As soon as the black helmets saw the two of us, the smile on their faces immediately disappeared. The fat man sneered at him even more, and sat on the bench and sang the song of resisting US aggression and aiding Korea. I asked the American why Shirley Young hadn't come out yet, and she said that Miss Shirley and Professor Owen were doing important research and might not be able to see us a little later. The black helmet sat in the corner with a dozen thick materials and watched, as if the fat man and I had no zài at all. I guess he was holding the report of the theft in his hand, and tried to greet him several times, but he blocked him with a notebook. I said in my heart that this foreigner was too stingy, so I simply gave up the idea of communication and ran to the corner to count the banana leaves.

At this time, I counted almost the leaves on the plantain tree, and Shirley Young and the chattering Professor Owen strode into the conference room-

Lao Hu, you're so good to come. We have important discoveries, you can come and see-Shirley Yang walked over to us with a bright look, and then spread out a dozen materials to show us-the important parts I have marked in Chinese, the picture materials are relatively old, they are all old photos from the archives -

The black helmets didn't expect that they had waited for a long time, but in the end they became transparent people, waving their big hands in protest: "They are not museum staff, let alone police personnel, and they are not qualified to participate in this investigation." Professor Owen, I make a formal protest to you, and I demand that these two Chinese be removed from here -

As if for the demonstration, he also deliberately said it again in Chinese, and before he could finish speaking, Shirley Yang had already expressed his position: "Officer Robert, I think you have misunderstood." These two archaeologists are the guests of our museum. Their in-depth research and unique insights into the ancient Inca civilization are crucial to our investigation. I would venture to say that if I had to choose between the police and them, I would prefer them -

What I knew—experts-、- VIPs—was an identity that Shirley Young had made up for us, nothing more than to make the black helmet retreat, and not wanting him to interfere too much in our operations. The Black Helmet looked me up and down with a pair of blue eyes, apparently not believing that we would be the archaeologists Shirley Young was talking about. In order to deal with him, I picked up the old pedantic shelf and chuckled a few times, picked up an old photograph casually, and prepared to make up some nonsense to bluff this foreign policeman.

It was a photograph cut out of an old newspaper, the corners of which had been tattered and the back of the photograph had been glued with thick brown paper. The photograph shows a young girl with two long braids, a large cloak similar to wool, and a five-colored feather on her head, most conspicuously a large knot tied around her waist. Because the photograph is so old that what she is holding in her hand is no longer clear, I can judge by feeling that it may be a mask-like decoration. For some reason, I always felt that the interracial girl in this photo seemed familiar, but I couldn't tell where I had seen her.

Seeing that I had not spoken, the Black Helmets snorted contemptuously. I didn't bother to pay attention to him, and picked up the rest of the photos and flipped through them carefully, it didn't matter if I looked at it, a name quickly flashed out of my mind: "Mrs. Green! -

No wonder I always thought that the interracial girl holding the mask in the photo was very familiar, and it turned out to be the portrait of Mrs. Green seen in the old mansion of Gupinggang. Although Mrs. Grimm in the portrait looks to be in her thirties, and her age is far from that of the girl in the photo, judging from the facial characteristics and overall contours alone, even if it is not Mrs. Grimm herself, the two are inseparable. On top of that, the golden mask with wings and three eyes on one of the old photographs was almost identical to the Indian face I had seen in Gupinggang, and if it weren't for the fact that the photograph in my hand was older and yellowed, I would have almost thought I was back in that haunted old house.

Professor Owen was originally whispering to Shirley Yang on the side, and when he heard the word "green", he almost jumped up, excitedly took my hand, and asked me in fluent Mandarin: "You, what did you say?" You know her, you know Princess Lilia? My God, Asians are mysterious! -

Seeing that Professor Owen's feelings were so excited, the Black Helmet hurriedly asked what was going on. In fact, this is what I want to ask, but in order to maintain my scholar-demeanor in front of this foreigner, I just patted Dr. Owen on the back and said to the black helmet with an indifferent face: "We Chinese have many mysterious abilities, and you will slowly know in the future-

The fat man picked up the photo and said curiously: "Lao Hu, why do you still have a good relationship with a foreigner?" This photo has been around for many years, when did you kid make a political mistake and dare to deceive the organization. I'm so disappointed in you-

I said that you kid should not sow discord there, and my revolutionary belief is firm. If you don't believe it, ask Staff Officer Yang. Shirley Yang sighed: "You still talk nonsense all day long. What was stolen from our museum this time was the ancient Inca mask in the photo, in addition to this, there was also a whole piece of oracle bone inscription from the Yin Shang period-

Professor Owen took the old photograph from me and introduced it with memories: "The Indian girl in the photograph is my teacher, Lilia, the wife of the famous historian Green Stevenson, a descendant of the Inca royal family......-