Chapter 20 Photographs

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As soon as I thought of this, I couldn't help but have a cold war in my heart, Hubei Province is where Ryazan is now, is it possible, this is another fact that has long been established, and Ryazan is already ready in Hubei to wait for me to pass? So, what is the task this time?

I remember the first time Ryazan called, I listened to what he meant, it seemed that even if I was reluctant, I would eventually go to Hubei to find him, and then I would go on a new adventure with him. To be honest, I am now excited, but this kind of excitement is just out of a mood of exploration, and it has not yet made me have the urge to go to Hubei.

As I thought, I tapped my fingers back and forth on my father's desk, and the intermittent "knock" sound, like some kind of requiem, gradually soothed my soul, and my heart that was irritable and tangled at first gradually soothed.

I opened both of my father's drawers one by one, but I didn't report any manuscripts that I hoped to find there. Inside the drawer were some blank manuscript paper and a few bottles of ink, as well as a few other inconsequential things.

After a sigh, I decided to stand up and try to find any manuscripts on my father's shelf, and I even pulled out each book and looked through it one by one, but in the end I found nothing.

I calmed down for a while, and suddenly I had a flash of inspiration, I remember that my father is a person who loves books as much as his life, so he often cleans the bookshelves, and in his spare time, he likes to take a small rag up and down, wipe the bookshelves left and right, and even the inside of the bookshelf against the wall. Could it be that those manuscripts are hidden behind the shelves?

I decided to go and see the possibility right away.

My father's bookshelf was more than two meters tall and full of books, so I had a lot of effort moving them. But, as it turned out, it was still a useless exercise. The back of the bookshelf was empty, except for the dusty walls, and nothing else.

"." I said to myself, "It's not the same as in the movie." ”

Indeed, if this is a shot in the movie, even if there is no secret door behind the bookshelf, at least there must be a hidden safe. However, this is real life, our family lives in a building, and if there is a secret door behind this bookshelf, then this secret door can only be used by my father to go to the next door for cheating, because on the other side of the study is our neighbor.

Later, I tried to find every possible place in my home where I could store the manuscript, but I couldn't find anything. In the end, I gave up, thinking to myself, those so-called materials had probably been stolen by Qin Ye and Ah Song's group a long time ago.

In the end, I had to go back to my father's study, sitting in the old chair where my father had sat for decades, I don't know what I was doing, and now, in this family, only this place can give me some comfort.

I hesitated for a moment, and then took out a cigarette from my pocket, I never dared to smoke in front of my father, although my father himself had a habit of smoking when he was young, but in old age, he hardly smoked much, and he was very strict with me. Especially in my father's study, which was definitely forbidden to smoke. However, I don't know what I am, but I now have a strong urge to smoke a cigarette here, as if it were a provocation to my long-missing father. The heart said that he walked away for no reason, and I don't know whether he was dead or alive, but he left me with so many mysteries. Of course, there is nothing wrong with a son inheriting his father's business, but at least I should know why.

I pulled out my lighter and swiped it twice, but it didn't light it. I was deflated all of a sudden, because I had been lighting with a lighter in the office when I went to the funeral home last night, and now, the lighter oil had long since run out, and I had been busy today, so I didn't have time to refuel.

All of a sudden, I was in a little less mood to smoke and threw my lighter on my desk.

"Knock" sound........................

I stared at the desk in silence for a moment, then leaned over it - something was wrong! Something doesn't sound right!

Compared to the sound of my fingers tapping the desk just now, the sound of the lighter hitting the position this time is more crisp, or rather, more transparent. This is the unique sound that comes out of the mezzanine compartment.

I followed the position of the lighter, tapped the desk with the knuckles of my fingers, and after two "knocks", I was already able to determine that the desk must have a compartment.

I suddenly became excited, and I said in my heart, maybe my father's manuscript that Officer Liu said was really not stolen, but in this study.

I first took a closer look at the surface of the desk, which was smooth as a mirror and had no visible marks. So, I pulled out all the drawers of the desk, drilled under the desk, and looked at the desk in an extremely awkward posture.

There is no light under the desk, so it looks a little dark inside, plus my myopic eyes, I can't see what is greasy inside for a while, so I can only touch it with my hands.

However, I did not touch anything like a handle, nor did I feel any obvious gaps, and after searching for a while, my little finger cooled, and it seemed to touch a small piece of metal, and when I felt it carefully, I saw that it was a screw, and on the other side of the screw appeared two palms wide.

Overjoyed, I hurried to the living room to find a screwdriver and a small flashlight, and returned to my study. Bu Jin saw that I didn't get anything to eat, and didn't ask much, so she wiped her Miao silver jewelry in my room by herself, completely ignoring what I was doing, of course, I don't have the time to pay attention to her now.

When I returned to the study, I went under the small desk again, and by the light of the flashlight, I found that there was indeed a dark compartment under the desk, but this small dark compartment was cut very carefully, and there were almost no gaps, and the two screws were very small. I painstakingly unscrewed the two screws, and a very thin wooden board fell off, and this mezzanine was very narrow, and there was no way to do it, because the desktop of the desk was only about seven or eight centimeters thick, so the mezzanine could not be too large, and the distance between the entire mezzanine was only a finger wide.

If this is the result of my father's thirty years of research, it can only be said that my father has been thinking with his toes for so many years, because such a small book can't record much at all.

Although it is true to say that, in any case, the fact that this book was hidden in such a secret place by my father, and that my mother and I had not known about it for decades, is enough to show that the contents of this book must be quite important, at least, some things that do not want others to know.

I pulled out my notebook, and it was very worn-out, in the style of the 80's usual flip-through notebooks.

I sat back in my chair when a piece of paper floated out of my notebook.

I turned on the lamp on my desk, and then leaned over to pick up the piece of paper that had fallen on the floor, and as soon as I touched it, I knew it was a photograph as I felt it coming from my fingertips.

I picked up the photo and put it under the lamp to look at it, and the whole person was there.

The photo looks relatively new, and I assume it was taken five or six years ago.

In the photograph, there are two young people, who appear to be standing in a small garden, surrounded by some green plants. Two young men stood side by side, the slightly older one with a serious face and a frown, as if he had something on his mind to say. The man standing next to him looked a little younger, looking like he was in his early twenties. In stark contrast to the older man, this young man had a relaxed face and a very sunny smile on his face, and I believe that everyone who sees his smile will only think of the best things in the world, as if everything is smiling at him.

Beyond the stark contrast between the two men, I was struck by the identities of these two people. The older man, whom I used to see in the old photo albums of my father and mother, was my older brother, Van Perling.

And the other young man in the photo, although his face is still green, but the sunny expression and familiar smile make me recognize him at once - it is Ryazan.

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