Walking up the stairs, I saw Mr. Li sitting at the counter, sipping tea and reading the newspaper in an orderly manner, and he didn't say much when we brought up a box. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Compared with Mr. Li's leisurely, Ziche and Feng Xin's attitudes were a little tighter, and their faces were not good, and I thought to myself that they must have suspected the same thing as me.

There are no external windows in the basement hallway, except for the staircase and the door to the storage room.

Even if it wasn't Mr. Li who was eavesdropping, then he would definitely see the person coming up this staircase.

At this time, Mr. Li put down the books and newspapers in his hand and looked at Feng Xin, I don't know if it was an illusion, I always felt that there was a faint sense of tension in the air.

I swallowed my saliva and took the initiative to cut through the treacherous atmosphere and stepped forward and said, "Mr. Li, thank you for your willingness to open up our inspection, may I ask...... Can this box of materials lend us a few days?" Seeing that he didn't respond, I then promised, "We'll pay it back in a few days."

Mr. Li just looked at me and didn't speak, and I stood at the counter in embarrassment.

After a stalemate like this for a while, Feng Xin and Ziche walked towards the gate with a cold expression.

"How many little brothers are friends?" When Mr. Li saw Feng Xin and them walking away, he asked coldly.

"Oh, yes. They're here to help me."

I felt that Mr. Li's pupils were a little foggy when he was old, revealing a touch of complexity that I couldn't decipher, and then ......

「...... It's not necessarily a good thing to know about past and present lives." Suddenly, for no reason, he spit out this sentence.

At first hearing this, my heart was suddenly shocked, my stomach began to contract, and I stuttered unconsciously when I spoke, "This...... I ......."

Mr. Li returned to the newspaper after speaking, and I was stunned for a moment and lost my mind. After being stunned for a few seconds, I unconsciously asked about borrowing slides, and when I saw that the old gentleman was not responding, I assumed that he had acquiesced to our request.

"Thank you anyway." Based on basic politeness, I thanked him again before closing the door again, leaving him alone.

After stepping out of the library, I didn't know how I drove the car for a long time, and all I had in my mind was the words that Mr. Li said. Could it be that he knew something? Is that really the one who eavesdropped? How does he conclude that we are looking for past and present lives? We're not, but it seems to be somewhat related. I think of having a similar appearance to Aka, and I think of my mother.

Feng Xin, who was sitting on the side, was holding the box of slides in his hand, still with a poker face. I smoked one cigarette after another, and the more I smoked, the more upset I became, and the full cigarette butts in the ashtray only accentuated my anxiety.

"When can we see the slides getting bigger?" When I was about to drive back to the city, the sub-car in the back seat asked questions thoughtlessly, and his tone was very serious. He only knew that the slides could be made bigger, but he didn't know that he was going to use such a thing as a projector, and he was inexplicably happy to ask this question with his cognition. I couldn't help but laugh.

For a moment, the mood was less heavy.

"Let's go back to my office first, there should be a machine to look at there." The company has been established for 17 years, and when I was cleaning and helping to pick up and move things, I had the impression that an old projector was placed in the warehouse, and if I was lucky, I could reveal the secrets contained in this box of slides in half an hour.

No one worked overtime today, and the whole company was left to me.

Beckoned the two to wait for me in the conference room, then went to the warehouse to dig out the projector, about wiped the thick ash deposited on the surface, looked at it, and suddenly felt that the situation of the machine did not seem to be very optimistic, it had not been used for a long time, not to mention the aging of the line, just that layer of scary dust was enough to jam the inside of the machine and affect the operation.

"Is this what makes the slides bigger?" The car suddenly came out beside me, and when he saw me frowning together, he asked.

They were really elusive, walking in thick boots without making a sound.

"Yes! I just don't know if it can be used." I'm going to be straight about my concerns.

"Can't you use it?"

"Don't be so pompous, okay? I just said it was possible, and I haven't tried it yet."

"Then you try."

"Can you not rush?" I said in my heart that Ziche's personality is also quite polarized, cloudy and uncertain.

I straightened up the knotted wires and plugged them in, and after a while, the main unit's OPEN light began to flicker and make a strange and cruel sound.

"Does this thing really work?" Are you sure Feng Xin uses one? looked at the machine on the table.

I really feel sorry for this projector, a great invention across the ages was questioned by a Tang dynasty man about its usability.

"Try it." As the strange operation of the machine grew louder and louder, I became more and more unsure.

The light in front of the snap came on, and a white light appeared on the whiteboard in the conference room.

「Yes!」 I exclaimed excitedly.

"Can it work?" Ziche asked.

"Yes."

I turned off the fluorescent lights in the conference room and left only a few art lights, opened the box on the table, and put a piece into the projector. The fragments of the ancient book appeared in front of me.

"That's slide magnification."

"That's right." Although I didn't invent it, and the machine is long gone, I'm still a little proud for some reason.

The fragments of ancient books on the slide don't feel like the same book, some fonts on them are different, Feng Xin pulled a chair and sat down by himself, and kept instructing me to change the next one in the middle, he stared at these ancient books with such a focused expression, from my point of view, it would seem that he was arranging and combining some kind of incredible password in his mind.

"Give us some pen and paper, we'll need it later." Ziche said to me suddenly.

"I don't have a brush here, so I can buy it now, but I'll have to wait." I'll reply.

"Ordinary ones will do."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Okay, wait."

I came in with a stack of A4 white paper and a few pens, and I saw Feng Xin skillfully operating the machine.

"I've seen you do it a few times." He glanced at me and said, reading my expression precisely. Feng Xin took the paper and began to write down one strange text after another, as if he was painting, he wrote one by one, and kept operating the projector repeatedly as if he was comparing.

I didn't dare to disturb him, so I went to the pantry to make myself a cup of coffee, and the car looked at it and shouted to drink it. I also made him a drink, he only took a sip of his face and was all entangled again, as a last resort, I opened the refrigerator and secretly took out Qiwei's Coke for him.

I brewed a cup of green tea and placed it next to Feng Xin, and he looked up at me, "Sure enough, it's the same book."

"Did you say it was the same as the silk book in your hometown?"

"Well, it's very similar, but it's more complete in this slide, although there are still some places that can't be connected......

"What's written?" I asked.

"I don't know." Feng Xin replied very seriously.

"What? Don't know?" I looked so serious, but in the end I didn't know.