Before Chen Pei could say anything more, he rushed towards Chen Pei regardless of the situation, hugged Chen Pei, gritted his teeth, exerted his strength with his fingers, squeezed out the juice from the onion in his hand, wiped it on his eyes, and his tears were like spring water.

The same sound flowed out. I cried with tears streaming down my face: "Grandpa! Grandpa! It's me! It's me!"

This touching scene attracted several old people, and I quickly explained in a low voice: "I am a friend of Grandpa Chen's grandson. Grandpa Chen is old and admitted the wrong person. I will go and pay the fee and I will be here in a minute."

, paid some fees for the "value-added services" of the nursing home as compensation for this "interview", then rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and fled.

Seeing that it was still early, I drove straight to the Shanghai Urban Construction Archives at No. 10 Songyuan Road. This was my third time here, so of course I was familiar with the roads. I made my way to the reception desk and said, "I want to access the Beijing Archives."

Architectural archives of No. 1623 West Road. "No. 1623, Beijing West Road, is the address of the Shanghai Medical Association. I saw this house number when I was walking around the small Masonic building at noon.

After a while, the receptionist came back and said, "Sorry, sir, the information in this place is not included."

"No?" I asked in surprise, "Is it lost or not?"

"Yes, yes, the information label shows that it is the building of the Shanghai Medical Association, but there is no relevant building information under the label." The receptionist replied politely and patiently.

"Is there any file for No. 1622 or 1624?" I asked quickly. As soon as I said this, I immediately realized that I had asked a stupid question. 1622 and 1624 are even numbers, and they are across the street from No. 1623. I quickly changed my words.

He said: "Wrong. Do you have the information on No. 1621 or 1625?"

No matter how patient the receptionist was, she couldn't withstand my troubles. But although her face looked a little ugly, she still went back to help me search.

After a moment, the receptionist turned back and said: "Sir, there is no No. 1625 on Beijing West Road. No. 1623 is the last number east of the intersection of Beijing West Road and Jiaozhou Road. After Jiaozhou Road, it is No. 1701, Beijing West Road, which is the building of China CITIC Bank.

Already."

I nodded and said, "What about 1621 Beijing West Road?"

The receptionist couldn't help it anymore and said angrily: "No! There is no such house number! There are only No. 1617 and No. 1619 on Beijing West Road, and then skip No. 1621 and go to No. 1623! Do you have any questions? If not,

There are people waiting behind you!"

I turned around, and an old aunt with gray hair on her temples looked at me coldly with an unkind expression. I immediately ran away with a guilty conscience, leaving no trace behind.

Strangely, the urban construction archives in Shanghai have the most comprehensive information among all urban construction archives in the country. I previously checked Chen Ziqi’s West Palace Villa and Gu Zhiqiang’s Jiushi Western Suburb Garden Villa, and the information was all correct. But why?

When it comes to No. 1623 Beijing West Road, there is no information at all?

Could it be that there was a Freemasonry operating behind the scenes, keeping all the construction data confidential or directly destroying it?

Seeing that it was getting dark, I had a haphazard dinner, then returned to Beijing West Road, parked the car, carried my backpack, and wandered around outside the small Masonic building where the Shanghai Medical Association was located.

This small Masonic building is located in the southeast of Beijing West Road and Jiaozhou Road. The three copper doors are always closed, and a row of windows on the east side. The carved copper window lattice with strong Western classical architectural style has a sense of age.

, there is a small door in the middle, with the house number "No. 1623, Beijing West Road" hanging on it. The small door on the east side is always closed, and it seems to be a small courtyard inside.

I suspect that this small door that has always been closed may be the missing "No. 1621". To the east of it is a residential building with the house number 1619.

On the back side of this small building is a small alley called "Zhaojiaqiao Road". On this road, the Masonic small building also has a door with a copper lion's head knocker on the door. It looks dilapidated. This one

There is a small hole on the upper left side of the door. I thought about the location and function of this hole, but I couldn't figure it out. It is neither for drainage, nor does the pipe of the range hood protrude. What is this hole for?

Used?

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Freemasonry site and street map

The back door on Zhaojiaqiao Road. Have you noticed the small hole on the upper left side of the door?

Close-up of small hole

I walked around in such detail, but found nothing special. This is a bustling area in the city center, with people coming and going, and traffic. If I could see something fishy from the outside, wouldn't it have been investigated long ago?

So, as the saying goes, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs! Lin You, let's go!

I walked near the three copper doors and found that there was a "FamilyMart" convenience store opposite. It was open 24 hours a day and had tables and chairs for resting. It was a very suitable surveillance point, so I walked in and picked up the uncle's

"Tomb Robbery Notes", quietly waiting for nightfall.

On the page with the two keys, there is an arc-shaped pattern drawn next to it, and twenty-four words are written on the inside of the arc: "The breeze is coming, the flute is melodious, and the one who is escaping... Fuxi and Nuwa

, give me the magic staff, and rest in peace.”

What the hell is this? Uncle, are you still playing word games with me?

Then I thought about it, this notebook must contain many unknown things. If there were no confidentiality measures, the consequences would be disastrous.

I kept glancing at the door of the Masonic building from time to time, but no one came in or out. At around 9:30, an old man came out of the open door on the east side, closed the door and locked it, and walked away shakily.

Next, the small building lost all light and fell into silence.

I lingered for more than half an hour before I put down the comic book and bought two packs of wet wipes, a pair of stockings, a bottle of alcohol and a pair of masks at a FamilyMart convenience store. They didn’t sell cigarettes in the FamilyMart convenience store, but when I arrived, I had to commit crimes alone.

When I'm out, I always want to take a cigarette to calm my mind. Recently, my addiction to cigarettes has become more and more intense. I don't know if it's because Chen Ziqi dragged me into taking drugs.

I ran to the cigarette shop outside and bought a pack of cigarettes, and took two long puffs. I found a secluded corner, looked around to see if there was no one around, so I very obscenely took out the stockings I just bought, and with a "squeak" sound, I pulled off one of my legs.

Come down.

Huh? Why does the sound of tearing stockings sound so pleasurable? Am I evil...

I used a cigarette butt to burn two holes in this half of stockings, stuffed it and the keys left by my uncle in the left and right pockets respectively, and burned the rest directly with a lighter to avoid leaving any evidence.

After doing this, I walked across the street with a swagger and worry. This mysterious building was getting closer and closer to me. My heartbeat began to accelerate. It is impossible to fight against the world's number one shadow government without some physiological reaction.

, even if it has withdrawn from mainland China.

There were so many people passing through the doors along Beijing West Road that I couldn't find a chance to do anything. But I had no choice but to go around to the door at the back, quickly take out the tin foil unlocking tool, insert it decisively and violently, and shake it a few times.

Well, it stands to reason that even the security door should be opened.

However, the lock did not respond.

What's going on? I shook it a few more times, but there was still no movement.

A middle-aged uncle passed by, and I quickly turned around, leaned against the door, looked at the sky, and whistled.

It's really exciting to commit a crime in public.

I looked at this extremely weird and helpless door, sighed, and turned to the door under the house number 1623, Beijing West Road. Gritting my teeth, I quickly inserted the key, shook it a few times, and finally opened the door.

Opened in response.

I quickly stepped in sideways and closed the door. I lowered my head and put on my stockings. The two holes burned by the cigarette butts were pointed at my eyes. I looked like a robber. I looked around and saw no red light. It seemed that there were no guards here.

It was so tight that it didn't even have a night vision camera. So I turned on my flashlight and walked quickly to the back door, only to find that the lock had been broken. No wonder I couldn't open it just now.

So, the door through which I came in was the only one in the entire building that could lead to exit? My heart dropped, and I groped deeper.

In addition to the very classical decoration inside, this building is just an ordinary office building. After being renovated by the Shanghai Medical Association, it has become more modern. In a large conference room, there are also cameras and projectors for video conferencing.

and curtain.

I walked through the middle corridor and walked to the west side. The west side is the inside of the three bronze doors. The wall there is arc-shaped, which is very similar to the arc shape in the uncle's tomb robbing notebook.

resemblance.

As we were approaching the end of the corridor, a simple repetitive sound gradually sounded, click, click... I quickly raised my flashlight to shine it. In the dim light, I seemed to see someone standing on the wall on the right side in front of me.

A person, motionless.

In this pitch-black place, there is a person standing blankly against the wall? What kind of rhythm is this?

My heart almost jumped into my throat, and the light of my flashlight hit the ground. I stared at the man, not daring to take a step. The man didn't seem to pay me any attention, and he just stood there leaning against the wall.

I bravely walked over and finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was not a person at all, but a clock almost as tall as a person, with the head of a goddess carved on the top.

That clicking sound that keeps repeating is made by this clock. (See the picture below)

That clock probably looks like this. This is not the original picture, just a schematic diagram.

The statue of the goddess on the clock looks like this. This is not the original picture, just a schematic diagram.

Since it was a false alarm, I didn’t wait any longer and continued to move forward. Soon, a curved hall appeared in front of me. On the wall of the hall, there were several photos hanging, showing the visits of successive leaders from the central and local governments.

A group photo taken by the Shanghai Medical Association during its guidance work. The locks behind the three copper doors were also destroyed.

Between the three bronze doors, there are two identical statues, both of which look like a snake spiraling up. It is extremely weird and daunting. However, why do these two statues look like they have been seen before?

Putting aside this, I walked around the hall a few times and looked around. Apart from seeing some Western legendary figures painted on the high ceiling, I didn’t see any mechanisms. According to the information above, Shanghai

The Municipal Medical Association moved here in 1951. In the past nearly 60 years, if there was any mechanism, wouldn't it have been discovered long ago?

Just when I was confused, suddenly, the sound of the door opening came from the other end of the corridor!

I was shocked, but the hall was surrounded by walls and there was no way to avoid it. I could only hide next to the statue on the left side. The statue was completely hollow and only half a person tall. How could anyone hide there? I was silent in my heart.
Chapter completed!