If Song Wenbin still had a trace of guilt about his behavior in Europe before seeing these files, but after seeing these files, the guilt in his heart was gone. The world is like a playground, as long as he has a clear conscience, he can play how he likes, and those so-called laws, morals, and rules cannot limit him in the slightest.

On the other side, Sutina was standing in front of an open cabinet at the moment, holding a thick document in the cabinet, and quickly flipped through it, but she began to sweat when she turned over her head, and suddenly, she was unstable under her feet, and she was almost about to fall, Huo Yu quickly supported her.

The sound alarmed Song Wenbin, he didn't dare to shoot again, and hurriedly came to Sutina's side, only to see her paralyzed in Huo Yu's arms, her face bloodless, and her lips were white.

Song Wenbin asked unusually nervously, "What happened, did you find it?"

"Find.... It's found...," Sutina said hoarsely, "But..... Probably and what you think..... It's not the same.....

Song Wenbin chuckled in his heart: "How is it different?"

"You see, the location of this document is—a summary of the locations of all shipwrecks of the East India Company."

She turned to a page of the thick document and stopped, the text on the page was dense, all in foreign languages, and Song Wenbin couldn't read a word.

Sutina pointed to the old pages of the transparent film and shuddered and said, "This is Pierre. De Witt once published the original paper on Van Baren in the Royal Netherlands Academy of Social Sciences, the original information is very large, but.... But.... But..... The final conclusion of the original part...... but it was crossed out."

Song Wenbin looked at it, and sure enough, he saw a long ribbon of ink in the last column of the document, which was left by someone with a black marker.

Sutina pointed to the long black ribbon on the page and said, "Judging from the account of this paper, Pierre. DeWitt has a fairly clear inference about where the Van Barren sank, but ..... but it was ruined..."

Song Wenbin was sluggish, and he struggled to find clues, and finally found that the most important conclusion of this document was actually damaged, which was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for him.

At this time, Huo Yu on the side asked softly, "The conclusion has been crossed out, but not all the information has been destroyed. DeWitt deduced the location of the Van Barren's sinking, so as long as we have his information, can we also deduce it?"

Huo Yu, who had always been reckless, suddenly calmed down at this time, Su Tina's eyes lit up, and she said as if she had recovered her soul, "I'll take a picture!" Let the domestic team analyze it with me."

As she spoke, she picked up her phone and was about to take a picture.

But Song Wenbin was already tense to the extreme, he couldn't help but pick up the one-foot-thick document and stuff it directly into his bag, saying, "Let's wait until we leave, let's get out of here first."

"Do you want to take it away?" Sutina said uneasily.

"Not letting Huo Yu burn this place is enough to give it face." Song Wenbin threw the bag on his back: "Don't be reasonable with the ghost elder, go."

After saying that, he rushed out of the library in Amsterdam with his two colleagues with his bag on his back without looking back.

When he left the library and stood outside again, Song Wenbin realized that his back was already sweating nervously, and his heart was pounding. At this moment, he still had a feeling of unreal dizziness.

When the three of them walked out of the University of Amsterdam, the strong sense of unreality came over them.

At the moment, the entire University of Amsterdam has become a chaotic hell. Countless men and women beat and tore each other together, and human brains were beaten into dog brains. The police, the demonstrators, the proud boys, the LGBT, the men and women, the old and the young, all came.

The street was full of burning flags, flying leaflets, and people playing drums on the roofs and cars on both sides.

Playing a heavy metal bass, the hair on his head is flicked around.

Smoke, music, beatings, swearing, slogans, the ongoing.

There are countless people who roll and writhe on the street like engaging in performance art, and several extreme women even start pis on the street in order to swear their absolute dominance over the body, chanting slogans while pize, her body belongs only to herself!

And the men put AQT on their heads like Yujiro Van Ma put his face on the glass, and the eyes of the beast ancestors roared, "I can't breathe!

I can't breathe!

I can't breathe!

」

It was as if there was an invisible god in the void who was frantically oppressing him, but in Song Wenbin's opinion, the person who put T on his head was himself.

He didn't care about these chaotic hell scenes, he just called Wei Ning's phone and looked for him. Soon, they found the filming crew next to a burning police car.

Director Bowley, who is completely obsessed with this extremely chaotic and crazy city, carries the camera, tears and mutters, "This is what filmmaking is...... I have lived forty-five years in vain..... Cool....***....."

When Song Wenbin went to inform the director to leave quickly, his feet were like taking root, and he couldn't drag it away.

Song Wenbin couldn't, so he had to call Huo Yu.

Huo Yu had a cold face, dragged Bao Li's clothes on the back of his neck and forcibly dragged him to the side of the NIO tram, after getting into the car, Bao Li was still reluctant to carry the camera to the street in the car, and muttered excitedly and tearfully: "It's cool.... It's fucking exciting...... It's so exciting.....

It was only after driving the car to the vicinity of the airport that the director put down the camera, and it was already dark in Amsterdam, and at the end of the chaotic day, a light rain began to fall in the gloomy sky, and the rain seemed to give rise to something different.

Bliss is followed by a sorrow that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved. Looking at the rain outside the window, the director, who has always been extremely cold and hard-hearted, inexplicably sat on the seat of the car and covered his face and began to cry.

Several people in the car didn't understand why Bowley was crying, and Sutina comforted, "Director, why are you crying..."

"This show is so exciting....," Bowley covered his face and cried bitterly, "How can I live without it in the future..... But such a wonderful film, if it is filmed, it can't be broadcast..... What a pity..... It's a shame......

"You can't find a national treasure, and you still want to broadcast it?"

Jiang Lu, the producer on the side, said coldly, and she sat on the chair wet and slumped.

Bowley was startled, and he raised his head with tears in his eyes.

Seeing that the producer Jiang Lu also covered her head and cried, she gritted her teeth and said, "You crazy people.... You monsters...... What will happen to this show, have you ever thought about it......" She tore her hair in despair and said frantically, "It's been less than half a month, and you're tossing Amsterdam like this..... Which country will allow you to go again.......

"No, the producer is big, do you think we caused the chaos in this city?" Song Wenbin turned his head from the co-pilot and asked a little angrily.

"You guys!?"

Jiang Lu, who was sitting in the back seat of Song Wenbin, suddenly kicked the chair behind the co-pilot Song Wenbin like crazy, and the high heels poked dozens of holes in the car chair, and she screamed in the car, "Are you still embarrassed to talk!"

If it's not you!

Will we be where we are now!? You're a ghost!

Devil!

Go back and wait for jail!

」

Song Wenbin was extremely surprised, he sneered: "Don't be funny, producer, even if you arrest me in prison or even shoot me, it will only calm the anger of the public and pretend that this matter has been resolved.

The truth is, if I could throw a city into chaos with just three and a half seconds of storytelling, that's

All I can say is that the city itself is a sensitive, suspicious, fragile, mistrusted, and divided city, and in a place like this, there will be an endless stream of demons and monsters in your mouth."

"Shut up!

Jiang Lu reprimanded angrily.

"I'm not a devil, I'm just a fun person who likes to tell jokes, Jiang Dada, I respect you very much, and I don't mean to offend you, but I have to tell you seriously. You put the same story in Hegang, in Manchuria, in any remote and economically backward rural area in China. Do you think the people in there will hang you? No, people in those places take it as a joke. Don't talk about *** fighting, it's all about lifting you. But when I'm telling jokes, people look serious and think that my jokes are all true, is that my fault?"

Jiang Lu looked at Song Wenbin, the muscles on her face twitched, but she couldn't say a word, she couldn't refute Song Wenbin, but no matter whether this guy can speak well, the final result of this matter will be shared by the entire program team.

And now, she just wants to get out of this terrible place as soon as possible, and leave this group of evil colleagues.

After arriving at the airport, producer Jiang Lu couldn't wait to push the car door, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, and he was wet carrying a bag, walked down from the tram like a walking corpse, and walked to the airport hall alone in annoyance.

"Ginger deer!" Huo Yu got out of the car and called her to stop.

Jiang Lu looked back at Huo Yu, two women with whirling cannons painted on their faces standing in front of the airport in a foreign country, looking at each other through the dripping rain.

Huo Yu's lips squirmed, and he looked at this former friend and said earnestly, "This time, I'm sorry for you."

"Don't thank me," Jiang Lu replied coldly, "Find the national treasure, this is the only chance for our show to survive."