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As she spoke, she gulped down the water in her teacup, stood up, and patted his shoulder: "Alright, it's getting late. I don't have time to joke with you anymore. I still need to arrange for people to go up the mountain to find mountain produce."

Jiang Lie grabbed his wrist, his expression serious: "Dad, do I look like someone who would joke around? I knew this was so outrageous that even a normal person would find it hard to believe."

"I have evidence. Sit down and take a look."

"In this bag are what we found on those Japanese soldiers. There are diaries, but we don't know what they record. However, judging from the numbers, they should be the daily death toll after the plague."

When the captain saw him hand over a notebook, he reached out to take it, but then his son said, "Read it while wearing gloves. Although more than 20 years have passed, the virus is unlikely to have survived."

"But it's always good to be careful. You should wear a mask too, that's what my wife said. Anyway, it's always a good thing to be careful."

"...Such a big fuss."

He put on the gloves and mask that were handed to him, took the notebook, opened it and glanced at it. He couldn't understand the Japanese, but he could still recognize the numbers.

"I can recognize the dates, and the numbers are decreasing every day. You're talking about people who have contracted the plague, right? What is all this nonsense? Where did this notebook come from?"

Jiang Lie didn't hide anything and told him everything.

The captain picked at his ear, looking at him with a bewildered expression: "...Boss, I know you don't like jokes, but this is just so unbelievable."

"You mentioned a battalion of Japanese corpses. What was this battalion called? If it was a regular Japanese army unit, even if it was just a weapons transport unit, they should have had numbers, right?"

"Yes, it's written in Japanese, but I can't understand it either. I can see the 114 at the end clearly. It should be something like 'Transportation Team 114'."

Jiang Lie urged, "Dad, my wife said those jars are labeled with plague and cholera. We don't know if there are any other plague jars. We didn't dare touch the jars for fear of getting sick."

"Nobody knows if there will be a risk of leakage during this period, so let's report it as soon as possible."

"My wife knows someone who does biological research. I don't know if he believes it or not, but we can't rely on just one person. We have to take action too."

The battalion commander hesitated for a moment: "The plague is no small matter. If it spreads, it will cause chaos. The Japanese have been gone for many years. How could they possibly still have those plague jars left behind?"

Jiang Lie nodded: "Dad, it's better to be safe than sorry. Our brigade is right at the foot of the mountain. What if the magnetic field goes out of control and the bacteria tank leaks again?"

"As a hunter who goes into the mountains to hunt, I'm afraid I'll be the first to suffer. You don't want to see your son in danger, do you? We need to act quickly; this is the most important thing."

"The mountain produce procurement will take seven days. I'll help you organize people to go up the mountain to dig for the produce. You should go to the commune, the town mayor, and the militia as soon as possible."

The captain looked at the notebook and nodded: "Alright, I trust you. I'll go find someone to report this and see if there's anyone who understands Japanese who can translate it to see what it means."

Jiang Lie nodded: "Yes, Dad. Among the people who come here for reformation, there are those who understand Japanese. Have someone translate it and write it down in Chinese to take with them."

"You mean you want to find the people in the cowshed? Their class background is bad, will it work if you find them?"

"Give it a try. The thing is in the cave. As long as the leader is willing to take a look, the matter will be settled."

"...Okay, I'll go."

The captain was a straightforward man. Once the decision was made, he rushed to find someone to translate it and write it down in another small notebook, watching the man who was trembling all over.

Puzzled: "Professor Xu, why are you shaking?"

The old man, sitting on a wooden bench in the cowshed, broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this, his breathing becoming rapid: "Captain, where did you get the information recorded in this notebook?"

"Don't ask me about this. Just finish translating it and tell me what it says and what it means. I'll at least ask you to go find the commune leaders and the town mayor."

"You'd better translate this carefully, and make sure you don't make any mistakes."

The captain gave a reminder.

The old man nodded emphatically: "I understand, I'll be done soon, just wait a moment."

Half an hour later, another person, whose record was essentially a translated Chinese text, said in a deep voice, "Commander, this mainly records the XXX Company's Transport Battalion 114."

"If we count by the date, that was before the founding of the People's Republic of China. This team was carrying out a secret operation to transport a batch of weapons to the front line, including artillery shells and biological weapons."

"It's germ warfare. You've heard of that, right, Captain? It's an extremely inhumane form of warfare."

The captain said with a stern face, "Hmm, I've heard of it. Go on."

The old man nodded and continued, "When this team was crossing the mountains, which is now Niujiao Mountain, they encountered a problem: one of the bacterial containers leaked."

"Some of them started getting sick, and they had no choice but to temporarily stop in the mountains. They found caves to wait for a while and contacted their superiors for help."

"At first, they didn't know it was a plague. They just thought it was because they were not used to the cold climate in the mountains. Later, as people fell ill one by one, someone opened the boxes and discovered the problem."

"The Japanese soldier who wrote the record became increasingly desperate as he wrote that they had been waiting for a long time without any rescue or any antidote for the plague. They wanted to run away and ask for help."

"But they encountered a maze-like obstacle, unable to escape no matter what they did, and were completely trapped in the cave. During the last two weeks of food scarcity, they started eating R-meat..."

The battalion commander frowned as he listened: "Continue, what else did the Japanese soldier say in this record?"

The old man flipped through the pages and sighed, "Later he said he couldn't take it anymore. Whether it was suicide or murder, I don't know. Anyway, the last number recorded in the diary is..."

"There were three people, and he was probably one of them. It's unclear whether he was eaten, killed, or died of illness by the other two; there's no record of it."

"Ah, so these things are real. There really are these ghostly things in the mountains. Damn it, Lao Xu, you hurry up and come with me to find the Party Secretary and the commune director. We need to report this to higher authorities."

"The captain needs to report this. Do you know exactly where this thing is in Niujiaoshan? According to the records, that place is very eerie and you can get lost in a maze. It's not easy to find, is it?"

The captain pulled him outside: "If you can find it, report it immediately and have them send professionals up the mountain to remove those dangerous things as soon as possible."

"There are still so many people at the foot of the mountain. Who knows when that jar might break and leak? We'd all be in trouble then."

The old man jogged to catch up: "Okay, I understand."

The two rode their bicycles to find the Party Secretary, who then took them to see the commune director. After explaining the situation, they urged the director to go to the town mayor and report the matter to him as soon as possible.