The old man seemed to have been rummaging for a long time before he found a thick stack of newspapers.
A layer of dust has fallen on the newspaper, and the thick newspaper is tied with a rope in all directions.
The old man carefully patted off all the dust on them: "These are the newspapers I collected. There are many, but they are already very dirty. If you don't mind, just look through them and see if there is anything you are looking for."
Gu Zichen nodded immediately, squatted in front of the newspaper without feeling dirty, and untied the rope.
After untying the rope, he briefly read through the thick stack of nearly thousands of newspapers in front of him.
After reading it, his brows all knitted together.
There are no newspapers here that he needs, nor are they related to the report about the fire at the research base more than ten years ago.
He could be sure that that newspaper was not among the pile of newspapers.
"Grandpa, there isn't the newspaper I'm looking for here."
The old man responded softly, then returned to the newspaper and tied it up again.
"If it doesn't exist, then I don't have it either. All the newspapers I collected are here. If you say they don't exist, then I guess they really don't exist."
Gu Zichen narrowed his eyes and glanced at the old man's behavior, as if he had guessed something.
"It seems that grandpa likes newspapers very much and is a collector of newspapers, right?"
When the old man heard what he said, he couldn't help but smile: "How can I be considered a collector? I'm just a rag picker. Besides, newspapers are the least valuable things, and they are collected by ordinary collectors.
But they are all valuable antiques, right? Who would collect some newspapers like me?"
Gu Zichen shook his head: "No, only meaningful collections can be called collectors. Collections are not defined by value. So grandpa, you are a collector. Because the newspapers you collect are all treasures that are about to disappear from the public eye.
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"These newspapers, they were once very popular."
The old man's hand gently brushed the newspapers in front of him: "Yes, these newspapers are no longer remembered by people. If I abandon them again, I guess no one will be able to remember them, right?"
Which person today does not read hot news through mobile phones? How many of them read through newspapers? That was the way people did it in the past.
Gu Zichen followed his words and spoke step by step: "Grandpa, you love collecting newspapers so much. Then you should have collected a newspaper about the fire at the research base more than ten years ago? That incident was a sensation. I believe it must be
It's the headline information in the newspaper..."
"Such a hot newspaper, Grandpa, a collector like you wouldn't miss it, right?"
As soon as his words came out, the old man's hand holding the newspaper froze on the spot, and his whole body seemed to be petrified on the spot.
He remained motionless, with a little avoidance and fear in his eyes: "No, there is no such newspaper! I have never collected it! I don't know what you are talking about!"
After he finished speaking, he immediately moved the newspaper back to where it was before starting to drive Gu Zichen away.
"Okay, there is nothing you are looking for here! You should leave quickly! Don't delay my work here!"
Gu Zichen was kicked out and immediately frowned.
The old man's reaction was really strange.
He reacted as if he knew something.
Gu Zichen's eyes rolled around a few times, and a person suddenly came to mind.
Maybe that person can help him.
He quickly made a call, but within ten minutes, a luxury car parked on the side of the road.
A man who looked exactly like Gu Zichen walked out of the car. The difference was that the man had a rigorous appearance and was wearing a decent suit and leather shoes.
Gu Zichen was wearing simple casual clothes.
"Zi Chen, what happened when you called me here in such a hurry?" Li Zichen asked in confusion.
Gu Zichen nodded: "Well, it has something to do with the mission. I hope to use your mind-reading skills to help me read the information I want."
Li Zichen's eyes couldn't help but show a little interest: "Is it related to the mission you are performing? Then I am very happy to help."
The two of them returned to the scrap recycling bin one after the other.
When the old man saw Gu Zichen coming again, he waved his hand impatiently: "Why are you here again? Leave quickly, I told you. There is nothing you want here, and even if you stay here, I don't have it either!"
Gu Zichen narrowed his wise eyes and said sharply: "Grandpa, more than ten years ago, the research base caught fire. For such a major event, I can't find any information on the Internet. How is this possible? So I guess, it should be
Someone behind the scenes forcibly deleted all the information."
"Information on the Internet can be deleted at any time, but information in newspapers cannot. It should be considered the era of newspapers at that time. I don't believe that the newspapers at that time did not report this matter!"
"Nowadays, newspapers have been eliminated, but it is impossible not to find any previous newspapers. I believe that those who deleted online information must have also done something to the newspapers. However, there will always be fish that slip through the net, so, about
The newspaper about the fire at the research base more than ten years ago must still exist!"
All of his words were directed at the fire at the research base more than ten years ago.
There was a lot of nervousness on the old man's face, and his eyes kept turning left and right, as if he was avoiding something or thinking about how to answer this question.
Gu Zichen gave Li Zichen a look.
After Li Zichen understood, he quickly closed his eyes and put all his mental energy on the old man's head, as if reading his inner words.
Suddenly, the old man's inner words rang out in his mind: "After so many years, how could this matter be revealed again? Shouldn't it be over? Did it end with the fire?
Very few people know about this matter! Who is this young man? How can he know so much?!"
"How does he know that the newspaper still exists? Does he know that the newspaper is in my hands?"
After reading the key information, Li Zichen opened his extremely tired eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and he took two powerless steps back.
Gu Zichen quickly supported him: "How is it?"
Li Zichen said very firmly: "The newspaper still exists, and it is in his hands."
One sentence directly determined the final outcome of this matter.
When the old man heard Li Zichen's words, he took several steps back nervously: "Don't talk nonsense! The newspapers from more than ten years ago have a long history. I have thrown them away long ago..."
A confident smile appeared on Gu Zichen's lips: "Grandpa, you are a newspaper collector, why would you throw away newspapers?"