Chapter 199 Summer’s Mourning (4)
On the four-wheeled carriage, Lu Shanyan looked at the junior with the same surname as himself with admiring eyes.
He urgently wanted to ask where the other person's hometown was, which branch of the clan he was an outstanding descendant of, and when and what month he came to Germany... He knew that such young people would be the future pillars of the new country after the monarchy was overthrown.
After Angers made up part of his identity and background for him, Lu Mingfei naturally became a part of this story and talked with this "grandfather" while driving to Cassel Manor.
Although Lu Shanyan was an official of the Qing Empire, he himself was a pioneer who was determined to destroy this feudal and decadent empire. Lu Mingfei was not very good at this topic. Angers made up his identity as "Berlin Military Academy" "Excellent graduates", so the topic between the two focused more on the future arming of the army and the direction of leading troops to fight.
Lu Mingfei's ideas and theories such as "super genetic modification of the human body and equipped with invulnerable technological armor" made Lu Shanyan listen with great anticipation, while giving way to special tactical theories such as beheading, blitzing, and gang jumping. Shan Yan looked delighted, wishing he could immediately bring this outstanding brother back to the east to overthrow the decadent empire.
The young Cassel Meineke could not say much to the exchange between the two in Chinese. Instead, he noticed that the words of Angers, his old friend, were a little sad, as if they had not seen each other for decades.
The kerosene lamp hanging from the body struggled to disperse the darkness of the outside world. After dozens of minutes of driving, the three carriages arrived at Cassel Manor along the slippery road.
Many people have been waiting here, including a team of doctors and nurses in white. However, they have no interest in the owner of the manor, Count Megnac. Instead, they rush towards the coffin carried by the second carriage, just like Swarms of bees attracted to flower stamens.
Waiting for Meineke were three elderly gentlemen on crutches, and they shook hands one by one. And when they saw the coffin unloaded from the carriage, the golden light in their eyes was as bright as a gas lamp.
Lu Shanyan followed Meineke up the steps and handed over the transaction record. "The transaction record number is 19010666. It was verified to be genuine. The other party delivered the goods but did not collect the money."
"Why?" asked the leading gentleman.
"They thought it was a cursed ominous thing and were eager to throw it away," Lu Shanyan said.
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"If there is really an enemy lying in that coffin who has not yet awakened, what would you do if it were you?" Angers and Lu Mingfei stood in the shadow of the carriage, watching the progress of the story.
"Purify it together with the coffin." Lu Mingfei said without thinking. If he were a member of this secret party, he would use a bolt gun to blast the box into pieces when he was at the dock.
Then he paused slightly and said, "If the enemies belong to the type with a large number, they can be left temporarily before purification for subsequent research on how to purify them efficiently."
The Tyranids belong to this kind of aliens. For example, the Hellfire explosive bombs that are specially designed to deal with insect aliens were developed by a Mechanicus biological sage who has specially studied the Tyranids. The warheads and cores inside them will be Replace it with a bottle of mutagenic acid designed to kill insects. When the bottle is shattered, thousands of needles inside will be injected into the target's body and the acid will also be injected.
"Yes, this knowledge is all wealth, just like we now know from experiments and actual combat that dragons are afraid of mercury and hate sulfur... Maybe they also hide more weaknesses, and these weaknesses are what we can grasp and defeat. Their opportunity,” Angers said.
"Excuse me, when can we start working?" The doctor rubbed his hands and walked towards the three gentlemen, looking excited and impatient. He is the most famous surgeon in Hamburg, Modeler. "This is so exciting. It will be a doctor." An academic miracle.”
The gentleman among the three gentlemen, who was holding a tortoiseshell pipe, smiled and allowed Modler to start his work now. They did not care about the so-called unknown object. The value of this transaction exceeded all other concepts.
"This is the biggest mistake Meineke made. He didn't find professionals to deal with that thing." Ange said quietly, looking sideways at Lu Mingfei, "It's time to turn the page of the story. Come with me. Witness what's inside that box?"
Lu Mingfei nodded, that was why he came here.
"I'm going to be Dr. Modler's assistant. Our people should be by my side to avoid any accidents." He stepped forward to symbolically seek Menieke's opinion.
"There is no need to be so nervous. He has been dead for thousands of years and is now just a dehydrated mummy," Meineke said.
In response, Angers just smiled, with a somewhat sad and sad look on his face. He turned to follow Modler's footsteps. Doctors and nurses gathered around the box and entered the wine cellar under Cassel Manor.
"Ange is a little weird today. He is not the kind of person who is afraid of unknown concepts." Meineke stared at the backs of Angers and his Chinese student.
"His concerns are normal. It is wrong to think about them with our logic, because they do not belong to human beings." The leader, Lord Mayek, said, "Now you should do a good job of vigilance and prohibit the dissection until the autopsy is completed. Anyone entering the cellar!"
"Their servants have been looking for their masters for thousands of years, and be careful of their arrival." said the tall and thin Viscount Charlotte.
"Are you talking about 'Deadpool'? They are already outdated." Meineke showed a confident smile. "This is the era of human science and technology. If they dare to come, they will be greeted by a hail of bullets!"
Behind him, his companions were pouring the adjusted amalgam on the bullets. The bullets used by these people were different, with intricate etching patterns on the surface, with a strong Gandhara style.
The silver metallic liquid seeped into the pattern, faintly emitting blue fluorescence, and then extinguished, as if a beast entered a state of suspended animation after taking a long breath.
"The so-called Deadpools are no different from vampires. Silver ions dissolved in mercury are highly toxic to them."
"Have you ever tested your weapon on Deadpool?"
"No, they haven't appeared for hundreds of years, but I got a theoretically feasible solution based on scientific analysis. I checked a lot of information and conducted chemical analysis on their blood samples..." Meineke He felt a little cramped. Under the gaze of Viscount Charlotte's cat-like dark green pupils, he was as restrained as a student doing his graduation defense.
"Then I hope these new-age weapons of yours are useful." Viscount Charlotte said lightly, his eyes with hidden blades scanning Meniek and the shadows behind him, including Lu Shanyan and Angers who left, there were six people in total. They are all a new generation who joined the Secret Party through Meineke. Their young faces have a look of determination, and their eyes are cold and stern as they face the war with the Dragon Clan.
When he was young, Viscount Charlotte once charged forward with a flintlock gun held high. He was marked by a head of silver hair and was called "Silver Wings" by his companions in the secret party; but no matter how brave the dragon-slaying warrior is, he will age, just like him The proud flintlock gun has withdrawn from the stage of history. The Maxim heavy machine gun, which can shoot 600 rounds of gunpowder bullets a minute, can instantly replicate his killing move ten times... The era of science is coming, and human beings are becoming more powerful. The nightmare that has enveloped them since ancient times has finally come to an end.
Viscount Charlotte smiled and patted Meineke on the shoulder: "This is an era that belongs to you young people. You should have confidence, otherwise this war will not end."
"It's not a new era that belongs to us, but a new era that belongs to the entire human race! And we are getting closer and closer to it." Meineke puffed up his chest.
"I and the other two went upstairs to enjoy English tea. This is the old man's way of facing the changes of the times." The old man turned around and walked slowly towards the stairs. "It's also a good time to discuss the establishment of the college..."
"The old people seem a little sad." Lu Shanyan came over and said softly.
"Don't worry, they are very cheerful and won't be depressed by such a trivial matter," Meineke showed his restless smile, "And we have to travel around the world to kill every evil dragon that harms mankind. Woolen cloth!"
"Are you serious?" Lu Shanyan smiled.
"Of course! Every promising young man will be excited for this goal!" Meineke took off his gloves and raised his hands high in the dark rainy night.
His companions, the members of the new generation of elite "Lion Heart Club" of the secret party, are basically here. A group of fearless young people laughed, exchanged glances and took off their leather gloves in unison. The ancient silver on their right index fingers The ring shone coldly in the darkness.
Meineke wiped their shoulders and walked by, high-fiving each of them in the air. The young man's powerful palm slaps shattered the rain, shattered the silence in the darkness, and also wanted to shatter the dragon clan that enveloped them. Nightmare.
"Am I honored to give you a high-five, Shanyan? The dragon is the symbol of the Qing emperor." He finally stopped in front of Lu Shanyan.
"At the same time, I am also a dragon slayer who is determined to overthrow the monarchy." Lu Shanyan smiled and high-fived Meineke.
He couldn't help but move his eyes to the wine cellar of Cassel Manor, looking forward to the young man named Lu Mingfei becoming his companion.
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In the wine cellar, the rich aroma of wine and oak flows quietly in the wine cellar.
The sharp folding knife in Ange's hand cut through the coffin nails that were half a foot long. The sealed ancient museum revealed a dark narrow gap, and the unknown cyan gas that had accumulated for thousands of years erupted with a sharp and sharp sound. came out, but was immediately sucked away by the human-powered exhaust fan developed by Meineke. The male nurse at the entrance of the wine cellar was stepping on the flywheel "hey hey hey".
After all the coffin nails were cut off, Angers expressionlessly removed the coffin lid, which had become as hard as marble, like opening Pandora's box again.
Doctors and nurses swarmed in. Pandora's box was more like a door to another world. A male nurse raised the kerosene lamp to illuminate it, and everyone could see clearly what was in the coffin.
"Oh my god, this is a miracle in the history of medicine!" Modler pressed his chest and sighed sincerely.
He graduated from the University of Munich and has seen ancient corpse specimens from all over the world in the university museum. Although they are said to be the best preserved, none of them are deformed. Either the skull is distorted and the eyes are protruding, or the limbs are swollen and the burial clothes are broken. ; The so-called ancient corpses with "serene faces and smiling faces" mostly have wrinkled lips exposing broken gums. Apart from admiring the preservation techniques of the ancients, they can never make people feel good.
But what's inside this coffin is completely different.
This is a sleeping Chinese boy with soft skin, warm black hair, and not a single eyelash has fallen off on his gently closed eyes.
But he was indeed dead again. His withered body showed obvious signs of dehydration. His muscles were atrophied and his skin was soaked on the bones, like a dead animal in the desert that had been stored in the dry air for decades.
The boy was wearing a white silk robe, which resembled the Confucian attire of the Han people at that time. It was embroidered with hidden patterns of dragons, phoenixes, peacocks, precious flowers and necklaces. He wore a gold brocade narrow-sleeved coat on the outside, and his head was shaved. , leaving a circle of hair around it, which was exactly the hairstyle of the Xixia Dangxiang tribe at that time;
Gold and silver ornaments, jade beads and coins are scattered inside the coffin. The Chinese boy is lying on the beige moiré brocade with a silver medal at his feet. Everything is just like the moment he was buried in this ancient coffin. , time seems to be sealed, and the past thousands of years are just a snap of the fingers.
Deep hatred and rage emerged from Ange's young face. He clenched the Damascus folding knife in his hand, eager to send the blade mixed with the Philosopher's Stone into the heart of this boy who seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
After a moment, he took a deep breath and calmed down - he could indeed do this, but it was meaningless except giving himself a false sense of revenge. This was just a dream made up of memories, not the real past where time was reversed.
"Do you have any ideas?" Angre turned his head and asked Lu Mingfei beside him.
"Is this a human?" Lu Mingfei frowned slightly. Judging from the appearance, this boy undoubtedly belongs to a human and is a standard human. He is not the kind of human sub-human with impure blood or mutated blood. If necessary, Lu Mingfei He even wanted to test the purity of his skull.
But he soon realized that this method was also inaccurate. After all, the white king's alien skull looked exactly like a pure human skull.
"He looks human now." Angers said, casually reaching into the coffin and picking up the silver medal at the boy's feet - the moment he touched the moiré brocade, the gorgeous brocade collapsed and turned into a piece of Gray dust, those silk fibers after thousands of years, leaving only a gorgeous appearance in vain.
"Ah! These should all be sampled!" Modler waved his hands in pain.
"Do you want to continue watching the foreplay of the story, or jump directly to the climax of the story?" Angers ignored the doctor who looked regretful, rubbed the cold silver medal with his fingers, and continued to ask Lu Mingfei.
"...continue." After thinking for a while, Lu Mingfei said. His eyes were covered with a thin layer of golden mist, and his calm voice was filled with absolute rationality.