Xixia dead book

Chapter 203 The KGB and the CIA (40)
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When Tang Feng's eyes moved to the bottom of the bed, Han Jiang also realized that it was the last blind spot. Han Jiang rushed to the bed, lay down, and almost put his upper body under the bed, "Is there anything under the bed?" Tang Feng was anxious He wanted to see what was under the bed, but Han Jiang's strong body blocked his sight.

After a while, Han Jiang got out from under the bed and dragged out a thick stack of wooden boards at the same time, "What is this? A wooden board?" Tang Feng looked at the wooden boards suspiciously.

"No, it's the drawing board." Makarov has already seen the clue.

"Drawing board?" Tang Feng took a closer look, only to realize that what Han Jiang dragged out from under the bed was a thick stack of drawing boards stacked together.

The drawing board was covered with dust, varying in size and thickness. Han Jiang first picked up the top painting, which was turned upside down. Han Jiang turned over the painting and saw that it was an oil painting. The picture shows a peaceful pastoral scene.

"It's very similar to the idyllic scenery in Russia, and it's very similar to Repin's style!" Tang Feng murmured.

Han Jiang didn't say anything, put down this painting, and picked up the second painting in order, which was still an oil painting of a rural landscape, except that an onion-like building similar to the Kremlin appeared in the distance of the picture.

"This can't be the idyllic scenery around Moscow in the early days!" Tang Feng guessed wildly.

"Is it all these pastoral scenery?" Han Jiang frowned, and continued to pick up the third painting. The third oil painting was in the shape of a rectangle. After changing the painting style, the painting showed a desert scenery with a thin layer of dust on it. , setting off this desert scenery is more gorgeous and meandering.

Tang Feng couldn't help stretching out his hand, and gently wiped away the dust on the screen. The picture gradually became clear. Tang Feng suddenly felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar. "It's a desert scenery." Where have I seen this desert scenery, maybe the scenery in the desert is always too similar.

While Tang Feng was still immersed in the last painting, the fourth painting had already appeared in front of the three of them. This painting was another desert scene. The difference was... Tang Feng's eyes widened suddenly. In the central desert, a large sand pit appeared. Inside the sand pit, there were many bones, most of which were messy and inhuman, but there were two skeletons in the shape of a complete human, with arms up and legs down. Stamping, that posture, the two skeletons seemed to be alive, suddenly, the two skeletons on Tang Feng's picture slowly grew muscles again, the bright red muscles, the texture was clear, and the blood was spurting, this... this is clearly Two living beings are working tirelessly, struggling to climb up the bunker, it seems... It seems that there are ferocious beasts chasing them in the bunker behind them.

At this time, Tang Feng was shocked all over, and when he looked at the screen again, the person in the screen was still two skeletons, without bright red muscles and gushing blood, and the two fresh lives disappeared instantly. The sand is the bones, without any other things. Could it be that it was just an illusion produced by myself.

"Don't stand still, take pictures of these paintings with the camera." Han Jiang ordered Tang Feng.

Tang Feng hurriedly went to take out the camera, but his hands trembled a little. When Tang Feng took out the camera and took pictures of these oil paintings, his hands trembled even more.

"Tang Feng, don't you think the picture in this painting looks familiar?" Han Jiang asked suddenly.

"Déjà vu?" Tang Feng didn't pay attention to this, but Tang Feng also saw what Han Jiang said, "Yes, it's deja vu, the picture is very similar to Dabaiquan."

"Dabai Spring? I thought so too, but what about the spring water? Could it be that the author of this painting saw the dry Dabai Spring?" Han Jiang was confused.

Tang Feng looked at the picture carefully again, and seemed to think that this painting was not Dabaiquan, "Do you think this is Dabaiquan? First, the water in Dabaiquan is not dry, and secondly, the bones in Dabaiquan are all distributed in the The shore is very regular; and in this painting, not only is the water dry, but the bones are also extremely messy."

"So you don't think this painting is about Dabaiquan?" Han Jiang asked back.

"Well, besides, the author of this painting should be a Russian. How could he have been to Dabai Spring? Unless..." Tang Feng hesitated to speak.

"Unless he is a member of the scientific expedition team!" Han Jiang said in shock.

"No, it's impossible." Makarov shook his head and said, "I don't believe anyone in the scientific expedition team can survive. Although I have never been to the big white spring you mentioned, such a bunker is in There are so many in this desert, there is no way to prove that this is the Great White Spring you mentioned."

"Too many?" Han Jiang and Tang Feng asked in surprise at the same time.

"You still remember the Wild Wolf Valley I mentioned to you. The Wild Wolf Valley is not a single canyon, but is composed of many intricate canyons, forming a huge group of canyons. Brtenko and I When I came to Wild Wolf Valley for the first time, I found more than one trace of Haizi." Makarov's thoughts quickly flew back to the past.

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Makarov's memories were quickly pulled back by the fifth painting, and the picture in Han Jiang's hand changed again, and it became a large Gobi Desert on the picture, and on the boundless Gobi Desert, it is very conspicuous Standing are two huge stone pillars. The two stone pillars are strangely shaped and tilted inward at the same time, until the last two huge stone pillars are completely tilted together.

"It's a very weird painting. How could there be such two strange stone pillars in the Gobi?" Tang Feng stared at the picture in a daze.

"Yeah, the scene in this painting surprised me too." Han Jiang paused, and then said, "But I can be sure that I have never seen this place."

"Well, I can also confirm. I have never been to this place." Tang Feng nodded.

The two turned their gazes to Makarov, who also shook his head with a confused look on his face.Han Jiang took out the sixth painting. This painting is about the scenery of the Gobi Desert. In the depths of the desolate Gobi Desert, there are still a few houses indistinct.

Tang Feng found this scene very familiar, "This...isn't this the forward base?"

Han Jiang also nodded, "That's right! This is the forward base. But... But the angle of drawing this picture is very interesting."

Tang Feng also noticed the angle of this painting, "Yes, the advance base is far away in this painting, obviously the author kept a long distance from the advance base when drawing this painting, and then from the angle and orientation Look, I suddenly felt that the author of this painting was near bunker No. 21 at that time, or...or from the perspective of bunker No. 21, to see the forward base, to draw the forward base."

"Yes, that's it." Han Jiang agreed with Tang Feng's judgment.

"There is a problem here..." Makarov immediately thought of something, "The advanced base was built a few years after the bunker was abandoned, and I never knew the existence of the bunker, so the person who drew this picture... "

Han Jiang interrupted Makarov, "I think there are two possibilities for the person who painted this painting. One possibility is someone from your base, more precisely, Buldenko, or his subordinates. People; two, that is when you are advancing to the base, here, someone else is hiding in bunker No. 21!"

"There are other people hiding?" Tang Feng was shocked.

"This..." Makarov looked at Han Jiang hesitantly.

Han Jiang asked Makarov again, "You have been with Bultenko for several years, have you found that he usually likes painting?"

Makarov thought for a while, then shook his head vigorously, "No, I have been with him for several years, and I have never seen him paint, nor have I seen him interested in painting."

"Then is there anyone else in your base who is interested in oil painting? Including those students?" Han Jiang asked.

"No, it has never been found, and there are no drawing boards and paints for painting in the base. There is no man's land for tens of miles around, and there are no such things in small towns tens of kilometers away." Makarov The answer is very straightforward.

"That's weird! Could it be that there are other people hiding here?" Han Jiang muttered to himself, lost in thought.

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After a while of silence, Tang Feng urged, "Continue to look at the painting below." He seemed to see some new clues in the painting below.

Han Jiang took out the seventh painting, which was still an oil painting, and it still depicted the desert scenery, but in the long yellow sand, several Lama pagodas appeared, especially the one in the foreground, which was extremely brilliant and tall. It almost reminded Tang Feng of a place, "Isn't this Heishui City?"

Han Jiang also saw it, "Yes, it is indeed Heishui City."

"It's just..." Tang Feng suddenly discovered that in front of the magnificent and tall Lama Pagoda, there was a person kneeling, a person wearing a Mongolian robe, but that person's appearance was not like an oriental person, but a westerner. Tang Feng was surprised, "Have you seen the man kneeling in front of the pagoda?"

"See, what's so special?" Han Jiang didn't understand what Tang Feng meant.

"If my judgment is correct and the painting shows Heishui City, then this magnificent and tall pagoda should be the lama pagoda where Koznov unearthed the statue of the Buddha who did not hide the empress, which is the so-called 'great pagoda', then , How could there be such a pious person kneeling in front of this stupa, and from the picture, although this person is wearing a Mongolian-style robe, he does not seem to be an oriental, but more like a Westerner?" Tang Feng After some analysis.

"Westerners? Russians?" Han Jiang looked at Makarov.

Makarov also noticed the person on the screen, an elderly man with a long beard and wearing a Mongolian robe, "It does look like an old Russian man, could it be Koznov?"

"Impossible. When Koznov discovered Blackwater City, he should have been a middle-aged man. He never went to Blackwater City again." Tang Feng shook his head and said.

"Who is this old man in the painting?" Han Jiang asked.

"Maybe it's just a fictional character. I'm more concerned about who painted this picture?" Tang Feng said.

"Has he been to Heishui City?" Han Jiang blurted out.

"It's not necessarily true, but there must be someone who knows something about Heishui City." Tang Feng said.

"No, I don't think the character on the screen is a fictional character. I always feel like I've seen this person somewhere...Misha?" Han Jiang then shook his head, "No, it's not Misha, who could it be?" ?”

When Han Jiang was muttering to himself, his hands were not idle. He moved the oil painting away, revealing the eighth and last oil painting underneath. At the same time, all three of them heard a crisp sound and looked down. Look, it turned out that an iron box was exposed in the gap between the seventh and eighth paintings.

The black iron box was lying quietly on the eighth painting, Tang Feng was about to reach for the box, "Wait!" but was stopped by Han Jiang.

Tang Feng withdrew his hand in shock, Han Jiang signaled Tang Feng and Makarov to back off, and then carefully reached out to pick up the iron box slowly, Han Jiang weighed the weight lightly, the box was quite heavy, and there was With some slight noises, Han Jiang couldn't figure out what was inside the box, so he gently put the box back on the eighth painting, and then opened the iron box with a little force. Inside was a dagger, and some Needles of different thicknesses and lengths were placed on the cotton, among which the longest and thickest needle was still tied to the rusty dagger.

Makarov only glanced at it, and then he was shocked, "This... this seems to be the guy who dealt with the students by Buldenko back then."

"Oh! You mean that Burdenko used this thing to tattoo the students?" Tang Feng asked.

"Yes, it should be something like this." Makarov said in a low voice.

Tang Feng stared at the rusty needles, and the terrifying pattern appeared in front of his eyes again. No, it was an ancient and mysterious totem.

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Han Jiang covered the iron box again, and then leaned under the bed, "Is there anything under the bed?" Tang Feng asked.

"There are some strange bottles and jars inside!" Han Jiang said, pulling out several bottles and jars. Tang Feng took a closer look. There was a porcelain plate, a military lunch box, and a military enamel water cup.

"What is this for? The person who lived here used to eat with these things?" Tang Feng was puzzled.

"Then there's no need to put these things under the bed!" Han Jiang frowned, staring at the bottles and cans under his feet. He suddenly found that there were many bumps on the white porcelain plate. There is dust on the top, but the bottom is still very dirty, as if something dirty is stuck on it. Looking at the military lunch box and military enamel water cup, there are also many wears and tear. "It seems that these things have been used for a long time, and they are very dirty. .”

"Why are there no knives, forks, or spoons?" Makarov asked.

Han Jiang flipped through the tableware, and then took a photo under the bed with a flashlight, "No, there are indeed no knives, forks and spoons!"

"That's strange. Could it be that this is for animals to eat?" Makarov asked again.

"It's quite possible, the owner of this room has a dog." Tang Feng said.

"Don't worry about these rags, is there another painting here?" After Han Jiang said this, everyone remembered that there was an eighth painting on the ground that they hadn't seen yet?Tang Feng and Han Jiang gently brushed off the dust on the last painting, and they saw a dignified and beautiful woman in the picture, about 30 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a long traditional Russian dress, with the corners of her mouth slightly turned up Alice, with a smile, the whole painting gives people a harmonious and elegant beauty.

"How did a portrait come out?" Tang Feng said in surprise.

Han Jiang and Makarov just looked at the painting quietly without saying anything, as if they were both attracted by the woman in the painting.

The three searched the hut carefully again, but found nothing. Han Jiang shook his head and said, "The owner of the hut will never leave us any clues."

"He has left quite a few things." Makarov said calmly.

Han Jiang and Tang Feng were shocked when they heard what Makarov said, "Old Ma, what do you want to say?" Han Jiang asked.

Makarov shook his head, "No, I don't want to say anything, we did find two very important documents here, both of which are related to Buldenko, so I'm sure now it must be related to Buldenko. "

"Even Buldenko is the owner of this hut." Han Jiang stopped, looked at Makarov, then looked at Tang Feng, "Burtenko was in charge of building No.13 No. 20 bunker in Bureau No.[-], We don't know the specific reason yet, but because of Buldenko's dereliction of duty, the entire bunker was abandoned. After that, Buldenko was severely punished. This punishment lasted for several years until the KGB was about to send the old horse Only by coming here to establish a forward base was Brtenko allowed to commit crimes and meritorious deeds, but Brtenko took advantage of the convenience of the forward base being close to the bunker to secretly train students in the bunker, and this hut may be one of his residences."

Listening to Han Jiang's analysis, Tang Feng sometimes nodded and sometimes shook his head, "No, your analysis sounds reasonable, but there are several loopholes. First of all, why is the forward base located near the bunker? Is this just a coincidence? Secondly, Why did Bultenko train students in the bunker? What ulterior purpose does he have?"

"First, this is indeed a coincidence, perhaps a deliberate arrangement by the KGB, so that waste can be used to make this unused bunker play some role."

"Why doesn't the old horse who is the person in charge of the base know about the intentional arrangement of the above?" Tang Feng retorted.

Han Jiang was speechless, held back for a while, and then said, "That's a coincidence. As for the second point you said, I think Burdenko's purpose in training students in the bunker is for the purpose of Hanhai Micheng. I can't tell now, but he didn't tell Lao Ma that he must have a purpose in training the students in the bunker. Coupled with the student riots in the future, it fully shows that Buldenko took advantage of his position to train this powerful team privately .”

"Okay, even if Buldenko trained this powerful team privately, then he died after all. Judging from the situation of the base riot later, this team still has strong combat effectiveness and organizational coordination after Buldenko's death. capabilities, and even links with some foreign institutions, then the question goes back to the topic we discussed at the beginning. Is Buldenko the leader of this team, or did someone secretly usurp the leadership of this team later? "

Tang Feng asked Han Jiang back, Han Jiang didn't answer, but Makarov said, "I'm more inclined to the latter now, I still can't believe that Buldenko, who has been with me day and night for more than two years, created the current team with us. The enemy team."

"This is just your subjective idea. We already know that this team with eagle and wolf tattoos appeared on the Silk Road as early as the Republic of China. After that, it went up and down several times. Sometimes it disappeared, and sometimes it appeared suddenly. I don't know. Bultenko's goal is not to be in the vast sea, but he is undoubtedly an important part of the organization's long history." Han Jiang said affirmatively.

"Maybe Bultenko is just a pawn in the whole organization, the whole conspiracy?!" Tang Feng said.

"Buldenko? How many secrets are you hiding? What kind of role do you play?" Makarov stared at the roof and muttered in Russian.

(End of this chapter)