There was no signal on the mobile phone in the basement, and I couldn't check it for them, so I could only try to be as analogous as possible, and it took me two minutes to roughly explain to Feng Xin what a slide was. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A slide is a film that shrinks the image into a palm-sized negative, and uses the principle of focusing the lens in the projector to enlarge the image and project it onto the screen. In the past, when I was in elementary school, teachers used to use it in class, but I haven't seen it in school since then. The slides need to be changed one by one, which is very troublesome.

Of course I wouldn't explain so much to the sub-car, "Anyway, it's just a small, paper-like thing, transparent." As I spoke, I acted, "If you hold it up like this, you'll see what it's on."

After explaining for a while, the two faces in front of him still looked ignorant.

I remembered that my father told me that there are only two things in the world, one is to put money in other people's pockets, and the other is to put the things in your own head into other people's heads.

Suddenly I understood the true meaning of this sentence, and I came to the conclusion of the two of them, "Oh, it's black or white, it's just a small piece anyway."

So, we switched from stitching books to finding slides.

"These are the boxes that contain these little pieces of paper, right?" Ziche asked with a kick in the cardboard box next to him.

"I think so, there used to be a big box for slides, ......" Some elementary school class scenes suddenly popped into my mind one by one.

We started to move the cardboard boxes, which were full of books and paper, and they were quite heavy.

"Why don't you do that, since you know what that thing looks like, let's open the boxes and you make sure what's inside?" Feng Xin held his chin with his left hand and thought for a while before making a suggestion to me.

Sure enough, people who can read are different, even if they don't know what SOP is, the thinking logic in their brains is clear.

"It's fine." I nodded like garlic and took two utility knives from my bag and handed them to them.

"You carry a knife with you?" After the sub-car took it, he raised his eyebrows and asked me, pushing the utility knife with his thumb.

"Get used to it, I don't believe you didn't bring it." I glanced at their boots, artists often need knives to cut, cut, and over the years, I have become accustomed to carrying more than two utility knives with different functions when I go out, and I must have several on the table at home or at work.

I chose the nearest box, demonstrated how to open the carton correctly, and then handed it over to the two of them, and then began to look at the contents of the box. I hastily rummaged through the box that I opened first, most of the books were printed and published before 1985 using lead type, a little misplaced font arrangement made me quite nostalgic, there are still a few old books left by my father and a few copybooks, all of which are periodicals of the lead type printing period.

Feng Xin had already opened several boxes with his hands and feet, and I was about to get up to look at the others, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a thick dark blue thread in the box next to me being pressed to the bottom, and at this moment, it seemed like a kind of magic that prompted me to find out.

Curious, I crouched down and lifted the stacked book away, and the thread fell out of the middle of an old magazine.

I spread out the magazine, and in the middle was an old book with stitches that had just been found, and the front and back covers were pasted together with the old magazines due to the humid environment, and I didn't dare to look at it rashly, for fear that the old paper would turn to dust if my fingers didn't grasp it, so I took out a pen from my pocket and turned the pages with it.

After reading a few pages, the content turned out to be lines of strange symbols, which felt like the kind of font in the transition period when the symbols were converted into mature words, and I jumped directly to the last page, which is my habit of reading books, first reading the first few pages and then jumping directly to the end.

At the end of this book, there are two words "crane deer", which are completely different from the inner font, and the characters can't tell which dynasty it is, but the code font structure is not much different from now, and it is still recognizable. Although it was different from our target, I still put the magazine aside first, and said that Feng Xin should be interested.

Unsurprisingly, dozens of boxes were filled with inconsequential old books or periodicals.

The basement environment was damp and stuffy, and it was really physical work to carry a heavy box, and the three of us were forced to sweat a lot, and the air conditioning on the wall was like I hadn't seen before, and I didn't expect it to work miraculously.

That's how we unpack, confirm, unbox, confirm. I continued to repeat this boring homework for a long time, and my mind was in a state of emptiness, until Feng Xin made a few screeching sounds when he opened a cardboard box and cut into the hard plastic.

"Is it a box?" I snapped back to his head and asked.

Feng Xin carefully examined the contents of the box, nodded to me, and said, "Well, it's a white box."

"This box is full of these white boxes." Ziche also came behind Feng Xin, directly reached out and picked up a milky white box and held it up to me.

"It's that kind of box, what about the box nearby? Only this one?" I was overjoyed, and I jumped up and walked over to them, wanting to say that the old material is indeed indispensable for slides.

We dismantled the other two boxes that looked like the same shape around us, and sure enough, there were boxes of plastic boxes for storing slides.

"It's called a slide!" Ziche picked up a slice casually, and looked up at it the way I just gestured, "How do you look at such a small size?" He studied for a long time and couldn't see a ghost, so he turned his head to me and asked, Feng Xin also frowned.

"This slide needs to be enlarged by something else to see it." I replied.

"Can this thing get bigger?" Ziche flipped the slide in his hand in surprise.

"Well, that's not what I mean......," I couldn't explain, so I just gave up, "Anyway, let's see what I can see."

I then looked at the patterns on the slide one by one, and they followed me up and started to check it.

"Hmm." It was only when the second box was opened that Feng Xin snorted, and then said, "It seems that the information in our hands should be this slide, this box is all the things we want."

I looked at the pattern on the slide while approaching Feng Xin's face, the picture was too small to see the content, but the appearance of the paper was similar to that printed on the material.

"Hey, that's ......."

"Stop." Feng Xin suddenly whispered sharply, interrupting me who was about to speak.

Ziche's face also changed, and the two of them focused their gaze into the distance, as if they were watching something and listening to something.

Time froze for about five minutes......

"He's gone?" Feng Xin asked in a suppressed voice.

Ziche peeked behind him and said, "Well, it's upstairs now."

"Anyone, is it?" I asked in a whisper, secretly shocked that someone was eavesdropping in broad daylight.

Feng Xin was quite serious, saying that the other party seemed to be holding his breath for a long time, and neither he nor Ziche noticed it, and it wasn't until we were sure that we had found something that the man breathed.

My first instinct was that Mr. Li, but is an old man who is nearly 90 years old really so tall that he is on par with Lijingmen? Feng Xin and Ziche didn't find that there was anyone outside the door, so this person's origin was too strange.

Knowing that someone was actually probing our movements, he couldn't help but speed up the inspection, Feng Xin proposed to take these useful slides away first, and then think of a way to find a way after the rest of the boxes, no matter what, there could be no more places where someone would eavesdrop.

As I was about to leave, I suddenly remembered the old magazine that I had put aside, and I didn't care if the old book would fall apart, so I grabbed it and stuffed it into my bag.