Chapter 4 The Last Chapter Carriage

Chapter 4 The Last Chapter Carriage

"Master." The lieutenant in front pointed to the door leading to the next carriage. The door was covered with spider webs. If you remove the spider webs, you can see a few lines of strange words painted on the door. "It's Japanese."

"Do you understand?"

"Gouguai, guardian." The adjutant glanced at the Japanese characters on the door. "Hook-hook eggs."

"If you don't understand, just speak straight." Zhang Qishan told him, the adjutant pressed his hat with embarrassment, lowered his head, drew the pistol and loaded it, and went to open the door, and found that the door had been welded to death.

In the trains of that era, the carriages were connected by huge iron ties between carriages. From this carriage to the next, it was necessary to cross an open area. In the movie guerrillas, the description of the structure of this kind of train was obvious. However, to prevent the blasting of the train armed by the Japanese, this part was also wrapped in iron. Even under the gusset that includes the necklace under the car, there is armor underneath.

The three had to go back the same way. Qi Tiezui got off the train, and the air was cold, but he seemed to be very hot. After wiping the cold sweat on his head, he let out a sigh of relief, just in time for the iron skin of the next carriage to be cut open. . Ironhide overturned into the car this time and slammed into the car with a muffled sound. Foye walked over without stopping. Qi Tiezui cursed secretly and had to continue to follow.

The big hole in the next carriage was open, and it was also pitch black inside. Zhang Qishan also drew his pistol, holding the wind lantern, and walked slowly over. Qi Tie swallowed and spit. "Father, you have so many soldiers, why do you want to be the vanguard? Let's go down and have tea."

"Now that the war is approaching, the city is full of Japanese spies; morale is the most important thing, this kind of unexplainable strange things, it is best to let people in the army no less." Zhang Qishan said softly.

Qi Tiezui immediately realized Zhang Qishan's worries, if it were spread out: a ghost car came in Changsha, the car was full of coffins, the ghost knew what story would be made up. If this matter is in peacetime, there is indeed no need to deal with it so much, but now it is the eve of the war, and there is no trivial matter before the war.

The three men filed into the next carriage, still full of coffins and spider webs, and you can see that the number on the coffin is getting smaller and smaller. Zhang Qishan oversaw it, his expression getting more and more gloomy. Checking it all the way until the last second car, as soon as the iron sheet was cut open, everyone covered their mouths because there was a strange smell in the car.

Climbing up, you can see that spider webs are hanging in it, blocking the direction of the carriage channel, and you can see that both sides of this carriage are double-deck beds. Something was lying on the lower bunks of the plank bed, completely wrapped in spider webs.

"Why is this spider so fierce?" The adjutant wondered softly; Qi Tiezui saw the clothes hanging on the bed frame, many daily necessities, cups, and chopsticks, all covered in spider webs. Zhang Qishan peeled off the cotton-like silk thread with a pistol and approached the bed little by little. The wind lamp leaned over and illuminated the bed. From the outline, it seemed that a person was lying on his stomach.

The man curled up together, motionless, and knew he was dead at first glance. Zhang Qishan handed the wind lantern to the adjutant and threw the saber with his backhand. He could see that the saber was too light for him, like a reed. He stabbed the body on the bed and peeled off the cobwebs on the body's face. Qi Tiezui saw that the man was actually lying on his stomach, and a crooked face appeared, his mouth wide open, and his chin collapsed on the pillow.

Qi Tiezui took a step back. He wasn't afraid of corpses, but the "face" of this corpse—if it could be called a face—was covered with small holes like barnacles.

"Father. Is this bad? Or is it done?"

"It's the moth." Zhang Qishan thought thoughtfully to the adjutant: "Find someone to prepare a white cloth bag, wear a gas mask, and seal the corpse. These things have to be burned. If it is an infectious disease, it will be bad."

The adjutant nodded and walked back to give orders to the outside. Qi Tiezui looked at Zhang Qishan anxiously: "Father, don't we need to bring it?"

Zhang Qishan looked at him and squeezed a smile: "No, you and I are both used to corpse poison. This is a small risk." Then he took his hand and walked forward.

Qi Tiezui smiled bitterly, saying that you are really wide-hearted. You are used to it, but I am not used to it. I have been a single pass since I was a child, and when I thought about Zhang Qishan, I pulled him and quickly checked the twelve beds in this carriage. There were the same corpses on them. What made Qi Tiezui puzzled was that all these corpses were all Died on his stomach. Their hands tucked into their chests as if there was something on their backs, pressing them firmly on the bed.

It's not normal to sleep like this. The twelve corpses are like this. There must be a special reason. Could it be that someone put them like this? The fear in his heart was gradually replaced by curiosity at this time. Xin said: Could it be that the expert did it? This is Feng Shui setting? Why does he put the body like this?

Zhang Qishan pondered for a moment and used a saber to pick out the cobwebs on a person's feet. The feet of the corpse could be seen. The big toe was bent. This was formed by wearing wooden clogs. This shows that this person had worn wooden clogs for a long time.

＊Looking at the feet is the way to distinguish Japanese spies in this era. Before Lugouqiao, Japanese spies sneaked into China's Inner Province to collect intelligence. Some have been hidden for decades. The dialect behavior is the same as the Chinese. It isn't easy to distinguish without these characteristics. Of.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Qishan gave a few instructions to another adjutant surnamed Wang. The adjutant turned around and left straight away, supposedly to inform the headquarters of this information. Zhang Qishan didn't say a word and wanted to move on. At this moment, Qi Tiezui, who was thinking, suddenly realized something and stopped in front of him.

"Father, look at this last carriage; how is it different from the previous ones?"