When he got up the next morning, he said that he was going to the vegetable market to buy some wine and food to entertain my old comrade-in-arms.

And I wandered around while I had nothing to do, but I didn't expect to find an old newspaper in his house that had been dusty for many years.

I didn't know that he still had the habit of collecting newspapers, but I was stunned for a moment when I looked at the yellowed and old-fashioned "Jianguo Daily" in front of me.

Because I actually saw Xiaoyue's figure in the newspaper, there were many words on it that were blurred, but the words Japanese spy and missing instantly pierced my mind.

This newspaper just confirmed the authenticity of the file about Xiaoyue in the safe of the man in black at the beginning, and I couldn't help but widen my eyes, and I gradually began to become interested in the ins and outs of this matter.

Why did the man in black hypnosis impose on my memory a Japanese woman sixty-five years ago, and for what purpose did he do it?

It was impossible for me to go back to the wolf's den to find him again, and I couldn't help but think of that petite and pretty figure again.

It was as if it was really happening to me, and I couldn't let go of it.

When Qinglong came back, he found that I was in a daze at an old newspaper and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, so I hurriedly made up some lies and prevaricated.

He said that he also had the habit of collecting newspapers, and the Jianguo Daily during the founding of the People's Republic of China has been preserved until now, which is really precious.

I looked at Qinglong in front of me, who was only drinking, but I couldn't help but recall the strange thing he had said last night about the chief's daughter, Xiao Nan, who had been rescued by two tomb robbers when she was young.

I had heard some of this story when I escaped from 800 meters underground, and the heroic back of the army green pierced my heart from time to time.

I'm determined to get to the bottom of this, and let him forget about the Man in Black forever.

After all, there can be 10 years in life, and I will use the rest of my life to do some things that ordinary people should do, and completely forget about Panshan and the tomb of Concubine Jin.

Qinglong found that I seemed to have a soft spot for this matter, and he couldn't help but be intrigued, and he decided to help me find out about the past of the two tomb robbers.

Unexpectedly, with his extensive network, he actually found out a lot of things about Xiao Nan back then, and I gradually learned that the reason why he didn't have a formal job was because he couldn't get along with his personality and those sleek clerks.

He was a very upright man, and even the pain of hunger, cold and the loss of his wife did not shake his faith in the slightest.

I couldn't help but peek at Qinglong who was driving, people like him must have the intention to change the status quo of society, but they can't be reused because of their careers.

Unexpectedly, this time Qinglong actually drove the car directly to the theater not too far from X City, which was once all the rage in the sixties and seventies.

Among them, the Peking Opera stage is a must, and I not only wonder why he brought me here?

The old theater in front of us has gradually declined, everything in society seems to be developing towards new things, and there are fewer and fewer people who like to listen to Peking Opera.

Therefore, the business of this theater, which has an almost century-old heritage, is also declining and bleak, and the people who usually come to watch the theater are basically old people.

Later, he whispered to me that it turned out that the old chief's daughter was engaged in the inheritance of Peking Opera, and it was very strange to say.

It seems that she fell in love with Peking Opera and Opera because of those two tomb robbers, and the reason for this can no longer be investigated.

Even these secrets were inadvertently seen by Qinglong in Xiao Nan's diary.

Two tomb robbers who like to listen to dramas, I can't help but have a smile on the corner of my mouth, and when I see the master of the theater, Qinglong and I are even more stunned.

Unexpectedly, the gray-haired old man in front of him actually experienced the 918 Incident and the anti-Japanese period, and he was already living a long life at this time.

He took us to the place where Xiao Nan worked in the theater, and what caught our eyes was the dress-up room behind the stage.

In normal times, this place will definitely not be open to outsiders, but because Qinglong and the old chief often came here to listen to the opera when he was young, the two of us also got the tacit approval of the old opera master.

He said that he remembered that the chief's daughter often cried over a black-and-white photograph, and that she also left a large wooden box in the theater that no one had ever opened and looked at.

When you go behind the scenes, you can see that the small space is covered with colorful colors and makeup tables, but they are all covered with thick dust, and it seems that no one has been here for a long time.

There was a large black wooden box in the corner, but I didn't rush to open it, but turned to look elsewhere.

There was an old black photo in the mirror of the dressing table, and I couldn't help but blow the dust and take it down.

Outside the window, the thunder rumbled, and I couldn't help but recall the continuous rainstorm weather warnings in the past few days, and there was a dark cloud overhead, as if raindrops would fall at any moment.

The light in the house was so poor that it was raining heavily outside, so I had to take out the lighter in my pocket and light the candle in the corner.

Reflecting the firelight, I finally saw what was on the black-and-white photo.

Unexpectedly, three blurry figures came into view, and a burly fat man stood on the left in the photo.

His appearance was indescribably familiar to me, but I could be confident that I had never met this person.

The figures next to them, one big and one small, were even more weird, and a little girl in a red cotton jacket stood in the middle of the two.

Next to him was a tall, thin man in a black jacket, but because the photo was too old.

The tall, thin man with a similar physique to mine could no longer see his face, and there was a clear crease in the photograph that damaged his face from the chin up.

I looked at the half of the face in the photo in front of me, and I felt very depressed for a while, and I don't know why.

I always felt that the fat man and the tall and thin man in the photo looked familiar, and the little girl standing in the middle of the photo should be what Xiao Nan looked like when she was a child.

She looks very naughty and cute with two ponytails, and the age of this photo is roughly estimated to be at least fifty or sixty years.

At that time, it was during the Anti-Japanese War, and it was reasonable for many people to dig treasures to make a living and become tomb robbers, but how could the chief's daughter have anything to do with them?

I couldn't help but think about it, but I couldn't think of an explanation anyway, after all, the age is too old, and the real insider is afraid that it has long passed away in the years.

Qinglong couldn't help but open the big wooden box in the house, and bursts of old dust instantly drifted out as the wooden box was pried open.

I couldn't help but pat the dust off the air with my hand, and the contents of the wooden box in front of me instantly reflected in the eyes of me and Qinglong.

What I never dreamed of was that there were some inverted tools inside.