Aji said that the remuneration is negotiable, but the entire Menggou Village back then sank to the bottom of the lake.
We don’t know how to dive, and we don’t have any equipment.
Even if we go to the original place to investigate, we can only see the vastness of the lake.
This Fuxian Lake is unfathomable. , the Air Force plane fell into it and there was no way to salvage it.
It was just water.
What could be good to see?
The most ideal thing now is to visit several witnesses at the time and listen to their stories with your own ears.
Lao Xu told Aji that this was impossible.
Menggou Village had been trapped in Fuxian Lake for decades.
At that time, there was only one survivor.
She herself was a goddess.
She saw the villagers beating the zombies to death. , scared to death, fled out of the village desperately, and then took the news outside, at night There was an earthquake near the village.
The rest of the people all heard about what happened from the mouth of the surviving villager.
Now that villager has died long ago, how can a dead man crawl out of the ground and tell you about what is happening now?
People, mostly by word of mouth, are no different from what he said.
Aji was very discouraged after hearing this.
He said so many things.
At that time, there was only one survivor in the village.
He thought what a disaster it would be if the whole village sank to the bottom of the lake.
Maybe the survivor suffered a huge blow and was so frightened that he lost consciousness. , how can you take anything you say seriously when you are caught?
Besides, this person is a goddess who specializes in superstitious activities for a living and is good at deceiving people with evil words.
The words coming out of her mouth are even more unbelievable.
Lao Xu said that although people in that era were unenlightened, they were not so biased in their beliefs.
The reason why everyone believed it was because there was real evidence.
At the end of 1949, the Kuomintang army retreated, and one unit fled to Myanmar via Yunnan.
At that time, a French photographer was reporting with the army.
He and the army passed by Fuxian Lake and accidentally took a photo.
There was something extraordinary in this photo that no one could explain.
Aji was dizzy after hearing this.
If calculated from the time point of view, when the village fell into Fuxian Lake due to the earthquake, it was during the Huaihai Campaign.
The time should be from the end of 1948 to the beginning of 1949.
The Kuomintang army retreated to Myanmar at the end of 1949. thing.
There was almost a whole year between the earthquake and the taking of the photos.
This French photographer was able to record something incredible with his camera.
Lao Xu said, Comrade Ji, don't always think that I am just talking nonsense, and don't make random guesses.
Seeing is believing.
Let's go over and take a look.
You will know it yourself.
Aji was dubious, so he and Lao Xu came to a house in the county.
The head of the household was a middle school history teacher and a relative of Lao Xu in the county.
He liked to collect various documents and materials.
There were many old newspapers and archives from before liberation at home.
It may not be possible to find it here.
Lao Xu asked his relatives to rummage through the boxes and find a newspaper, pointed to one of the pages, and asked Aji to read the news carefully.
Aji saw that there was a blurry black and white photo in the newspaper.
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The photo was not very clear.
Then he printed it on the newspaper with ink.
After many years, the newspaper had turned dark yellow and almost no details could be seen.
He looked at it for a long time and could barely tell that the photo was a village.
There was a stone tablet at the entrance of the village.
The writing was difficult to read.
Next to the stone tablet was a dead man with his head missing.
In front of the dead body, there was a man standing with his back turned.
He seemed to be carrying something.
He was holding something, there was a dead tree not far away, and everything around him was blurry.
Aji stared at the photo for a long time, and then looked at the press release next to it.
However, the newspaper was not well preserved and many words could not be read clearly.
Seeing that it was getting late, he left and went out, found a snack bar to have dinner, and asked for advice at the same time.
Lao Xu, what’s going on with the photos in the newspaper?
After drinking two ounces of white wine, Old Xu couldn't stop talking.
Of course, most of the content was told by his teacher relative.
He said that the scene where this photo was taken was exactly the scene in Menggou Village just before the earthquake.
Anyone who has been to that village can recognize it at a glance.
Aji was even more confused: "Master Xu, are you talking nonsense while drunk?
You said earlier that when the French took this photo, the village had sunk to the bottom of Fuxian Lake for nearly a year due to an earthquake.
Why are you saying it was an earthquake now?"
Isn’t this inconsistent the moment before it happened?”
The driver, Lao Xu, had limited education and his tongue was shortened after drinking.
He continued to explain with gestures and pictures for two hours before Aji gradually got some clues.
It turned out that at the end of 1949, when a certain unit of the Kuomintang retreated here, a French reporter who accompanied the army to report on the war news passed by Fuxian Lake.
At that time, a large cloud of thick fog suddenly poured out of the lake, and a mirage-like illusion appeared in the fog, including cottages.
Everyone could still remember it.
The Frenchman quickly took out his camera and pressed the shutter button to take a photo.
Then a strange wind suddenly picked up and the thick fog quickly dissipated.
If he wanted to look again, he would not be able to see it again.
The newspaper that published the news at that time did not know the specific location of the village looming in the fog, so the newspaper only said that a rare spectacle appeared in Fuxian Lake, which was similar to a mirage.
It had been recorded many times in history, but it was not known by others.
It is the first time to record it directly with a camera.
However, when the locals saw this photo, they all recognized it as Mengdog Village.
There were only a few dozen households in that village.
The dead people lying in front of the stone monument were zombies fished out of the lake.
The initial photo was quite clear and could See what zombies look like.
The photos in the newspaper were blurry, and the originals were nowhere to be found, but this discovery still shocked Aji.
He really wanted to know what happened before Mengdog Village sank to the bottom of the lake, and he wanted to collect more materials.
At this point, I could no longer suppress my curiosity and decided to go to Fuxian Lake with Lao Xu to conduct on-site investigation and strive to obtain first-hand information.
As the geological faults eroded and expanded, the lakeshore continued to move backwards.
Before liberation, the small village was already remote and had been submerged by the lake for many years, so Old Xu only knew its approximate location.
The transportation in that area was inconvenient, so the two went to great lengths to bring some dry food with them.
If they had a car, they would take a ride or if they didn't, they would walk. , the water and sky are one color, and the dark green lake water is like a huge velvet carpet, spreading to the distant sky.
The traces left by the earthquake in the past are still preserved on the mountain section in the distance.
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Lao Xu was familiar with the ground and pulled out an abandoned wooden trough boat among the reeds.
This kind of boat is made of two troughs on the front and back of a big piece of wood.
It is extremely simple and can accommodate two people sitting on it and rowing to the lake to catch fish.
Fish, he said that the location where the lake sank was in this area, and he could take Aji to the location where the village sank to have a look
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