The little ruffian had a sense of humor, but the knife in his hand was real. Especially when he slapped it on his face, the old man could feel that the blade was only ten centimeters away from his carotid artery. He didn't look like a desperado.
The pair of very dark glasses says it all.
The frightened Lao Maozi spread his hands vigorously. The body language of foreigners is always so rich. He may say that he cannot understand Chinese.
But I looked at the very large table next to Lao Maozi, and I vaguely knew what they were doing. There were several fossils on the table. The fossils might have been a whole piece, but they had been divided for research. I ran to
Next to the large row of boxes in the corner, one was opened. These boxes should be full of fossils, fossils transported back from the Xihai River. It seems that two old men are responsible for studying fossils here, and one of them is holding a notebook in his hand.
, I was making notes at any time. They were all in Russian, which we couldn’t understand, but they were probably a series of data obtained from studying fossils.
"Okay." The little ruffian took back the knife and said, "I should ask someone who can understand Chinese."
There were about seven or eight people in the entire basement, and they were all under control. The little gangster walked up to one person, pulled him behind a pile of boxes in the corner, then squatted down and said, "I can't do it in front of so many people."
It’s hard for you to answer if I ask. There’s no one else around now. Tell me honestly, where is Lai Weiguo?”
"I have no idea."
The little ruffian's expression did not change at all, but the knife in his hand was suddenly inserted into the man's thigh, and it was inserted very deep. The other person was hurt by the sudden stabbing and panicked. At that time, he covered the wound and started to tremble. The little ruffian
He is not a good person, his mouth does not hurt or itch, but he is very cruel when he touches it.
"Where is Lai Weiguo?"
"I really don't know, really..."
Before the other party finished speaking, he was stabbed again on the other leg. The man's face turned red all of a sudden and he screamed like a pig. But the little ruffian didn't even blink, he still looked at it with a smile.
The blood on the opponent's thigh flowed out loudly. Then, he asked again. After the third knife was stabbed, the little ruffian judged that he might really not know Lai Weiguo's whereabouts.
"I guess he can't say anything." The little gangster stood up and whispered to me, then raised his eyes and looked around constantly. The intercom rang from time to time, which was people from other places in the villa reporting the situation. The situation was basically the same.
It was under control, and some people on both sides were injured, but our side was prepared and had a greater advantage than the other side.
This basement is the deepest and is divided into two parts. The outer part is mainly used for Lao Maozi to study fossils. The inner part contains some boxes containing fossils and surveillance. I walked to the inside of the basement with the little gangster.
, looking around, although there are a lot of clutter, they are neatly packed away.
Then, the two of us saw at the same time a security door at the end of the basement. The security door was tightly closed. Through the exhaust window, we could see that there were dark lights and no one there. The little gangster was obviously interested in this security door.
He became interested in the room, but the security door was tightly closed. Without the key, even if he tried to pry it hard, it would take a long time to open it. He turned around and walked outside, dragged the man with the knife on his leg over, and asked him: "
What’s going on with this house?”
In just a few minutes, this person had already frightened the little gangster. He looked at the security door tremblingly and swallowed. This basement is probably the most hidden and deepest place in the entire Jinghua Villa.
This place, the person who can work here will not be an ordinary clerk. Even if this person does not know where Uncle Lai is, he should know the situation of the basement itself to some extent.
"It seems that you still have no memory." The little ruffian sighed and pretended to draw the knife.
"Yes! It's the boss's office!" The man suddenly yelled, fearing that he would be hit twice more.
"Where's the key?" The little ruffian took back his hand and said, "I want to go in and have a look."
"There really is no key. No one can enter this office except the boss. No one has ever entered. If you don't believe me, you can ask."
The little ruffian looked at me. I actually don't doubt that this person is lying. Uncle Lai will not trust others casually. This is a more important place for him. His office is probably inaccessible to ordinary people.
We didn’t have tools, and we were a little short on time. It was too difficult to pry open such a high-quality anti-theft door. I thought about it and quickly contacted Zhao Yingjun and asked him to come over immediately. About a few minutes later, Zhao Yingjun
When we arrived, I pointed to the door and said, "You should be able to open it, right?"
"No problem." Zhao Yingjun said as he took out a very thin wire from his body and grinned: "A piece of instant noodles can unlock all the locks in the world. Give me three minutes."
Zhao Yingjun was born with the potential to be a thief. He could open the very wide and thick iron door under the Xihai River, so this security door was naturally not a problem. After both the inner and outer doors were opened, a person of about three or four
A ten-square-meter room appeared in front of him. According to those who were caught, whenever Uncle Lai comes to Jinghua Villa, he usually stays in the office. No one knows what he is doing in the office. Two old men are also always there.
In the villa, every three or five days, Uncle Lai will put away their research data.
There are desks, two large bookshelves, and cabinets in the room. Except for the ventilation window, there are no gaps in the entire office. The little gangster smiled and said: "It seems that Lai Weiguo is also very insecure."
people."
Then, we found a safe in a corner of the office. Several people took action immediately. Zhao Yingjun went to get the safe, and the rest were rummaging around the room. Uncle Lai has good office habits. What should be put there?
The place was not messy at all. Except for the safe that Zhao Yingjun had not yet opened, other places had been temporarily rummaged through, and no important findings were found.
"You go out first, keep your eyes bright, and don't get into any trouble." The little gangster asked the rest of the people to go out for the time being, leaving only the two of us behind to watch Zhao Yingjun's work.
This safe was very big. Zhao Yingjun was so busy that he finally opened it with sweat. The contents inside were also neatly arranged. We took them out one by one and looked at them. There were organized fossil research materials in Russian, and
Some cash and important accounts. Although we are on the same front as the gangsters because of the situation, Zhao Yingjun and I both know that this kind of front is only temporary. Sooner or later, we and them will fall out. So Zhao Yingjun's actions
Soon, I was fighting with the gangsters for the more important information.
During the rummaging, my target was attracted by the contents of a bundle of plastic bags at the top of the safe. While the two of them were desperately looking through the things, I reached out and took out the bundle. Here are some
There were messy things, including papers, photos, and thin notebooks. When I opened it, I knew that these were items that had aged well. The corners of the paper were slightly yellowed.
The things in the plastic bag were very messy, and the information recorded on it was also very messy and varied. Several photos were of ordinary life. I identified them and found that they might be a group photo of Kuang Haige and his gang when they were young. As for the paper and
I don't quite understand the written records in the notebook. Uncle Lai used to be in charge of some accounts, so there are expenditure records from 1990 to 1995, as well as several people who were in and out of the Xihaihe Project Area at that time.
Old pass.
I thought that these messy things might have been collected privately by Uncle Lai over a long period of time. They are of little use, but this seems to be a habit of his. He is not easy to trust others, so he is better than normal.
People pay more attention to other people's private parts. These trivial things have been well hidden by him for so many years.
As I was flipping through the pages, I suddenly noticed a piece of paper. The piece of paper was sandwiched among the mess. It was about the size of half a book. I don’t know why I suddenly noticed this. It’s probably because it was among so many things.
The reason why things seem unique among them, and after I took a few glances, I made new discoveries.
Following these discoveries, I felt a cool air on the soles of my feet begin to spread around my body.
This is a very old prescription. I don’t know which hospital it is from. In the patient name column on the prescription, my name is written, and my age at that time was one year old. Judging from the medicines prescribed on the prescription,
It should be a fever. In fact, on the surface, this is a very normal prescription, but the problem I found lies in the date.
The end date of this prescription is November 17, 1985.
what does that mean?
I feel like there is some confusion in my mind. Under normal circumstances, there is no need for the doctor who prescribes to fill in the date incorrectly. At most, it is due to occasional mistakes. The error is only one day. As for the patient's family, it is even less likely to falsely report the patient.
age, resulting in medical errors, especially for babies only one year old.
In other words, this prescription should be authentic. I felt dizzy. In November 1985, two years before I was born, I had already gone to the hospital because of a fever, and the doctor issued a prescription?
For a one-year-old baby, he has no memory of anything around him, so I can't search for these past things in my memory.
I couldn't help but look at the little ruffian, looking at him steadily. Because along with this prescription sign that made me feel confused, I thought of what he said as a joke when we were drinking.
I clearly remember that he and I were both born in 1987, and the little ruffian was born earlier than me, but he smiled and said that I was older than him. I felt baffled by his words, but at this moment, this prescription