discomfort and shone the flashlight again. After Chang Wei closed the door again, he sighed, "War is really cruel. These people are not young anymore, and they are very thin."

Chang Wei didn't have the sympathy of the world's proletariat being one family. He explained to Fan Tuan'er with a serious face, "The Japanese are all like this. They don't like little boys and fat people."

It took Fan Tuaner a while to understand what Chang Wei said.

These bodies died in various rooms back then. After Zhang San got his father's treasure map and brought them in, they were moved together to the confidentiality department office, which had the best airtightness.