I took out the US dollars I had exchanged and walked to the ticket office.
The little foreign girl locked the window with a click and hung up a small sign.
I took out the brochure and searched for it for a long time, then said to the fat man: "The conductor has to rush back to feed the baby after get off work.
I'm afraid he won't be able to entertain us two Chinese tourists who have come from afar."
When the fat man heard that this trip was in vain, he kept complaining that it was my poor English skills that led to the current predicament.
I said you, a person who can't even read Chinese pinyin, should stop pretending to be knowledgeable.
What we have to do now is to find Shirey Yang.
If we continue like this, we will live on the streets and lose our ancestors' face in a foreign country.
The fat man said that he might as well ask the security guard in the reception room to inquire.
I thought this method was feasible, so I held up the brochure and found a security guard patrolling the square to ask about Shiry Yang's situation.
The foreigner's Chinese proficiency is limited, and my spoken English is even more incompetent than a bald person holding an umbrella.
After communicating for a long time, I didn’t even know what the other person was talking about.
He was so anxious that he wanted to pull out a gun and kill himself.
I quickly comforted him, ok, ok, iok.
The fat man said that the psychological quality of American soldiers was too poor.
No wonder they couldn't defeat our People's Liberation Army.
What I said was wrong.
This brother is just a security guard.
He belongs to the ranks of the militia at most.
He is not a regular army of the government.
We should not make too many demands on others.
Being able to understand "Hello" is already very good.
Just like the red scarf people over there now say "heo", it's the same reason.
It was getting late, and the searchlights were already on in the square.
Hanging around outside the museum was not a long-term solution.
I said to the fat man: "It's not an option to wait forever.
Who knows which door Shirey Yang will come out from.
We can't Instead of sitting back and waiting for death, take the initiative.”
The fat man said: "That's what I mean, or we can just follow the old rules and turn in."
I looked at the terrain around me and said, "No, the walls of the museum are too high and the shape is irregular.
We have to find a new way.
If it doesn't work from above, we can go underground."
The fat man was overjoyed and said, "Old Hu, it is indeed a trench.
Friends here, we want to go together.
To tell you the truth, I brought something with me on this trip."
After that, he opened the zipper of his backpack and revealed a shovel head.
I grabbed my backpack and asked, "Why did you come all the way to the United States with this thing?
Didn't you promise not to make a living by doing tricks in the future?
Comrade Wang Kaixuan, I'm beginning to wonder what kind of business you did in Japan.
Frankly, Be strict and come quickly."
The fat man said: "Even if there are any valuable antiques in such a big and shabby place like Japan, they are condolences given by our ancestors during the Tang Dynasty.
I wonder what they are for.
The engineer shovel is for you and Shiry Yang to get married."
He patted me on the shoulder and continued: " Think about it, Shiry Yang is a Taoist priest, Lao Hu, you are a gold captain, and the two of them developed deep revolutionary feelings because of their fighting.
When you are overjoyed, you must not have an engineer shovel.
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As a witness, as a brother, I have prepared everything for you."
Only the fat man could come up with such an evil idea.
Not only did he dare to think about it, he also dared to put it into practice and bring the things out.
I couldn't help but praise him for being prepared for a rainy day and having the legacy of the famous Prime Minister Kong Ming.
The two of us walked around the outside of the museum several times and found a fountain park next to the square.
There was a barbed wire fence at the end of the park, and it was only separated from the large flower garden in the museum by a wall.
The two of us calculated it together and felt that the flower garden and the park forest area should be connected.
So the two bought another tent and pretended to be tourists camping in the park.
We chose a forest with dense foliage to camp.
We calculated the distance from the forest to the central garden of the museum.
We estimated that the work would take up to half an hour.
Two people took turns digging holes and scattered soil, and there was a tent for shelter.
It was really better than spending time in the museum.
It's much better to just wait at the door.
As Chairman Mao said: A happy life must be created by your own hands.
Later, Shiry Yang told me that the sewer channels in the United States had been well constructed as early as World War II.
Our method of digging holes in the soil was actually unnecessary.
But that’s all for later.
At that time, Fatty and I dug an underground tunnel from the woods directly to the museum garden.
We were very excited.
We felt that after returning to China, we could pass on this valuable experience to the relevant departments and report it as a successful case of stealing US military intelligence. , maybe they will hire us as staff officers of the Ministry of National Defense with a high salary at that time.
The fat man held a straw nest on his head, patted the soil and asked: "Old Hu, have we already come in?"
I looked around and found that the security guard who had talked to us earlier was standing outside the barbed wire fence smoking, so I said to the fat man with certainty: "We have successfully penetrated into the enemy.
The next step is to find Comrade Shirey Yang who is in charge of the connection."
The fat man nodded: "Do you know where Lao Yang is?"
I said she said on the phone that she was working in a research institute.
I didn’t think it was in the exhibition area, but maybe in the buildings behind the museum.
The fat man said, "What are you waiting for?
Let's act quickly.
After finding Staff Yang, we can have an American meal."
After entering, I realized that the museum was surprisingly big.
Fatty and I had a hard time finding it, but we still couldn't find where the research laboratory that Shirey Yang mentioned was located.
The fat man was anxious: "It's not a good idea for us to wander around the enemy area like this all the time.
Why don't we sneak in first?"
I said, "Are you thinking about the things collected in other people's museums?
This is not Douli.
You want to If you dare to act casually, international disputes are inevitable.
Sino-US relations will once again be in dire straits.
"Fat man said, stop talking nonsense, why is it I am the one who makes mistakes every time."
We chose a building that looked the largest and most majestic, and wanted to blend in first.
I tried pushing the glass door, but it was open.
The fat man said: "The Americans underestimated the enemy too much.
Such an important place was not locked."
I said that not every tourist would use such a special method to sneak in like us.
Their carelessness is understandable and cannot be considered a crime.
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Serious dereliction of duty.
Because it was closed time, there were no lights in the exhibition area, and only the moonlight shone through the glass windows on the ceiling.
The whole museum looked eerie, especially the ancient armors and human figurines, which were even more eerie than when they were in the tomb.
Even scarier.
The fat man got dizzy in the exhibition area and asked me where the research institute was.
I leaned on the wall and read the tourist guide for a long time, and finally said with confidence: "Look, this place says no, which means no.
I guess that is the working area, so ordinary tourists are not allowed in."
The fat man nodded and said that my analysis was very reasonable.
The two of them walked all the way in along the route marked on the guide, and soon arrived at the door of the room with "no" written on it.
The fat man leaned against the door and listened for a while, then said happily: "It's right here, there's a voice inside.
I didn't expect that Americans also work three shifts."
As a courtesy, we knocked on the door before entering.
Unexpectedly, after entering, it turned out to be a large, dark warehouse with rows of display racks filled with antiques.
No one was seen alive.
I asked the fat man: "Did you hear someone talking just now?"