After they quickly prepared their things, several people sat down together and had a brief exchange. After about three or four minutes, several people first carried several large boxes on the trailer onto the table and opened them, took them out one by one, and then flipped through them first, as if they were doing a rough classification.

There are a lot of things in this car, I don't have any concept of these, and I don't feel anything when I pile them on the trailer, but when I really put them on the table and spread them out and look at them, I just feel like I don't want to go through them.

dThey seem to be trained in this area, or have done something like that many times. They are very tacit and skillful in classifying everything and numbering all the materials, which is a kind of numbering between them.

After completing this work, several people prepared their lamps and sat around the table, and D handed over the materials that had been sorted on the table to different people and made notes. After the separation, everyone started to look at each other, and I sat down and watched. These people were very attentive and read much faster than I did, and I thought that if it were me, even if it was full of Chinese characters, I wouldn't be as fast as they were. But it was still a boring job, and I only sat for a while before I could sit still. I stood up and stretched, which caught D's attention, and he looked up at me and said, "Do you want to go out and walk around?" ”

"Nope." I shook my head, "I'd better stay here." ”

"Then try not to make a noise." After he finished speaking, he looked down again.

They looked at it for two or three hours, and in the eyes of a layman like me, there was little progress or anything useful to be found. Because these people sometimes remember something, but more often they are looking at it, looking for it, and then adding their own tags and putting them aside.

The more I watched, the more bored I became, and it was obviously not something that would come easily. At the current rate, I guess I'll have to spend both of these days here. And just as I was drowsy, D suddenly stood up, and after stretching as well, threw the things in his hand on the table.

Originally, I thought he had made some great discovery, and immediately looked at him, but everyone except me and him was still immersed in hard reading, and only heard D say, "It's time to get some food and drink, everyone has rested." ”

His words made me let out a long sigh. D looked at me and said, "Sigh for what?" What we're doing now is not digging up buried treasures, we're playing jigsaw puzzles. It was impossible to get news so quickly, especially with such a mysterious figure. So be a little patient. With that, he looked at the others, and after asking them what they wanted, D came and walked out of the room with me. When we arrived in the lobby of the library, the woman at the desk just glanced at us and went about her work, as if she didn't know each other at all.

"Didn't you find anything at all?" I asked immediately after walking out of the library.

D shook his head while looking at the shops on both sides of the road and said, "I didn't find anything. A lot of the CIA and their back-and-forth during the Soviet period, you dig into my corners, I put your tires. You steal a chicken from me, and I kill you a dog. It's all worthless, at least not for us for now. ”

I thought for a moment and said, "Are you in the wrong place?" I heard the old guy say that at that time in the United States, it was the counterintelligence department of the FBI, not the CIA, right? ”

D waved his hand and said, "That's right. You're right. But this is Europe, and it's more certainly the CIA stuff, and they, I mean Dune, are also CIA guys. The Berlin station is also from the CIA, and the FBI can't go abroad. ”

"Then how do you check this?" I asked.

"How to check? Check slowly. D replied angrily to me and continued: "Doesn't it already show that he is a CIA guy in Berlin?" Even if he had previously worked in the United States, he was a CIA. ”

"Okay." I nodded helplessly, "I don't understand this, anyway, I can find something useful." ”

D and I walked around the library and got back inside after buying coffee and some fast food. I found D to be a person who likes to buy food, he likes to pick and choose, even try the taste, and will give his own comments and opinions after trying it. Maybe it's one of his hobbies, although I always feel that I shouldn't have the time to do this at this time, and I should hurry up and get back to work when I don't have any eyebrows. But no matter what, how much he can have hobbies makes me feel that this person is a little more real, after all, I still don't know much about him so far, I should say very little.

When we returned, D's companions were still rummaging through the materials in their hands. When they saw us return, they each stopped. D still looked relaxed, and when he saw me closing the door, he shouted to everyone and handed them what he was holding.

It was their only time to rest, to drink coffee and eat all sorts of things that d had picked out for them. It's just that no one is talking or chatting, and even some of them are still looking at the materials.

I was bored, so I walked around the room and ended up at the table. Although there are many things on the table, they are all very regular, and each book or a pile of materials is neatly placed, whether it is seen or not, it is neatly placed, and those that have been seen are added temporary labels to indicate it. And on their respective notebooks, although they don't know the words on it, they are all written very neatly, one by one, and they give people a clear and clear feeling at a glance.

Obviously, these people are specially trained. They are not good at holding guns, but they are good at holding pens and all kinds of brainless information or information.

"Can you see that?" d looked at me and said.

I looked up at him and said, "I don't understand." But you can see that you specialize in this. ”

"Huh." D laughed, "Wouldn't your boss, the teacher who values you?" If you say no, then I don't believe it. ”

"He will." I immediately said, "But it's not as neat as you guys." In his notebook, perhaps only he could read it. I said, pointing to the materials, "Things aren't as neatly arranged as you are." ”

At this moment, the woman, one of D's companions, suddenly looked at D with a piece of paper and said something in German. D immediately looked at her, walked up to her, took the paper, looked down carefully, and after a quick look, he turned to look at me and said, "In 1987, this person went to the Soviet Union. ”

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