I thought he was calling me. After walking over to take a look, he found that Qin Yiheng was holding a board without raising his head.
I didn't ask him what he wanted to do, and in fact I can't ask now.
My only concern is when will the ball of sheep dung in this mouth come out. Listening to Qin Yiheng's speech just now, it doesn't look like he has something in his mouth. He vomited, and I naturally didn't want to suffer from it again.
Bai Kai cut it first and played it later. I heard him retch a few times, and then he was able to speak.
Then Ma Shanchu also made the same movement.
Finally, as if I had been pardoned, I even spit all over the floor with my saliva and gastric juice, and it ended no matter what happened.
I didn't feel it when I kept it in my mouth before, but it was only after I spit it out that I felt the strange taste in my mouth was unstoppable.
I regret that I didn't bring a bottle of mouthwash, and now I can only try to make saliva to relieve it.
Bai Kaidao, Qin Yiheng, damn it, your sheep dung ball has great stamina. I should be drunk. Said Bai Kai came over to take the board in Qin Yiheng's hand.
Qin Yiheng just woke up like a dream, and showed us the board with a flashlight.
It was a dark red plank with weathered edges. Judging from the wood, it should belong to the calcium-deficient type, the kind that can be broken with a little effort.
There are also some blurred words engraved on it.
I took a closer look and was stunned. Unable to bear it, he grabbed Bai Kai's shoulder.
I saw the inscription on the board: Yuan Zhen died on Yimao day of Bingyin month in the year of Jiawu.
Oh shit! Isn't this the time of my death? Why is it now Yuan Zhen's death date? ! !
Bai Kai was in pain from being caught by me, and scolded a few times, Xiao Que, are you going to become a fucking genius? Let it go and let it go. Bai Kai took an urn to my arms and said, Grab this! This feels good!
Qin Yiheng, is this a coffin board? I said to Qin Yiheng.
yes. Qin Yiheng handed me the coffin board and said, Jiang Shuo, Yuan Zhen, the boss of Hongda Group, may have the same fate as you. I finally know why Hongda Group got involved in this matter. You are not alone in this world, and this Yuan Zhen is probably more than what you have encountered.
What I heard was half-knowledgeable. Does the so-called same fate mean that they will die on the same day? In this case, there are many people with the same fate as mine in this world.
I said, Qin Yiheng, I didn't understand. This Yuan Zhen has the same fate as mine, why should he get rich
When are you still thinking about getting rich? Bai Kai took the coffin board and said, Xiao Que, let me show you.
Bai Kai gently scanned the board with his fingertips several times and said, Xiao Que, this board is real. It seems that you were really not the first choice for the true dragon to return to the sun before, and you are the backup tire!
Seeing that I was still puzzled, Bai Kai said again, don't be confused. Isn't this simple? This Yuan Zhen must be older than you, right? When people are strong and alive, I'm afraid you haven't been born yet. So Yuan Zhen was the first choice for the true dragon returning to the sun at that time. It's just that I don't know what method the birdman used to hide all this. This time, people are also getting old, and it just so happens that you have grown up, so everything will come to you.
I finally sorted out some ideas. Is age required for co-authoring True Dragon Returning to the Sun
Only young people can do it? Older ones won't work? Or is there any other requirement
If, as Bai Kai said, Yuan Zhen hid everything, why bother to wade into this muddy water
I said, Qin Yiheng, don't hide it. You are a real dragon. You don't know what happened to Yuan Zhen, do you
I really do not know. If you don't see this coffin board. I never thought there would be anyone like you. Qin Yiheng shook his head and said, I am even more distressed now. I have summed up the clues for so long, and now I am afraid that most of them will be overthrown. If not only you have had these experiences in this world, this Yuan Zhen has also. Then no one can guarantee that more people will have these experiences.
I was stunned, I always thought I might be the hardest person in the world.
Now it suddenly seems like I have found a big family.
I really don't know whether to be happy or sad.
Maybe there are really people who have encountered so many puzzles like me, but from the perspective of the eyes, they may have been liberated, but they were tied to the cover, and only I was left.
It just made me lonelier.
Bai Kai patted my shoulder, Xiao Que, don't think about it. Let's try to find this Yuan Zhen, talk to him face to face, and everything will be easy! Let's see what else is good here first.
Bai Kai started to move the urns out on his own, and soon covered the floor.
There are more urns in this desk than I thought, and most of them are empty.
I don't know how long this Yuan Zhen has been eating, so I can't help feeling a little sympathetic to him.
Hey, there really are! Bai Kai excitedly moved a bigger wooden box out.
The box was very heavy, and it was very difficult for Bai Kai to move it. Finally, Ma Shanchu came to help and finally put the box on the floor safely.
This box is an old-fashioned storage box, covered with a layer of leather, and there are two large copper rings on it. There was no lock, just a brass latch. Bai Kai poked it with his fingers, and the latch was pushed open, and the box opened a crack. A strong musty smell began to come out from the cracks. Several people covered their mouths and noses, and opened the box with flashlights.
The boxes were full, and most of them were individually packed in sealed bags, which looked like police evidence at first glance.
Bai Kai took out a few pieces and found that they were all daily necessities. Probably a product of the 1950s and 1960s of the last world.
There are mugs, glasses, and handkerchiefs.
Take out these things, and then there is a thick stack of paper. The paper package is even more careful, there is not only a sealed bag on the outside, but also a layer of moisture-proof kraft paper inside.
Afterwards there was nothing else in the box but a thick layer of dirt. It seems that the main reason why the box is heavy is the weight of the soil. And the musty smell comes from the soil.
Bai Kai stretched out his hand and poked it, but found nothing in the soil, but made him disgusted enough.
Simply close the box and look at the stack of papers.
Under the flashlight, it is obvious that the paper has turned yellow. The paper may have been soaked in water before, and many are uneven.
These are lined manuscript paper with red stripes on a white background. There is also a unit name written on the header of the manuscript paper, China Academy of Building Research
The handwriting on it is very scribbled, full of flamboyance. I glanced around and found that the records were all trivial matters, most of which were written on it because the person was bored or couldn't find a diary temporarily.
Bai Kai flipped through several pages, but he still couldn't find a signature. It was also impossible to confirm who the author was.
And not only the author, but even the name of a passer-by did not appear between the lines. It seems that this person deliberately avoided when writing these things.
There were too many manuscript papers, and Bai Kai obviously couldn't read them all by himself.
The four of them divided up into a small pile, each fighting on their own.
The stack I got was the last of the whole stack, and it was relatively new. The handwriting also became smoother. Identification is much easier.
I flipped through it first, and before I saw much content, a black and white photo fell out of the paper.
In the photo is a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and having his hair permed. Dress like the eighties. A woolen waistcoat with a shirt underneath.
The young man, grinning and looking down from a high platform, appears small in the photograph. In the corner of the picture, a white flower can be seen, which is far away from the shooting location, and it looks like a group of plants.
I showed the photo to Qin Yiheng, and he looked at it carefully with a flashlight for a long time.
Suddenly raised his head and told me, this is a wreath, look at the outline. And more than one.
When I was reminded by him, I also felt somewhat similar.
I asked, is this man fucking sick? There is a painted circle over there to show that there are dead people, why is he so happy? Is there a deep hatred or what
Qin Yiheng shook his head, I don't think he is really happy. You see, the whole photo does not look like it was staged from the feeling and location of the shooting. This person was probably upper bodyed, standing on a high place and wanted to jump down. Everyone was helpless, so someone snapped this photo.
Cold sweat started to break out on my forehead, and the scene at that time could not be controlled in my mind.
Damn, the co-author died in the end
I recalled the photo of Yuan Zhen, the boss of Hongda Group that Qin Yiheng had shown me before, and it was indeed somewhat similar to the person in the photo, but this photo was not taken at close range, so it is really impossible to confirm.
I had no choice but to put the photo in my pocket first and continue to look at the manuscript paper.
Suddenly I heard Qin Yiheng say, no, there seems to be something in the building. Everyone take the manuscript paper back to read, Jiang Shuo! Give!
Before I could react, another ball of sheep dung was stuffed into my mouth.
I can't speak now, so I can only put the manuscript paper in Qin Yiheng's bag in a panic.
Bai Kai and Ma Shanchu also took the ball of sheep dung from Qin Yiheng in turn, and they both looked uncomfortable.
Qin Yiheng gestured to Bai Kai and Ma Shanchu to put the urn back to its original place, and wiped off the traces we left with a cloth.
He led us to the wall and turned off the flashlight.
My heart was pounding, seeing his expression as if he was facing an enemy, I didn't know what the hell was coming in the building.
I couldn't help but swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.
I was startled when I swallowed my saliva, but I didn't really find anything. Instead, I suddenly felt that the sheep dung ball in my mouth tasted different from the one I ate before.