Before coming, I was mentally prepared to a certain extent. Although Bai Ye usually looks dishonest, he does act dishonest most of the time, but this is on the premise that he doesn't pay attention to this matter.
But like this time, once Bai Ye is very serious, then I know that this is a more important thing.
And Bai Ye asked Chongyang to follow along. Although these two people are considered to have a good relationship with me, their friendship is not deep, but they can say a few words when they are with me. Bai Ye asked Chongyang to accompany him. Naturally, he would not miss Chongyang because he was lonely and intolerable, but because this incident was related to Chongyang.
I have not known Chongyang for a long time, but I am very concerned about his affairs. This is also one of the reasons why I came to hang back to the old shop.
I looked at Chongyang, who was sitting on the sidelines, and was reading my phone. I guess I was playing WeChat. This person has a strong curiosity about the world. WeChat is relatively easy for him to operate, and he can access more instant information. He also likes it, but since I found out that all his friends are forwarded similar:
Ninety-nine percent of Chinese people are turning...
The Korean said that as long as there are more than one hundred collections, they would apologize to Zhao Liying.
Oh my god! Rice can’t be eaten like this!
A secret that 99% of Chinese people don’t know.
From then on, I began to screen out those official accounts and Moments for him, which was a vicious killing of the evil spirits in the Moments of Chongyang.
"Don't play." I patted him, "Hey, visiting the official account is a lot of data. Go out and find a guy to ask for the wifi password. Go go go go and go."
Chongyang looked dumbfounded by me.
When only I and Bai Ye were left in the study, I sat down and looked at Bai Ye, "What is this picture? Let’s talk about it."
"You tell the truth, what's the matter with this person?" Bai Ye sat opposite me and looked at me, "I found out that he had a problem very early, and his fate was awkward. In these two photos, it is the same person. Right."
"It's the same person, even though it was taken in black and white, I can still recognize him. I returned to Inner Mongolia for the Chongyang incident. I went to the underground garage that day and met him."
"Underground garage? Did he steal your car?"
"No." I shook my head. "Where did I steal the car from him. He seems to have been sleeping in the underground garage, and only woke up when I went."
Bai Ye smiled bitterly, "I kept it deep enough, tell the truth, is there a problem with him."
"I don't know," I shook my head. "Maybe Chongyang is just an ordinary person. The photos are all coincidences."
Bai Ye smiled and put the two old photos on the table, "It can't be ordinary people, you know that these two photos are all found from the remaining documents of the KMT scientific research institution."
"At that time, the KMT's spies ruled everywhere, and they were able to enter their eyes." He clicked on the photo on the table with a single finger.
"What do you want to say now?"
"Do you really regard Chongyang as a friend?"
"Correct."
He smiled, "Then I'm here to help you, I know you are so interested in these things, a large part of it is because of that kid."
I recalled that it was indeed the case. When I was in the underground palace of the Qing clan, it was because of Chongyang that I moved on. This is the same in Guangxi.
"Then how do you help me?"
"Look at this second photo." He picked up the one above. A man was in a daze under an old tree, not knowing what he was thinking. The background was a tall building in the style of the Republic of China, which should be on the mountain. Although it is only a black and white photo, it can still be seen that the scenery is good.
"Where do you think this picture was taken?" Bai Ye asked.
"Although you can't guess the specific location, you can still tell a rough idea. Look at the vegetation and the soil. The soil is not easy to identify, but it should be somewhere in the south or southwest." I said.
Bai Ye glanced at me, "Sure, liberal arts are not learned in vain. The place where this photo was taken is here, in this small border town in Guangxi!" (End of this chapter)