Daomu Biji

No matter how hard I tried, my third uncle refused to tell me what happened next. In the end, he stared at me and ignored me while reading the newspaper.

I know Uncle San's temper. He has said it this way. If he grinds it on, nothing will come of it. I don't dare to say anything more. But after listening to half of this story, I always feel that the following is the key point. I feel really itchy. of discomfort.

I said to my third uncle: Since you don't want to talk, I won't force you, but can you tell me about the copper fish in more detail? Didn't you say you had some clues at the time? If you can find the experts who did the research at the time, , if you ask them now, won’t you be able to find out what they researched at that time?”

When the third uncle heard what I said, he was slightly startled and said: This is also a way, but it was 1984, twenty years ago, and I don't know if those old experts are still alive.

I hurriedly said: Instead of looking for old experts, you can find their assistants. Even if their assistants were in their forties back then, they are only in their sixties now. They may not have retired yet. With your relationship, I can definitely help you. turn up.

The third uncle sighed and shook his head: After that project, we all went our separate ways, and we had no contact after that. The occasional meeting was just for academic exchanges. I don't even know the names of many of them. , it’s easier said than done to find.”

After the third uncle said this, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, frowned, and made a sound.

When I saw that there seemed to be more to come, I poured him a cup of tea to see how he would continue.

The third uncle lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, and said to me: It has been so long since Xisha Archeology, I have almost forgotten most of the trivial things. It was only when you mentioned it just now that I recalled it a little bit. Just happened to remind me of something, which is very strange.

I asked, What's the matter? Tell me about it?

He said to me: I'm not sure, but I just remembered that one of the young experts who went to sea with me seems to look very similar to that silent guy!

I laughed out loud when I heard it and said to him: Uncle Third, how is this possible? He must have only been born for a short period of time at that time, how could he be a colleague with you!

The third uncle recalled it carefully, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter: I also know that what I say is unfounded, but we took a group photo before we went to sea, and you will know if what I said is true or false.

The third uncle called home and asked his servant to scan a few group photos he had in an old photo album. Five minutes later, an email was sent to the third uncle's laptop.

The photo is black and white. There are only about ten experts in their second wave of going to sea. The ones in the front are squatting, and the second row is standing. The background is at a military dock, and there are several marines beside it. This photo is estimated to be a long time ago. I didn't look at it, but it was very yellow and there were mold spots on a few corners.

I zoomed in to look at the photo. The person squatting in the middle of the first row was my third uncle when he was young, and the person standing behind him seemed a bit familiar. When I took a closer look, it looked a bit like...

No, it seems to be more than just like.

I thought I had seen it wrong, so I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Immediately, I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, and I got goosebumps all over my body.

This look, this expression, oh my god, it’s so similar. This man looks exactly like Menyou Ping.

What is going on, who is Menyouping,...why has he not aged at all in so many years?

Could it be that the inspection in Xisha twenty years ago was really related to the Lu Palace? How is this possible? How can two things that are so far apart in space and time be connected?

Mengyou Bottle was already mysterious enough, but in this way, his identity became even more confusing, and the countless puzzles surrounding him suddenly fell into an even more incredible situation.

The third uncle looked at the computer screen in confusion. Suddenly, he stood up nervously and shouted: I understand, I understand!

While he was shouting, he picked up his luggage and ran out. Inexplicably, I hurriedly chased him and asked, Uncle, what are you doing?

He shouted to me: I'm going to Xisha again. Take good care of Pan Zi and don't follow me!