Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 183 Scene 127 The secret party 100 years ago

"Boss, what are you doing?" Someone said behind Caesar. When he looked back, it turned out that Lu Mingfei had come in, rubbing his eyes.

"Stop talking." Caesar glanced at him coldly, then continued to lie at the window and look down.

"Where's the captain? Boss, do you want to work part-time and fly a plane for a while?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Hurry up and wake them all up, something big has happened!" Caesar frowned.

"What's the big deal?" Lu Mingfei still looked confused.

"We crossed."

"Since when did you become so funny?" Lu Mingfei laughed dryly.

"Don't talk nonsense, just go and call if you are told." Caesar rarely got angry, because the chaos in front of him really made him feel confused.

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The lifeboat finally docked. The leading sailor, who was strong, jumped onto the pier and did not use a rope to fix the boat. He just pulled the iron ring on the bow tightly with his hands to prevent him from being pushed away by the tide.

This shows that they don't want to stay for even a second longer. When the deal is completed, they will leave immediately. Although they have been drifting at sea for half a year, they do not seem to be eager to teach the ground, nor are they eager to be hospitable bar girls in the city.

"We are all old friends. Check the goods quickly. If they are correct, we will pay according to the agreed price." Lu Shanyan said in Chinese.

He knew that the real owner of the Queen Mary was a Chinese, but no one knew his identity. The European crew members were only responsible for sailing the ship, and those responsible for the transactions were all subordinates of the Chinese boss, all tough men from the northwest.

The leading sailor, like Lu Shanyan, had a dark braid tied around his muscular neck.

The leading sailor raised his head and shook his head. Lu Shanyan was surprised. He was different from those who had traded in the past.This sailor had a square face, but deep-set eye sockets, and his pupils flickered like a broken lamp. He was a complete stranger.

But the most incredible thing is that his lips were tightly sealed together with black ink lines. This cruel technique made it impossible for him to speak.

Four Chinese sailors carried a dark box from the ship to the shore. The box was sealed with a mottled seal. On the seal was the transaction number 19010666 and the family crest of Kassel. This was the representative sent by Kassel. The seal is made after China inspects the goods on board.

"Angers." Menech waved his hand, and the valuable goods had to be inspected again.

A blond young man wearing pince-nez glasses walked silently to the box. He looked to be only 20 years old, and his handsome face looked a bit childish.

But Lu Shanyan knew that he should not be underestimated based on his appearance alone. This young man named Angers holds a doctorate from Cambridge, both in theology and ancient literature.

Angers took out a folding knife from his pocket, pushed the blade away, and slowly cut along the gap in the lid of the box with a simple and neat technique.

He took a deep breath, raised the kerosene lamp in his hand, and opened a crack in the lid of the box.

Everyone could see the change in Ange's expression. It was unclear whether it was ecstasy, fear or shock. He tried his best to restrain it, but the monocle still left the bridge of his nose. If it hadn't been hanging on the chain, it would have been smashed on the ground. .

He closed the lid again and nodded to Meineke.

"As agreed before, all [-] marks will be paid in silver coins." Meineke clapped his hands, and several strong companions came over carrying boxes filled with [-] marks.

The leading sailor took a few steps back silently, as if he had no interest in this huge sum of money.

He took out a letter he had already written from his pocket, handed it to Lu Shanyan, then bowed respectfully, led a group of sailors onto the lifeboat, and returned to the Queen Mary at high speed.

Everyone looked at Lu Shanyan. Among these people, only Lu Shanyan understood Chinese.

Lu Shanyan read the letter very quickly and was silent for a while.

"The letter said that there is no charge for this goods. This is a cursed thing, and anyone who touches it will die." Lu Shanyan said expressionlessly, "The letter said at the end, goodbye, and he will never trade with us again."

"It sounds like we got an advantage." Menike grinned, "But why do I feel a little chilly all over?"

"Over there." Lu Shanyan looked at the Queen Mary in the distance.

The lifeboats were already on board, and the Queen Mary's whistle was blowing. On this stormy night, the ship actually gave up the opportunity to enter the port. The sailors lifted anchor, set sail again, and sailed towards the dark sea at the highest speed.

Meineke raised his head just as the light beam of the lighthouse pointed at the sky. Thick clouds were rolling in the sky, like a reflection of the undulating waves of the sea below.

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"This is what happened." Caesar described the whole process in a quick and efficient way.

Six people gathered around a table, each with a solemn expression.

"Can you determine which era we are in now?" Chu Zihang asked first.

"About the late [-]th or early [-]th century." Caesar said. The plane was almost descending to the ground and he was able to observe the situation. "I saw a steamship and a city."

"That is to say, 100 years ago." Lu Mingfei shrugged, "Why don't we go to the city to have a look after we land."

"Senior Brother Lu, is it really too reckless? We haven't even figured out what's going on. If there is any danger..." Xia Mi shook her head and said that she had almost guessed who did it. The ghost.

"Actually, I think it's feasible." Caesar pondered for a while, "It's impossible to stay on the plane all the time."

"You can try to contact the outside world first." Chu Zihang also agreed, "After calculation, the plane should land in the forest outside the city."

"Am I the only one who disagrees with the co-authorship?" Xia Mi snorted and pushed Fengel, who was silent next to him, "Senior Brother Greasy, please say something."

"I agree to go out and explore," Fingel said simply, then fell silent again.

"There's something wrong with Senior Brother Greasy..." Xia Mi whispered, "To be so serious..."

Seeing Fingel's expression, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. The matter had gone out of the script of this loser brother, and it had gone out of control in such an outrageous way. Anyone would doubt his life for a moment.

What's more, as the saying goes, the more you know, the more you worry. Fingel's information was second only to him among this group of people, so it was considered a normal reaction.

At this time, the plane landed gently, and the black shadow underneath disappeared in a rush, as if it had never existed.

"Get the equipment, let's set off." Caesar stood up immediately, holding only a "Dictado" and opened the hatch.

"Should I say that the boss is suffering from the second grade disease again..." Lu Mingfei held his forehead helplessly.

"It seems that this special period makes him think that the opportunity to show his leadership style has arrived." Chu Zihang said calmly.

"To the point." Nuonuo commented.

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..."Ange, what do you think?" Meineke turned to ask.

"So you want to throw away this ominous thing quickly?" Angers shrugged, "If it is really such an ominous thing, everyone who touches it will die. Bad luck can run faster than the wind, and there is no way to escape it."

"Well said, no matter how fast bad luck runs, it will bring misfortune to those who are close to it first. Look at how close we get to this thing, I can touch it with my own hands." Menek said with a smile, patting the thing. It's just a big box made of Indian ebony. "Isn't it still fine? There's really no need to be afraid of those weird things."

"But why do these Chinese people nail this box like a coffin?" he added.

Angers looked a little strange, "Meineke, you haven't heard anyone describe what's inside, right?"

He looked around. The eyes of his companions were all focused on the box. Angers slowly pushed the lid open.

Everyone took a breath of cold air. This temporary box made of Indian ebony was a Chinese-style coffin with lotus flowers inlaid with silver lacquer on the black ground. After many years, the paint was mottled and part of the wood was eaten away by insects. , but you can still imagine how finely crafted this coffin was.

Meineke spat into the ground and said in broken Chinese, "Coffin, coffin, promotion and fortune!"

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"There is a manor ahead." Caesar used his hunting knife to chop the branches blocking the road.

"I think we can go in and have a look." Lu Mingfei said.

"What if it's a foreign country?" Xia Mi looked at him with contempt, "Senior Brother Lu is really brainless."

"Haha, call me stupid now, and you will cry and thank me later." Lu Mingfei said without beginning or end.

"Tch, I won't thank you." Xia Mi made a face at him.

"Actually, we cover almost all languages ​​here." Chu Zihang reminded softly, "Chen Motong and I should be able to communicate in English, Fingel can speak German, and Caesar can speak Italian."

"I can speak Japanese!" Lu Mingfei raised his hand as if to show off.

"Well, Lu Mingfei can also speak Japanese." Chu Zihang added.

Xia Mi's face darkened, and then he asked curiously, "Why can Senior Brother Lu speak Japanese?"

"Uh... um..." It was Lu Mingfei's turn to be speechless and carefully observed Nono with his peripheral vision.

"I learned it from my little girlfriend." Nuonuo sneered, "It's still my lover from the previous life."

"Sister, please don't talk nonsense..."

"Okay, stop making trouble." Caesar tried his best to show his leadership style, "We will be at the manor soon. Who will go in and take the lead?"

Several people were looking at each other, and Lu Mingfei suddenly pushed Fingel, "Go away, Fengel!"

"Okay, then Fingel." Caesar snapped his fingers.

"Fuck! Junior brother, are you harming me?" Fingel shouted desperately, he had already returned to his normal state.

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Two dark four-wheel carriages drove into the manor, and the people waiting inside hurriedly greeted them.

It was Meineke who got out of the carriage, and waiting was a pair of doctors and nurses in white.

The doctors and nurses showed no interest in Meineke. They were like a swarm of flies that had seen the cake and pounced on the box brought down by the second carriage.

Meineke climbed the steps and shook hands with the three gentlemen waiting there.

The three gentlemen were all older. The leader had white hair and was leaning on a cane. He was breathing heavily because he had stood for too long. But when the three of them saw the goods from the East, their eyes revealed Comparable to the light of a gas lamp.

Lu Shanyan walked up the steps after Menek, and handed over the transaction record, "The transaction record number is 19010666, and it is 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," said Lu Shanyan.

"Their instincts were right, but they should just push it into the Indian Ocean," said another tall, lanky gentleman.

"Don't worry about this. I don't care about any ominous things. I'm very happy. I never thought that I would have the opportunity to see a humanoid medieval specimen in my life!"

"It's a pity that it's not a living body," Meineke said.

"A living body will not just lie on your operating table." The leading gentleman said, "The anatomy of this specimen will bring us unprecedented detailed information, which will be the key to another world...or maybe A weapon to destroy our world."

Meineke has never seen these three gentlemen so excited. As the highest-ranking elders of the secret party, they always hide their impulses under the faint scent of tobacco and calm tones.

The leader is Lord Mayerko, the one who is tall and thin like bamboo is Viscount Charlotte, and the one who always holds a tortoiseshell pipe is the Marquis Gambert, the vice president of Deutsche Bank.

The three of them, without exception, are engaged in the financial industry and hold nearly half of the country's wealth. This is also the source of Menech's huge wealth for buying antiquities.

"When can we work?" Modler, a famous surgeon in Hamburg, came over and rubbed his hands. "This is so exciting. It will be an academic miracle."

The three elders looked at each other.Finally, Marquis Gambert showed a faint smile, "No, my dear doctor, he is not a miracle in the medical field, but a miracle in the world in the twentieth century... Let's start the dissection now, don't waste time, immediately after the dissection is completed Transfer the specimen.”

He looked up at the rolling dark clouds in the sky. "I know this is the answer. We are definitely not the only ones who know this secret. Such an important specimen will attract flies like freshly baked cheesecake."

"I feel honored to be entrusted with this job. Thank you so much." Modler ran towards the box.

"I'm going to be Dr. Modler's assistant. One of our people should be by my side to avoid any accidents." Angers asked Meniek for his opinion.

"Don't be nervous, he has been dead for thousands of years, and every cell in his body is completely permeable to water," Meineke said.

"Angers' concerns are normal," Lord Mayek said. "Never use our logic to think about their affairs... because they are not human."

Ang nodded and turned to follow Modler's footsteps. The doctors and nurses gathered around the box and entered the wine cellar of Kassel's home.

"Meinek, do a good job of vigilance, cheer up your people, and don't allow anyone to invade the wine cellar at this time, never!" Lord Mayek ordered.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Meineke was stunned. Could it be that a member of the secret party came to visit without notice?
"Hello?" the man outside the door shouted in broken English.

"Such a non-standard English pronunciation, sounds like Chinese." Lu Shanyan said with a chuckle.

(End of this chapter)