"Xingyan?" I was stunned, isn't this person a student of Professor Chen? Missing people in that canyon!

How could the recipient of Yamamoto Bridge in China be this person?

When I heard Professor Chan say the name, my first reaction was that I must have made a mistake.

"Professor Chen, the student I remember your missing student is called Xin Yan, right? The recipient of this letter sent by Yamamoto Bridge is also called this name, so it must be a different person with the same name, right? ”

After hearing this, Professor Chen shook his head helplessly and said.

"You look at this picture first."

As he spoke, Professor Chen took out another photo from the folder and put it on the table, and when I looked at it, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.

This is also a black and white photo, and it looks like it's been around for some years.

The photograph was taken on a tattered street, and the main character of the photograph is a shaved bald man in a tattered coarse coat that is too wide in his coat, and the bald man is too thin to look incongruous.

Moreover, the little man looked very funny with his head bowed slightly, his hands crossed into the sleeves of his coat.

"This whole fucking bamboo pole for drying clothes?" After looking at the photo, Qu Fattou said with a smile.

"With this look, it's condescending not to be a Buddha."

The Buddha that Qu Fattou said is not the Buddha Guanyin.

This thing is talking in black words, and the name of the thief and pickpocket in the old nine streams is Buddha, and Qu Fattou said this because the image of the bald little man looks like an indescribable obscenity and a nest, and it looks like a pickpocket who is not in the stream.

however

I don't think so, but when I look closely, I can see that something is wrong.

This photo appears to have been taken candidly.

It's just that the person who took the picture may have been too careless and was discovered.

Although the little man with a bald head in the photo is said to have his head slightly lowered, his eyes are slanted and staring at the photographer's lens.

And, in the eyes of the bald little man, you can see a look of disdain and viciousness.

After carefully looking at the bald little man in the photo, for some reason, I had a feeling of familiarity in my mind, as if I had seen this person somewhere.

"This man ......," I said, wrinkling my eyebrows and staring at the picture.

"Something familiar, right?" Professor Chen answered from the side.

"Didn't you see the archaeological team I led in the compound of the Second Division? Like one of my archaeological team? ”

"Professor Chen......" I said with a grin.

"When your archaeological team went to the compound of the Second Division, how old I was at that time, after all these years, how can I remember it so clearly, I just feel that this person is familiar."

"Okay, so what is the difference between these two?"

Saying that, Professor Chen took out another photo? and the photo of the bald little man was placed together.

"What are you doing with such a mystery, what's the matter, can't you just say it, it's over, this photo on the left and the right is magical?"

I secretly scolded Professor Chen for this trick, but my eyes were on the newly pulled out photo of Professor Chen.

"Look, I'm right!" I glanced at it and before I could speak, the fat head next to me shouted again.

"Lao Tzu has already seen that this product is a live Buddha, look at the tweezers in his hand, so old! But what is this guy stealing? Broken copper, rotten iron, glass slag"

Before Qu Fattou finished speaking, he asked me to cover my mouth and press back.

"Don't be foolish if you don't know the way, it's not enough to be embarrassed, you look at people Chen Hudan, you don't understand or speak, there are many cities"

As I spoke, I glanced at Chen Hudan, and this glance made me feel cold

I said that this Chen Hudan didn't move for a long time, and he dared to understand the things we discussed, and this thing actually fell asleep with his head down, and he was bleeding in his chest.

I was really speechless, and whispered to Qu Fattou.

"Either you go with the dead sleep on the head of the tiger egg, or you just listen honestly, don't talk nonsense! When the time comes, our worth has fallen, how can we ask Old Man Chen for a high-priced appearance fee! ”

As soon as I finished saying this, Qu Fattou instantly became honest, and he sat there obediently like a child with autism.

I turned my head and looked at the picture again.

On top of the photo that Professor Chen took out for the second time, it was still the bald little man in the photo.

It's just that although this photo is also black and white, it looks much closer to the current era.

Moreover, if you look closely, the bald little man is also dressed a lot more decently.

The photo shows the little man sitting on a small bench with a basket scattered with broken porcelain pieces in front of him.

Holding a long tweezer in the hand of the little man, as if he had heard something funny, the little man was looking up at the camera and smiling.

After carefully looking at the two photos for a long time, I opened my mouth and said to Professor Chen.

"There's nothing different about the people in the photo, but I always think there's something strange about it......"

"Of course it's weird! The person in this photo is my former student, the missing Xin Yan. Professor Chen pointed to the photo he had taken out the second time.

"And this one," Professor Chen said, moving his finger to the photo he had taken out for the first time.

The person above is the person who received the letter from Yamamoto Bridge in China. The age difference between the two photos is more than forty years! But they look exactly the same, and it's even more coincidental that they all have the same name! Can this not be quirky? ”

"Fuck me!" Hearing Professor Chen say this, I couldn't help but spit out two words.

These two words made Bai Yi, who was sitting opposite, frown, and his face showed dissatisfaction.

I didn't realize I had lost my temper, but picked up the two pictures again and looked at them.

On top of the two photos, it is exactly the same person, and there is no difference at all.

The figure, the physiognomy, are exactly the same.

If I had to find something different, it would be in the second photo, as a student of Professor Chen, Xing Yan, there is no disdainful look in his eyes.

"Is it really weird?" I stared at the two pictures and muttered.

"Where did you get this picture?"

I picked up the photo that Professor Chen had taken out for the first time and asked.

"Like the surveillance report you just read, it was taken from the Japanese intelligence agencies by our agents."

Professor Chen didn't speak, but Bai Yi, who was sitting across from me, replied.

However, she said lightly that she had "taken" it from the intelligence agencies, but I can imagine what a price it would take.

"It seems that this Yamamoto Bridge was really suspicious! They all brought Japanese spies to our China, and since this Xingyan is the recipient of the letter in China, I don't know the content of the letter that Yamamoto Bridge sent him back then. ”

As soon as my voice fell, Bai Yi answered again.

"The content of the letters of that year was also intercepted by our agents, but due to special reasons, it could not be preserved in the form of audio and video In fact, Yamamoto Bridge sent several letters to Xingyan in China, and the content of each letter was only one sentence, is Hua'er okay?"