What he saw were his parents, their bodies wrapped in metallic tape, sitting on chairs on both sides of the wall.
The two people were trembling all over. When they saw him appearing at the door, their eyes widened in horror: "You... you... don't even let the child go?"
My mother was shouting in panic: "He doesn't know anything! Yuanyuan doesn't know anything! Don't touch him..."
Someone said in a cold voice: "Quiet, Zhang Meili."
The speaker was a young man sitting behind the desk.
Yan Yuanji's appearance has no features at all. He is just a very ordinary face. If there is anything worth paying attention to, it can only be that his hair is slightly brown. It is not clear whether it is illuminated by the light.
There is a computer in front of this person, and his hands are busy operating it. There are stacks of documents beside him. Many of them are pictures, but the specific content is too far away, so it is difficult to see clearly.
The burly man kicked him into the room.
At this time, another person came out from the side of the bookcase. He was also a young man. He had a mole in the corner of his eye that made people uncomfortable to look at. I wanted to reach out and pick it out for him. He raised his hand with a bright silver camera: "Come on, young man,
Look here, look here, smile every time, eggplant--zi."
Of course Yan Yuan couldn't laugh.
The man was very dissatisfied: "Don't you know how to smile? What's the deal? Come on, I'll hook the corners of his mouth and you take a picture of him. Mr. Guo, Mr. Guo?"
As he spoke, he handed the camera to the person sitting behind the table. Mr. Guo didn't even raise his head, so naturally he didn't know how to pick it up. He said with an impatient look on his face: "Shoot!"
The man with the tearful mole said: "Alas, Mr. Guo, you are so annoying."
She complained, but she still pressed the shutter on him. With a sizzling sound, a large photo was spit out from a black tablet on the table.
A wirelessly connected printer.
Mr. Guo reached out and pulled out the photo. He looked at the photo first, and then raised his eyes to look at Yan Yuan. At this time, there was the sound of footsteps, and several more people walked into the book, all talking:
"Everyone's here."
"Can I finally ask now?"
"I've been waiting for this for a long time."
The study space is not small, but it also becomes quite crowded.
Mr. Guo said: "There is no need for everyone to come together. The person in charge of the search will continue the search."
After saying this, three more people went out. Mr. Guo put the photos randomly on the table. The cold girl came over and stood next to him, arranged the photos and documents neatly, and placed them separately.
Zhang Meili's lips trembled: "Let the child go, it has nothing to do with him, it has nothing to do with him, please..."
Mr. Guo said: "Let her be quiet."
The burly man immediately took out a circle of tape from behind his buttocks and tore it open. Zhang Meili shook her head desperately, but his mouth was still sealed by him.
Yan Yuan immediately became anxious: "Let go of my mother!"
He wanted to rush over, but the person behind him held him back.
The cold blade touched the back of my heart once again.
Mr. Guo said: "Don't be too rude. You have damaged the integrity of the sample and the higher-ups are not satisfied."
When he said this, he looked at the burly man with reproachful eyes. The burly man shouted loudly and said, "I can't help it! I can't help it! When I see him, I think of his brother. I'm so damn angry."
Mr. Guo said: "Everyone is angry. It's okay. I won't report it. Please be careful in the future."
The burly man seemed quite grateful: "Okay!"
Mr. Guo said: "Come here."
He said this to Yan Yuan. Yan Yuan glanced at his father. Yan Jianguo pointed his chin to the table, indicating that he was obedient.
So Yan Yuan walked over.
At this time, the cold girl picked out a few photos and arranged them on the table.
The two people's hands turned the photo upside down so that it was easier for him to see. Mr. Guo asked, "Do you know me?"
The clarity of the photos is very good. The backgrounds are different, either in an avant-garde and simple office, or at a technology-rich seminar, but the protagonist is the same young man. He looks a few years older than him and wears a black frame.
The glasses are elegant and elegant, and the person is thin and slim, giving people a feeling of calmness and melancholy.
Yan Yuan said: "I don't know. But...this is what you said...my brother? It's impossible, right? We don't look alike at all?"
Mr. Guo said: "Isn't that right? He is much more handsome than you."
The corners of the man with the tear mole's mouth were twitching.
The indifferent woman flew over with a knife in her eye.
So he stopped smoking immediately.
Yan Yuan had no time to pay attention to these small actions. He shivered and said: "You... must have made a mistake somewhere, right? I don't know you, I really don't know you. I don't even know when I will have something."
Brother, Dad, Mom, this is because they made a mistake, right? Didn't you explain it to them? "
Mr. Guo said: "I haven't allowed them to speak yet."
He raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Jianguo and Zhang Meili: "Come here."
Yan Jianguo and Zhang Meili stood up and walked to his desk. Several photos were pushed towards them: "Admit it."
Yan Jianguo said: "No, we really don't know this person."
He said and glanced at his wife.
Zhang Meili's mouth was sealed and she could not speak, but she was shaking her head desperately to show her innocence.
Mr. Guo said: "What about these pictures?"
I pushed out a few more photos. One was of the person giving a speech at the press conference, with a demonstration screen showing lines of code behind him. His face still looked childish, that is, he looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. The other was of a degree.
During the award ceremony, I was even younger, with my doctor's hat covering half of my head, and my academic gown dragging on the floor.
Yan Jianguo and Zhang Meili stared at these photos. Yan Yuan still looked blank, but noticed that his parents next to him were trembling slightly.
Mr. Guo said: "The start-up company's press conference and the Ph.D. awarding ceremony at Hua Ge University. Don't you know these things?"
Yan Jianguo shook his head and said: "It's quite... impressive. But we really don't know him, and we have never heard of anything like this."
Mr. Guo said: "How many of these are there?"
He took out a few more photos. They were remakes of old photos, and they were enlarged. They were quite blurry and had turned yellow.
The background of these photos is almost the same, which is a simple ward. But the protagonists are different. To be more precise, the people are the same, but the ages are different.
Apparently he grew up in this ward.
The muscles on the man's face twitched, which was a little hard to describe.
The indifferent woman seemed slightly shocked.
Mr. Guo asked again: "Do you want to remind me? Laoshan Mental Hospital."
Yan Jianguo did not immediately deny it, but fell silent.
Even with the tape, it couldn't hide the beautiful lips that were changing and trembling, as if they wanted to say something.
Mr. Guo said: "Let her speak."
The indifferent woman reached over and tore off the tape on Zhang Mei's mouth. The tape was quite strong and it was not easy to tear off. So it was Yan Jianguo who said first: "You are not the same person."
He pointed to the photo in the background of the mental hospital and other photos: "There is not the same person in the front and back."