Chapter Thirty: Huang Daxian and Grandfather

  After the cultural relics appraisal expert had settled a series of things, Huang Daxian had just finished his daily record when something happened.

  The young man Chen Wu in the team disappeared, taking away the records of the team. The cultural relics appraisal expert died. With this incident, a series of strange things followed. People in the team died or went mad. What happened to Huang Daxian was even more bizarre. He clearly fell asleep, but found himself waking up by the river without clothes and shoes. His body had some ancient ornaments on it. In just a few days, more than 60 people in the team died one after another. There were no wounds on their bodies, but he knew that his teammates' deaths must have been caused by something internal.

  That day, Huang Daxian buried his comrades who had just died. He returned to the camp and suddenly found someone inside.

  At that time, the only one left in the camp was him, even those people sent by the higher-ups were all dead. Huang Daxian's heart was very clear, who would be in this vast desert? At this moment, he thought of a person.

  Chen Wu

  The bodies of those people were buried after he had pointed them out, but one person was missing, Chen Wu who had gone missing.

  He suspected Chen Wu.

  He immediately took out his gun and rushed over. At that time, Huang Daxian was only in his early twenties, but he had a very big temper. As for Chen Wu, who he thought was the enemy, Chen Wu would not disappear without reason, and his teammates would not die one after another. He had long wanted to kill him, and this matter must have something to do with Chen Wu.

  When he rushed into the camp, when he saw that person, he almost went crazy, his eyes wide open, staring stupidly at this person in front of him: wasn't this little Chun whom he had just buried?

  He had never encountered such a thing and was at a loss for a while.

  Xiao Chun, who had been confirmed dead, was actually standing alive in front of him? Then who was the person buried in the sand pit outside?

  At this thought, he trembled all over, and when Xiao Chun saw him holding a gun, she immediately burst out laughing: "Huang, where are you going with that gun? It's so late already, are you still worried about the enemy sneaking in at midnight? Look, isn't Zhang Qing on night watch outside?"

  Hearing this, Huang Daxian was stunned, the gun in his hand still raised, and only one thought in his mind: there's another Zhang Qing outside? That kid Zhang Qing was buried by him personally.

  He stiffened his neck and looked through the tent at a familiar figure leaning against the tent, humming that little tune.

  Boom! Just like a thunderbolt from heaven, it blasted him whole.

  He rushed out of the tent in a flurry, with Zhang Qing's singing voice still echoing behind him. He couldn't care about anything else anymore and hurriedly ran to the iron plate riverbank to dig vigorously into the sand.

  Because under their feet were buried those people.

  He didn't know who was in the tent, nor did he know if he was hallucinating or had gone mad.

  He always believed in what his eyes saw, he believed more in what he did, those people buried by him were already dead.

  This is contradictory.

  Looking at the corpses I dug up, those familiar faces, completely bloodless.

  Who are those people?

  Ah...

  He yelled, and the whole person was like a madman. Zhang Qing, who was on night watch, rushed over upon hearing the noise. Zhang Qing was now behind him, and Huang Daxian turned his head around. He would never forget how Zhang Qing looked when he saw someone lying in the sand pit who looked exactly like him.

  Zhang Qing's face turned pale as if struck by lightning, and he retreated backward, shouting in terror: "Who is that? That's not me!"

  He didn't know what words to use to describe the Zhang Qing he saw, that face had no idea that a dead self would be lying in the sand pit, wearing exactly the same clothes.

  Zhang Qing kept shouting in his mouth: "That's not me, that's not me..."

  A loud "bang" sounded, and the gunshot rang out. The forehead of Zhang Qing, who had just been shouting in front of him, now had a thumb-sized hole in it, with fresh blood gushing out, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

  As he watched Zhang Qing fall to the ground, he inexplicably let out a sigh of relief. Then, following his line of sight, taking advantage of the faint moonlight, he didn't know why he had cried out loud.

  Chen Wu

  At this time, he hastily raised his gun and nervously pointed it at Chen Wu.

  "Hurry up and bury the brothers, don't let those people find out." Chen Wu was very calm, he quickly pulled the person who had just died into the pit, took a shovel and threw sand down.

  Huang Daxian was stunned for a moment, as if he had suddenly understood something. He hastily buried the bodies with sand.

  After dealing with the body, Chen Wu took him to a desolate place.

  Huang Daxian gasped for air and asked him: "What's going on?"

  At first he had a thousand reasons for wanting to kill Chen Wu, but now he hadn't expected things would turn out like this.

  Chen Wu hung his head low, his face looking somewhat unsightly. Finally, he slowly raised his head and said, "Don't get involved in this matter anymore, it's too cruel."

  Huang Daxian hastily opened his mouth, he was afraid that Chen Wu wouldn't tell him: "No, you have to tell me, how did they...".

  He had always been very firm in his beliefs, but now this matter had shaken him and made him waver.

  He suspected that his faith all along had been wrong.

  Chen Wu looked at him with profound eyes and said, "Huang Du, I admire you, but what's happening now has exceeded our imagination. It's not something we can handle. We must stop them."

  "My brothers are dead, we must take down those people." Chen Wu's face was resolute.

  "If those people were let out, what kind of panic would it cause? The whole world would be in chaos."

  Huang Daxian opened his mouth, and his eyes were filled with tears. He asked hoarsely, "Who are they?"

  Chen Wu heard this and shook his head violently, his expression somewhat unstable. He still replied, "I don't know who they are..."

  "They are all human lives......" Huang Daxian hesitated, he didn't know if he could bring himself to take action against them.

  Then, Chen Wu pressed his shoulder and said: "Listen to me, our brothers are already dead. Those who are not familiar with us may have been discovered by the enemy, maybe they are disguised as enemies. Enemy, you know what to do?"

  "Defending our home and country is our duty, no one can shrink back at the critical moment. Even if we die, we must die with some glory. Let's go and wipe out those turtle bastards."

  Chen Wu's firm voice immediately entered Huang Daxian's heart, and Huang Daxian thought to himself: he came here to protect the country, attack the enemy, infiltrate the enemy army, and gather various information as the main goal. How could he hesitate between 'lust' and life?

  "He's got a grudge against our country, let's take out those turtle sons and see if they dare to enter our country again." He raised the gun in his hand, saying with a face full of indignation.

  Immediately afterwards, the two of them killed all those people who looked exactly like the ones in their reconnaissance team.

  "It really killed all the people, a total of about sixty...". When I heard this, I couldn't help but be shocked. It was indeed as Yu Gang had guessed, Huang Daxian had killed all those people.

  There are various versions of the story about the reconnaissance team in 1950. Some people say that the brothers who died were killed by Huang Daxian alone, while others say they were discovered by the enemy and killed, with Huang Daxian being the only one to escape. Regardless of which version is true, it all revolves around killing.

  No matter how the person in that story died, I used to just listen to it as a story, but now, after experiencing so many strange and bizarre things, I will definitely seriously analyze each version.

  But what the old professor said was not at all like the rumors, which didn't help me in any way and instead made me fall into that vortex, eagerly wanting to know if Chen Wu is my grandfather?

  I once remembered Huang Da Xian telling me that my grandfather was in that unit too.

  Yes, I didn't know my grandfather's name because my grandmother never mentioned it to me. I once asked her what my grandfather's name was and why he had the surname Chen. At that time, my grandmother's face turned very pale, and she even used a broom to hit me. From then on, I knew that the two words "grandfather" were taboo in our home and couldn't be mentioned.

  I know I have a grandfather and a father, but I never knew their stories.

  And I also clearly know that I am not a single family, it's just that 'grandma' and mother never mention things, making me more stubborn. Now I have some information about them, I will be stubborn and pursue the truth.

  The old professor glared at me for a moment, as if blaming me for interrupting his speech.

  I suppressed my curiosity and listened attentively as he finished the rest of what he had to say.

  Chen Wu and Huang Daxian took some time to kill all of them, about sixty or so, the entire team was left with only the two of them.

  That night, the two of them sat in the tent. Chen Wu sighed and said: "Huang Dui, let's be honest with each other here. The things we've been through, even if we report back to our superiors, they won't believe us. Why don't you just go somewhere where no one knows you and start over? Forget everything that happened."

  Huang Daxian nodded and said, "Then let's go together. The people in the team are all dead, and there is no one to report to the superiors. They don't even know what happened. I think if we go back, it's definitely not good, we will be caught and shot. It's just a pity that we can't stand on the front line and kill the enemy again."

  In those years, even a slight rumor could lead to murder and arson, let alone something as big as this.

  Chen Wu shook his head and said, "Huang, you take that box with you and let me go back to report."

  Huang Daxian was shocked and asked: "No way, you will definitely die if you go back."

  "I'm alone and have nothing to worry about, but you, you have a family, once the storm passes, you can find them and live together."

  Finally, Chen Wu convinced Huang Daxian with this method.

  The next morning, Huang Daxian did something. He knocked Chen Wu unconscious with a stick and put him in the tent: "Brother, I'm sorry, you're still young, I can't let you go to your death, I'll report to the higher-ups that it's my duty."

  He left a letter, letting Chen Wu take the box alone and leave this place to change his name and hide.