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No one made a sound, their eyes were staring directly at the things on the coffee table, the atmosphere was not only dull but also extremely depressing, and they could almost hear each other's heartbeats!

On the coffee table is a large document cover of a courier company, a very ordinary kind.

This kind of thing is probably seen by everyone, and some people use it almost every day, so no one should be very excited to see it.

But right now, we can't help but get excited!

The reason is very simple, there was no waybill on the back of the waybill, but there were seven big red characters written on it: 'The fourth piece of Fuxi'!

And all of us here know very well what those seven words mean.

The LED lights in the office are very bright, and the documents on the white background are sealed, but the seven words are a little dazzling, as if someone has dipped them in blood and written them, which looks weird and terrifying.

Half an hour ago, when the four of us first came in, there was nothing on the coffee table.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening, and there is no one else in the entire second-floor office except for the four of us.

The first thing I did when I saw the file was sealed was to check in the monitoring.

The surveillance computer was in the big office outside of my office, so I immediately went through all six camera recordings.

To everyone's surprise, no one came, let alone entered my office in the few minutes we had been away.

I only have one door in my office, and one of the cameras happens to be facing the hallway at the door!

Today is the third day since I came back from Shennongjia.

Today is also the first day that Hong Kaiyuan returned from Singapore.

I haven't seen him for a long time, Hong Kaiyuan said that the bird was about to fade out of his mouth, and he was shouting to eat Chongqing's spicy hot pot. A few people ate from half past six until more than ten o'clock.

Eating too much spicy hot pot is usually not a good thing, because you have to drink a lot of cold drinks, and if you drink too much, there is usually only one result.

Sadly, there is no toilet in that hot pot restaurant, and what is even more tragic is that there is no public toilet in this area.

Luckily, the hot pot restaurant is close to my company.

People have three urgencies, so after opening the office door, all four people made the same choice!

The bathroom is at the end of the second floor, and it takes about a minute to get past my office, and a trip to the bathroom takes at most five minutes.

Obviously, this large file cover was placed here during the short five minutes we had been in the bathroom together.

I didn't rush to touch the envelope, but glanced at the window. The windows are ajar.

"Let's take it apart and take a look!" Hong Kaiyuan finally couldn't calm down. "If it goes on like this, I'll go crazy. ”

"How many pieces of Fuxi's Gang are there?!" Wen Jing said, "First the Dong family, then the Ji family, then the Xiong family, and now another piece has popped up, what kind of trouble is this?"

"I'll tear it down!" Gu Xin suddenly grabbed the document envelope.

Three items were poured out of the pack: a thin file bag folded in half, an A4-sized photograph, and an SD card.

When dealing with problems, people like to start with the simplest and most intuitive things, and I'm no exception.

So I picked up that photo first.

The photograph is supposed to have been re-scanned and printed, as its first background is clearly the top of a table, although only a small outline of it can be seen.

The photograph in the photograph is not very colorful, much like a camera taken in the early sixties and seventies. Judging by the color and pattern shading, it should be well preserved. Maybe it's a little old, but it's still a little yellow.

The photograph resembles a petroglyph, with a yellow-brown stone wall in the background, and a strangely shaped block that occupies about three-quarters of the canvas, much like a stone, all composed of white lines.

There is a white dotted line in the middle of the block, and the area circled by the dotted line is about one-tenth of the whole block. In the center of the dotted box is a red dot, and because of the proportions, I can't see what the dot means.

In addition to this, there are five white patterns in the whole block, which are also composed of dotted lines, and the shape is a human shape, which is very small. They start at the left edge line of the block and work their way up to that dotted coil in the middle.

There are also six patterns in the lower left corner of the picture, all of which are humanoids, the same white lines, which are the same as the proportions in the block, but also very small. However, these human patterns are made up of solid lines.

All four of them circulated it, and none of them could see what it meant.

"Isn't it almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and someone is doing a quiz with prizes?" Hong Kaiyuan threw the photo on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, and raised Erlang's legs. "It's so fresh, I've only seen the Mid-Autumn Festival guessing lantern riddles, and it's the first time I've seen dumb riddles. ”

No one paid any attention to him.

"What's in here?" Wen Jing took the folded dossier bag and pinched it with her hand, "It seems to be a paper product." ”

There are four photographs in the file bag, but it is printed on 64 carat paper, so it is no wonder that the file bag is folded in half.

Wen Jing picked up one of them and handed it to me, and each of the other three gave me one.

The one I have in my hand has a circled Arabic numeral '1' in the upper right corner. The photograph is neither a landscape nor a person, but a page of a notebook full of text symbols!

The first line of the note reads: May 23, 1963

Here's the dense text.

The owner of this note is an anxious person, and it seems that the level of education is not high, and the handwriting is very sloppy, and there are a lot of typos.

After just one look, I ran out of patience.

"This seems to be a personal diary!" Wen Jing said to me with a frown.

"My day, who the fuck wrote this?!" Hong Kaiyuan cursed, "Chickens are more knowledgeable than him, and a few casual claws are stronger than this!"

"You're going to catch two ones and show them to me!!" I glared at him.

"Don't think that I can't do it, you see!"

As he spoke, Hong Kaiyuan stood up, followed the example of a chicken, and stroked his left foot outward, his right foot also outward, then his left foot went down, and his right foot stroked down again.

"See, this is the most commonly written word for chickens -- 'Jie'!

"Whether this character is well written or not has a woolen relationship with whether it is knowledgeable or not. I gave him a blank look, "You should tell Lao Tzu, what the hell are those prescriptions and medical records written on the hospital anymore?"

"But we can understand it ourselves!" Hong Kaiyuan rolled his eyes, "This is called tradition, understand?"

"Get out!"

"Brother, how do I think this is a diary written by a soldier?!" Gu Xin said suddenly.