After taking the photo in Li Shu's hand, Gu Yaopan stood for a long time, and she didn't come back to her senses until Li Shu opened her mouth to talk to her.

"I also came across this photo by accident, in an old photo album of Ai Xinyu, and then I went through all his things, and I didn't find any clues related to Mr. Gu. ”

Li Shu looked at Gu Yaopan's expressionless face, and was a little unsure of what she was thinking now, so she could only continue:

"I've been hesitant to tell you about this. After all, this photo is just an old photo from more than 20 years ago, and it may not be related to Mr. Gu's matter, but I thought about it, no one can say if it has anything to do with it, and it is better to tell you that it is better for you to judge. ”

Li Shu's words fell on Gu Yaopan's ears, but she didn't react, she just held the photo in front of her, held the photo with her slender fingers, and slowly flipped it over and over, as if she was studying the details in the photo, and the look in her eyes was a little incomprehensible.

"Thank you!"

After a long while, Gu Yaopan raised his head to look at Li Shu and thanked him softly.

Seeing that Gu Yaopan finally reacted to her words, Li Shu's expression relaxed slightly, and nodded at Gu Yaopan, and the fiery red figure flickered slightly, and then disappeared into the portrait on the wall, and the beauty in the portrait immediately came alive.

Sitting in the study and thinking about it all night, Gu Yaopan was very sure that Gu Yan had never mentioned Ai Xinyu's parents, looking at the intimacy of the three in the photo, the relationship between Ai Xinyu's parents and Gu Yan should not be estranged, and there was no reason not to mention this family in the rest of his life.

Is there any hidden meaning in this? As soon as he thought of Ai Xinyu's appearance when he finally chose to blow himself up, Gu Yaopan felt a cool breath rushing to the bottom of his heart, and a faint sense of foreboding always lingered.

After a long time, when Gu Yaopan recalled the past, she occasionally couldn't help but think, if she hadn't left the capital because of this photo at that time, wouldn't everything have happened after that?

But there is no if in this world, and the choices made by everyone seemed to be the only way in that situation and in that state of mind.

Ai Xinyu's hometown is in a small county town with little name, and the pace of large-scale development of the western region has not affected this small place with no advantages at all.

When Gu Yaopan drove into the county, the deepest impression was the old neighborhoods and old houses with mottled exterior walls that had not changed much from the photos. It seems that the time of this place has been stuck in the era when her father took pictures, and has never walked forward.

According to the address that Rong Wengui found for her, Gu Yaopan parked the car next to the mouth of a secluded alley, and got out of the car on the back of the backpack that was placed on the auxiliary frame.

This is obviously the oldest urban area in the entire county, and the blue brick walls on both sides of the alleys are crawling with dark green moss, and occasionally a few creeper vines stick out of the houses of the people in the alleys, swaying in the wind.

After passing through two or three tightly closed wooden doors, Gu Yaopan stopped in front of the house in the deepest part of the alley, and the seal on the door showed that the room had obviously been inspected by the public security department. This is also normal, after all, something like that happened to the Ai family in the capital, and it is also routine for the public security department of origin to come to conduct a routine inspection.

Gu Yaopan only hesitated a little before opening the seal, casually swiping the door lock and easily entering the door.

This is a very simple small yard, the big locust tree full of locust flowers in the photo grows in the middle of the small courtyard, the locust tree that has been thanked by locust flowers is more and more luxuriant, and the thick green shade is like an umbrella cover covering most of the entire small courtyard, leaving only a little sunlight on the porch.

Push the door into the room is a small reception room, according to the pattern of the old house, there is a big unicorn sending child picture, a table of eight immortals placed under the painting, a high-backed chair on both sides of the table, a set of white porcelain tea set on the table has fallen a thin layer of ash, obviously no one has been here for a while.

The doors of the wings on both sides were facing the door, and Gu Yaopan pushed open the room on the right hand side according to his habits.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, there is a single bed by the wall facing the door, the bed covers are all put away, only the bare bed board remains, the wall at the head of the bed is nailed with rows of wooden shelves, which are full of large and small books, the most is the album of the works of various painting masters in ancient and modern China and foreign countries, many of which have been turned over with rough edges, and it can be seen that the owner of the house likes painting very much.

In addition to these bookshelves, there is a desk by the window and an old-fashioned wardrobe with three doors, and there is a mirror on the wardrobe, which may be too old, and the mercury on the back is a little peeling, and the images are like puzzles that have not yet been put together.

Gu Yaopan opened the cabinet door and glanced at it, then turned to another side room to take a look, and even the kitchen did not let go, and after about ten minutes, he stood in the middle of the small courtyard again, looking at the small house in front of him and was silent.

Everything was so simple, a little unbelievably simple. She couldn't find any clues related to Gu Yan at all, and even in the room of the two elders of the Ai family, she didn't even see a photo album, except for Ai Xinyu's room, which had a photo album of his childhood, the old couple of the Ai family seemed to have never existed in this world, there was not a single photo, not even a portrait.

So...... Why did that group photo stay?

Gu Yaopan stood in the courtyard and closed his eyes, sinking his mind into the deepest sea of knowledge, and the demonic spirit qi on his body was released in an instant, like a tide, slowly and meticulously across the entire room, probing everything in the room inch by inch, even the horns and horns.

Streams of undetectable yin qi arched uneasily under her detection, like a mouse that had been driven into a desperate situation, scurrying and trying to escape, but was pressed in place by Gu Yaopan.

The black pupils that opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the Qilin sending child diagram in the middle of the guest hall, and the corners of Gu Yaopan's mouth brought a trace of undetectable mockery: Is the Qilin sending children?

To be honest, modern people's impression of these ancient divine beasts is actually very vague, and most of them can't tell the difference at all, even Gu Yaopan ignored it when he first saw this picture. But now that there is a demon spirit to guide the way, and look at this picture again, the problems in it are obvious.

The unicorn, the lion's head, the antlers, the tiger's eyes, the elk's body, the dragon scales, the ox's tail, and the beast shape in this picture, plausible, clearly the dragon's head, the horse's body, the lin's feet, the shape of the lion, the painter also deliberately used exaggerated painting methods, so that the image of the Rui beast in this picture is as close as possible to the unicorn, in order to cover up the true identity of the Rui beast, but in fact, this Rui beast is not a unicorn at all, but a Pixiu that only swallows and does not spit out!

Look at the baby in the portrait, the face is ruddy, tiger-headed, and the eyes are smart and lovely, at first glance there seems to be nothing wrong, but if you look closely, you can find that the child in the portrait has an imperceptible thin line in the middle of the head, like a closed eye, which seems to be open at any time.

What a Pixiu send-off!