Daomu Biji

No matter how hard or soft I am, Leipirap, the third uncle refused to tell me what happened later. At the end, he glared at him and ignored the newspaper.

I know Uncle San ’s temper, he said everything like this, and I do n’t dare to say anything if I continue to grind it, but I dare not say anything, but after listening to this story for half, I always feel that the following is the focus, and my heart is really itchy Uncomfortable.

I said to the third uncle: "Since you do n’t want to say, I wo n’t force you, but can you tell me more about the copper fish? Did n’t you say that you have some clues? If you can find an expert who was doing research at that time, Now, ask them, can't they know what they researched at that time? "

The third uncle listened to me and said slightly, "This is also a solution, but it was eight or four years, twenty years later, and those old experts don't know if they are still alive."

I was busy and said, “It ’s okay not to find old experts, but to find their assistants. Even if their assistants were in their early forties, they are now only in their sixties. Maybe they have n’t retired yet. turn up."

Uncle Sigh sighed and shook his head: "After that project, we all went to each other's things, and then there was no contact, and occasionally meeting was just some academic exchanges. There are many of them. I don't even know what to call. , How easy it is to find. "

After the third uncle said this, he suddenly seemed to think about something, frowning, and "hooked".

At first glance, I seem to have the following, and I poured him a cup of tea to see how he continued.

The third uncle lit a cigarette, squinted for a long time, and said to me: "Xisha archaeology has passed for so long. I have forgotten most of the trivial things. It's just that you just talked about it. It just happened to me that it was very strange. "

I asked: "What is it, let's hear it?"

He said to me: "I'm not sure, but just remembered that one of the young experts who went out to sea with me seemed to be a long one like the dumb little brother!"

I laughed as soon as I heard it, and said to him: "Sir, how is this possible? He must have been born at that time and didn't have much time. How could he be a colleague with you!"

The third uncle carefully recalled that the brows became tighter and tighter: "I also know that the words are unfounded, but we took a group photo before going out to sea and looked at it to know if what I said was true or false."

Uncle San called home and asked his servant to scan several group photos of him in the old album. Five minutes later, an email was sent to San Shu ’s laptop.

The photo is black and white. Their second wave of experts is only about ten people. They are squatting in the front and standing in the second row. The background is on a military dock and there are several navies on the side. This photo estimates that he is a long time. I didn't look at it. The yellowing was very strong, and mildew spots appeared on several corners.

I enlarged the scale to observe the photos. The younger uncle was squatting in the middle of the first row, and the man standing behind him seemed a bit familiar. When I looked closely, it really looked a bit ...

No, it seems not just like it.

I thought I was wrong and rubbed my eyes and looked again. Immediately, I felt that I was still in the ice cave, and I had goose bumps.

This look, this expression, oh my god, it's so similar, this person is almost the same as the dull oil bottle.

What the hell is going on, who is the stuffy oil bottle, ... why hasn't he grown old for so many years?

Did the investigation in Xisha in the past 20 years really have something to do with the Lu Palace?How is this possible, how can two things that are so far apart in space and time be related?

The dull oil bottle is already mysterious enough. As a result, his identity is even more confusing. Surrounding his countless puzzles, he suddenly fell into a more incredible situation.

Uncle San looked at the computer screen suspiciously. Suddenly, he stood up nervously and yelled, "I understand, I understand!"

He yelled and picked up his luggage and ran away. I was inexplicably chased and hurried out to ask him, "Sir, what are you doing?"

He shouted at me: "I'm going to Xisha again, you take care of Panzi, don't follow me!"