The door of the house opened, and a man with a hunched body and a simple face walked out.
The clothes he wore were also extremely simple, no different from ordinary old villagers.
This person shouldn't be Wang Zeyuan, right?
The old villager glanced at Jiang Guangzheng, nodded to him, led him in, and closed the door.
"Snow Lake, let's go in too!"
The two jumped onto the wall and stood firm to watch what was going on inside.
I saw Jiang Guangzheng following the old villager into the main hall of the house.
There were several coughs coming from inside.
Xue Hu and Yang Zimei jumped down and continued to follow invisibly.
I saw a man wearing a black satin Tang suit sitting on the Taishi chair in the main hall. His hair was very long and black, reaching to his shoulders.
But his face was as old as a crane's skin, and he only had one pair of eyes, which were still very sharp.
Looking at his body again, Yang Zimei was slightly surprised.
I saw that his body was thin and thin, and the clothes on his body seemed to be on a clothes rack, empty.
Looking at his feet, they are shorter than the legs of a chair, so they are like a child, dangling empty along with his trouser legs.
Big head, long hair, small body.
This proportion is really too weird, as if it were someone walking out of a cartoon.
Jiang Guang was standing in front of him with a very respectful attitude. He bent down and called out, "Mr. Wang——"
When Yang Zimei heard this, his pupils shrank again.
It turns out that this weird-looking old man is really Wang Zeyuan.
It has been many years since Wang Zeyuan abdicated, and he has not appeared in the media in recent years. In addition, Yang Zimei was still young and squatted on the mountain all the time. He had never even watched TV, so he had no idea what Wang Zeyuan looked like.
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But, it doesn’t mean it looks so weird, right?
How did such a person reach the position of head of state before?
Wang Zeyuan's fingers, as dry as sticks, were playing with a bead.
Yang Zimei could see clearly that it was also a nine-eyed dzi bead, a little bigger than hers.
"Mr. Wang, I didn't want to disturb you originally, but something happened suddenly..."
Jiang Guangzheng said as he took out the document bag from his cloth bag.
When he saw that the document bag was different from the one he originally took, it was another secret file. He couldn't help but be startled and couldn't figure out how he could get the wrong one.
He had no choice but to stuff the file back into his bag.
Wang Zeyuan looked at him sharply, "What happened? Why didn't you show it to me?"
"I took it by mistake, sorry."
Jiang Guangzheng looked a little embarrassed, then he plucked up his courage and said to Wang Zeyuan, "Mr. Wang, do you still remember the Lotus Lake in Longze Park?"
"Um."
Wang Zeyuan responded vaguely.
"Today, a big thing happened in Hehua Lake. Someone discovered that in the center of Hehua Lake, there were many dead bodies lying near and far. The police also excavated an underground palace."
As Jiang Guangzheng spoke, he observed Wang Zeyuan carefully, wanting to see his reaction.
"oh."
There was no reaction on Wang Zeyuan's face, and he still responded vaguely.
"We also found a woman in the basement, Miss Long Caiyun, who disappeared more than 20 years ago."
After Jiang Guangzheng finished speaking, he took out a black and white photo from the bag.
There are two playful little whips in the photo, and she smiles happily and innocently, as if the sun in the world is falling on her face.