"Hey, hello! Who?" Zhang Guozhong connected the phone. The signal was not very good and the voice was very low.

"President Zhang! Don't be fine!" The voice on the phone was so familiar that it was no longer familiar.

"Mr. Qin...Mr.?" Zhang Guozhong looked at Xiao Wang who was negotiating and lowered his voice, "Mr. Qin, where are you?"

"I'm at the Beijing Airport!" As soon as Qin Ge said this, Zhang Guozhong's eyes popped out, thinking that this old boy is so old that he can escape like Tu Xingsun! "Mr. Qin...Sir, when did you... arrive in China?"

"Haha, Master Zhang, you are still the same as before. I'm here this time and bring good news and bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?" It seems that Qin Ge has learned to joke after not seeing each other for several years.

"Then... I'll listen to bad news first..." Zhang Guozhong's typical working people's psychology is bitter first and then sweet...

"The China Taiping Prayer Committee is indeed a special agent organization. They have various tasks, but none of them have official records. All tasks are communicated verbally when issued. Even if there are occasionally written orders, they must be destroyed immediately after reading. Everyone, including the senior agents of the Military Affairs Bureau, do not even know what this organization is doing..." Qin Ge and he said lukewarmly.

"So detailed!" Zhang Guozhong was quite happy. If this was bad news, then the good news might be great. "What is the good news?"

"Haha, Master Zhang, I haven't finished talking yet..." Qin Ge smiled and said, "All the personnel of this organization changed their names every six months on average. The identity of the members of the organization involves all industries and ages, but there is no detailed record of the specific occupations... The highest position of the organization is the Secretary-General, who is directly responsible to Dai Li, and all tasks are conveyed by Dai Li verbally, and the Secretary-General directly points to the task executor. Therefore, there are only two people who know what tasks this organization has carried out, Dai Li, and the Secretary-General."

"Well, this news is indeed not very good..." Zhang Guozhong looked at Xiao Wang, as if he had been having sex with Qiangzi, talking and laughing, but he didn't pay attention to this place at all.

"This organization is the only organization of the Kuomintang that directly selects members from the civilian community, and it is also the most mysterious organization during the Anti-Japanese War. The members of the organization do not have a roster, and even the members do not know each other and do not know what they are doing. In addition, this organization often temporarily selects members from the civilian community when receiving some special tasks, and does not undergo any training, and directly performs the tasks. After the task is completed, everyone is in peace. Many people have only served this organization once! This strange organizational form is not available to any secret service in any country in the world!"

"Hmm! Then what?" Zhang Guozhong felt something was wrong with Qin Ge's words. According to the previous style, Qin Ge was most accustomed to laying a complicated premise first and then putting forward an extremely outrageous request or conclusion, which often makes people feel suicidal. At this moment, the atmosphere seemed to be developing in this direction.

"These are all the information I can learn from Taipei official! This is bad news." Qin Ge said.

"What's the good news?" Zhang Guozhong couldn't wait.

"The only registered survivor of the China Taiping Blessing Committee, Secretary-General, Mr. Feng Kunlun, was blind during his last mission and was sent to the United States for recuperation. He was transferred to Taipei in 1951. He died of heart failure in 1953."

"Die...dead..." Zhang Guozhong almost dropped the phone to the ground. Is this good news...?

"Teacher Zhang, don't be excited... We found his diary..." Qin Ge said.

"Diary? How could such a secret organization leader write a diary?" Zhang Guozhong asked in confusion, "Can it be fake?"

"Haha! There will definitely be no fake! This was personally handed to us by the dean of the sanatorium where Mr. Feng Kunlun lived during his lifetime. This diary was written by Mr. Feng Kunlun after his blindness. It may be a diary or a memoir! We have seen such strange words before, so we came to find Mr. Liu to crack it!"

"Really!? Too much!?" Zhang Guozhong's heart was relieved. Too much is not what everyone can write. It seems that Feng Kunlun is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Sun Ting is still a bit worse than Qin Ge's old Jiang. Such an important clue was easily given up. "By the way, Feng Kunlun, as a Kuomintang agent, could he write too much?" Zhang Guozhong kept muttering... Oh, forget it! No matter where he learned it? The key point is what he wrote! Zhang Guozhong didn't think deeper,

"Mr. Sun Ting is here next week, and he seems to have some new clues! I hope we can meet in Tianjin!" Qin Ge was still not happy or worried, as if everything was nothing to do.

"Okay, no problem! Thank you Mr. Qin!" Zhang Guozhong could no longer hide his excitement. At this time, Xiao Wang had already walked towards him. Looking at his expression, he should be able to get in.

"Brother Zhang, you can go in, but it's only ten minutes. Don't be too long. Although Qiangzi is the leader, his subordinates are watching..."

"No problem, no problem!" Zhang Guozhong thanked him for a long time, "Ten minutes are enough!"

At this time, Qiangzi had already sent more than half of the police officers around, leaving only two or three seemingly hardcore around, "Hello, Brother Zhang, I hope you go and go back quickly! This time, the municipal bureau issued an order directly, letting people in without authorization let the bureau know that it is difficult to explain!" Qiangzi looked quite real.

After bowing, Zhang Guozhong entered the isolation belt. Zhang Yicheng wanted to go in, but was stopped by Qiangzi, "Little boy, your dad can, you can't..."

In the isolation belt is a small mound slightly higher than the ground plane. There is a hole on the side of the mound. You can go in with your head down. The beams at the entrance are made of cement. They are old at first glance. After walking down a slope of about four or five meters, it is a cement cave. It is indeed quite like an air raid shelter. It is a typical emergency building built by front-line engineers. The area inside the cave is pitifully small, at most ten square meters, and the height is slightly higher than that in the cave in Myanmar.

The walls and roofs are all cement structures, and only the ground is made of stone bricks. The stones are glued with white slurry. Looking at the new and old stone bricks, it seems to be of the same age as the surrounding cement, but it seems to be the hands of folk craftsmen, not the army engineers. Scattered around the house, there are eight stone piers with broken arms and broken teeth. This must be the "loyal formation" that was once the "loyal formation", but the stone stakes have long disappeared, leaving only eight broken pillars that are only a few inches high.

Turning on the flashlight, Zhang Guozhong looked carefully at the ground. Except for a stone brick beside the wall, there seemed to be nothing unusual. The entire cave can be completely understood as an air raid shelter, but the real air raid shelter is usually underground more than ten meters and can usually accommodate hundreds of people or even more. The top layer of the cave seems to be only three or four meters behind, and it is so narrow. What kind of "empty" can this structure prevent?

"Could it be... it was knocked open by the archaeological team?" Zhang Guozhong found that the stone brick was moving too strange. Although the cracks in the white slurry were not obvious, they did not seem to be natural cracks, but they seemed to be caused by man.

After pulling out the iron and cutting the iron, Zhang Guozhong slowly pried out the brick. Under the stone brick was the entire bluestone strip foundation, as if nothing special. "This brick..." Zhang Guozhong wiped the mud on the brick with his hand and carefully illuminated it with a flashlight. "This is...!?" between them, on the edge of the stone brick (the stone brick is not angular, but its edge is very smooth), as if there were a line of words engraved.

He spitted on the stone bricks and wiped the mud on the edge of the stone bricks with his fingers. Zhang Guozhong looked carefully and found that this was a line of vanishing texts. Each text was at most as big as soybeans. If he hadn't searched for them on purpose, it would be hard to find them.

"The green mountains cannot stop the surging of the vast lands, but only the long embankment is built with flesh and blood. The three masters are hard to report to their lives. The people can comfort my body. - Ma Fan of Liyang first thought about Jia's masterpiece"

"This...!?" After reading this sentence, Zhang Guozhong almost sat underground. Could it be... This is where the real person Ma Sijia became a place? As the head of Maoshan, he did not set up a Baiqi cliff to a quiet place outside the world. How did he become in the fortifications of the Kuomintang army? Another thing that made Zhang Guozhong explode was that when he was leaving the Book of Jue, he actually revealed his real name! (Ma Sijia's real name is Ma Fanchu, and his Taoist name is Sijiazi, so he called Ma Sijia)

Like monks, a scholar, after becoming a monk, only uses the Taoist name, and does not use the real name. Even if others call him the real name, it is a kind of disrespect. If he calls his real name himself, there are only two possibilities: one is to return to secular life, and the other is to be expelled from the master! But Ma Sijia himself is the head of Maoshan, how can the head of the sect return to secular life? He is the head of the sect, and only he can expel others. Who can expel him? What is he doing in this loyal formation? Could it be that he is here to break this loyal formation?

"I don't know if the archaeological team has discovered this..." With his head wide, Zhang Guozhong carefully put the stone bricks back, but Zhang Guozhong was not worried that anyone in the archaeological team would understand the slaughter...

"Brother Zhang!" Qiangzi stood at the entrance of the cave and began to urge, "Have you finished reading?"

"Oh! It's over!" Zhang Guozhong turned off the flashlight and walked out of the cave. "Thank you this time, thank you very much in the future!" Zhang Guozhong was nervous. He originally wanted to learn from Lei Feng to do good deeds to save those archaeological teams, but he didn't expect to find such a scary clue. Could this be the masterpiece of the Chinese Prayer Committee? It seems that everything can only be understood after deciphering Feng Kunlun's diary...

"Hey! Is it thank you or not? Brother Shen's business is mine. This time I can only fight for you for ten minutes. The brother I sent out to patrol will be back soon! How can you take care of me!" Qiangzi seemed quite embarrassed...

"Brother Qiangzi, I don't know if Jiang is there, do you care if you are responsible for it..." Zhang Guozhong was a little embarrassed to ask about this.

"Hey? Brother Zhang, if something happens, it's up there! They are all soldiers standing guard! I'm really..."

"It's okay, I will definitely come to thank you some other day!" Zhang Guozhong had no hope...

"Brother Zhang, next time you come to Hubei, you must find me and be a tour guide for you for free! Look... the mountain in front is called Xiaozi Peak, it is said that a filial son changed..." Xiao Wang saw that Zhang Guozhong was indeed very good at Shen Guantang, so he also wanted to flatter him at this moment.

Zhang Guozhong had no intention of looking at the mountain peaks. His head was full of the loyalty formation. He built two things by the river and built an air-raid shelter. What was the purpose? While thinking about it, the phone in his bag rang again. This time it was Luo Jinming who called.

"Brother Zhang, the hospital has been found..." Luo Jinming's voice on the phone was the same as a spy.

"Oh? What disease?" Zhang Guozhong frowned.

"I told you that you must keep it secret!" Luo Jinming said, "The attending doctor revealed to me in private that it is hysteria! He said that he hadn't seen this disease for more than 20 years! I won't say it if I ask him again! By the way, Brother Zhang, do you know what kind of disease is hysteria?"

"Hysteria!" Zhang Guozhong's head buzzed, and he was afraid of anything he was afraid of. It was difficult for him to recover from the Jingquan Formation to be like Li Daming back then. Although they are called hysteria, the pathogenesis principle is completely different. "Can you see the archaeological team in charge? I must tell him personally!"

"I'm working hard!" Luo Jinming said, "But I can't guarantee it either! Brother Zhang, I'll tell you the truth! This matter is getting big now! The archaeological captain is like a mouse, and no one dares to see him! If the station knows that I'm involved in this matter, I can't afford to take care of it!"

"Well, try your best! We will be able to arrive in Wuhan in about 4 hours, and we will chat when we meet again..." In fact, Zhang Guozhong wanted to meet the archaeological captain, and the purpose was to have two goals. The first was to understand the accident of the archaeological team members to determine the way to save people, and the other was to condom words. Since Mr. Ma was holding this place, he wanted to see if the archaeological team had the ability to figure out which god was holding it there...

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Note*: Three Lords:

The three lords are the "Three Taoist Priests", namely: Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Daojun and Taiqing Taishang Laojun. The other three lords also have the meaning of "jun", "father", and "teacher". The three lords are difficult to report to their lords under their throne, and they all imply that (after death) they cannot explain to the gods and ancestors.
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