Open the house door, walk out of a man with a bow from the inside, a man with a thick face.
The clothes on his body are also extremely simple clothes, which is no different from ordinary old villagers.
This person should not be Wang Zeyuan, right?
The old villagers glanced at Jiang Guangzheng, nodded towards him, attracted him in, and closed the door.
"Snow Lake, let's go in too!"
The two jumped on the wall and watched the situation inside firmly.
I saw Jiang Guangzheng followed the old villagers into the main hall of the house.
There were a few cough sounds from it.
Xuehu and Yang Zi frowned, and continued to follow the hidden tracking.
I saw a man sitting on the main chair in the main hall, wearing a black satin Tang costume, his hair was very dark until his shoulders.
But his face is old -fashioned like crane skin, only a pair of eyes, and he is very elite.
Looking at his body again, Yang Zimei was surprised slightly.
I saw his bones thin and thin, and the clothes were worn on him, as if wearing a hanger, empty.
Looking at his feet, it is shorter than the chair legs, so like a child, as the legs are empty on it.
The head is large, long, small.
This proportion is too weird, as if it is a person who comes out of the cartoon.
Jiang Guang was standing in front of him, and his attitude seemed to be respectful. He bent and called, "Wang Lao-"
When Yang Zimei heard it, his pupil eyes shrank again.
It turns out that this weird old man is really Wang Zeyuan.
Wang Ziyuan has abdicated for many years. In recent years, he has not appeared in the media in recent years. In addition, Yang Zimei was still small and has been squatting on the mountain. He has never seen TV.
Then, then
But, it is not so weird to grow?
What kind of person has such a person who had been in the head of state before?
Wang Zeyuan's dry fingers were like a wooden branch, and he was playing with a bead.
Yang Zimei could see clearly, and it was actually a nine -eyed dzi, a little bigger than her.
"Wang Lao, I didn't want to disturb you, but things were a bit suddenly ..."
Jiang Guangzheng said, taking out the file bag from his bag.
When he saw the file bag was not the same as the original one he had taken, it was another secret file. He couldn't help but think about how he could get wrong.
He had to stuff the file back into his bag.
Wang Zeyuan looked at him sharply, "What? Why not show me?"
"It's wrong, I'm sorry."
Jiang Guang Zheng was slightly embarrassing, and he gathered the courage slightly, and said to Wang Zeyuan, "Wang Lao, do you remember the lotus lake in Longze Park?"
"Um."
If Wang Ziyuan responded without any place.
"Today, a major event happened in the Lotus Lake. Some people noticed that at the center of the lotus lake, a lot of deserted dead corpses, police officers also excavated a underground palace room."
Jiang Guangzheng said, he observed Wang Zeyuan seriously, and wanted to see what he responded.
"oh."
There is no reaction on Wang Zeyuan's face, and there is still a response.
"We also found a woman from that basement, Miss Long Caiyun, who was missing more than 20 years ago."
Jiang Guangzheng finished speaking and took a black and white photo from the bag.
There are two playful whip in the photo, and the face is pleasing to innocence, as if the sunlight all over the world falls on her face.