The bookshelf is empty, and there are only a few basic books on the shelves.
Manshu thought of those simple mechanisms and took a look at each book to see if there was anything in it.
Unfortunately, there is nothing.
Just when she was about to run out of patience, Yan Zhan walked over to the Bogu rack.
There were things placed on the Bogu shelf before, but now they have been taken away, but the design of this shelf is very interesting.
There is a depression on some of the small grids on this ancient shelf.
Every groove is different.
It looks like the grooves are customized based on the antique ornaments placed. It is more stable when things are put down.
He tried pressing one.
The groove is actually movable, like a button.
Yan Zhan's eyebrows moved and he pressed another one.
When pressed this time, the first one to be pressed got up again.
He picked another one, and this time the second one got up again.
Explanation, this order is wrong.
Yan Zhan carefully observed the arrangement of the ancient bookshelf, thinking about the correct order.
At the same time, Manshu found a photo from the pages of a red book.
In the photo is a family.
It can be seen that even in the old black and white photos, this family looks good, with handsome boys and girls, and cute children.
It's just that the poses of these people taking photos are a bit strange.
It's not based on age.
It's not based on height, couple, children or anything like that.
Some are taller and some are shorter, seemingly standing randomly.
There is no poss at all.
Perhaps, people of that era were not used to taking pictures at all, so they felt cramped and nervous.
She glanced at the back of the photo - a group photo of the Ye family, taken in 19xx.
In this era, the child in the arms is the original homeowner, right?
The other party didn't take such a precious photo out of the country.
Did you forget or something?
"Third uncle, I found a photo." Manshu raised the thing in his hand towards Yan Zhan.
Yan Zhan also clicked on the book shelf: "The top row is full of movable grooved buttons, but I don't know the order. I'm afraid that if I press the wrong button, the mechanism will be triggered."
Manshu's eyes lit up and she became interested.
Maybe this is the fun of treasure hunting.
She hurried over. She was not as tall as Yan Zhan. Even with her feet on her feet, she couldn't see the full view of the ancient shelf above.
Yan Zhan reached out and hugged the person directly.
She sat on his arm. This posture was like an old father holding his three-year-old daughter, which made Manshu quite ashamed.
Yan Zhan asked her to look at the grooves on it, and Manshu finally saw something interesting.
"Uncle Third, look, there are nine grooves in this row. Coincidentally, there are also nine people in my photo."
Nine people?
Yan Zhan held the photo in his hand.
The first one is short, the second one is short, the third one is tall, the fourth one...
The only uncertainty is, is the child in my arms considered short or tall?
Which comes first, the child or the father holding him?
If we consider the father's height, the next groove cannot be pressed.
If you follow the child, you should press.
"Come on, I think the father should come first before the child." Manshu also knew the correspondence between the agency and the photo.
Seeing Yan Zhan hesitate, she became more agile.
Taking advantage of Yan Zhan's unpreparedness, she quickly pressed it down.
Yan Zhan frowned: "You go down first."
If he made a mistake, there would be some trap later, and it would definitely be aimed at the person who pressed the buttons randomly. He didn't want to be unable to dodge and let Manshu get hit.