If before seeing these files, Song Wenbin still felt a little guilty about his promiscuous behavior in Europe, but after seeing these files, the guilt in his heart disappeared. The world is like a playground. As long as he has a clear conscience, he can play however he likes. Those so-called laws, morals, and rules cannot restrict him in the slightest.
On the other side, Sutina was standing in front of an open cabinet. She was holding a thick document in the cabinet and flipping through it quickly. However, as she flipped through it, she began to sweat. Suddenly, her feet became unsteady and she almost About to fall, Huo Yu quickly helped her up with quick eyes and hands.
The sound alarmed Song Wenbin, who did not dare to take any more photos. He hurriedly came to Su Tina's side and saw her slumped in Huo Yu's arms, her face bloodless and her lips turned white.
Song Wenbin asked extremely nervously: "What happened? Have you found it?"
"Looking for... I found..." Sutina said hoarsely with a pale voice, "But... it may be different from what you thought..."
Song Wenbin's heart skipped a beat: "Why is it different?"
"Look, the location of this document is a summary of the locations of all shipwrecks and shipwrecks of the East India Company."
She stopped when she turned to a page in the thick document. The text on the page was densely packed, all in foreign languages, and Song Wenbin couldn't understand a single word.
Sutina pointed to the old book page that was sealed with transparent film and trembled: "This is the original paper about the Van Balen published by Pierre de Wit at the Royal Dutch Academy of Social Sciences. There is a lot of original information, but... ..but...but...the final conclusion part of the original document...has been crossed out."
Song Wenbin took a closer look and saw a long ink ribbon in the last column of the document, which was left with a black marker.
Sutina pointed at the long black ink ribbon on the page and said: "Judging from the description in this paper, Pierre Devitt has a fairly clear conclusion about the location where the Van Balen sank, but... ..But it was destroyed..."
Song Wenbin was sluggish and worked hard to find clues. Finally, he discovered that the most important conclusion part of the document was damaged. This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for him.
At this time, Huo Yu asked softly: "The conclusion has been crossed out, but not all the data has been destroyed. Since Pierre de Wit has inferred the sinking location of the Van Balen, then as long as we With his information, can we also deduce it?"
Huo Yu, who had always been reckless, suddenly calmed down at this time. Su Tina's eyes lit up and she said as if she had regained her soul: "I'll take a photo of it! Let the domestic team analyze it with me."
As she said this, she picked up her phone and was about to take a photo.
But Song Wenbin was extremely nervous. He couldn't help but pick up the foot-thick document and stuff it directly into his bag, saying, "Let's do the analysis after we leave. Let's leave here first. "
"Take it away directly?" Sutina asked uneasily.
"Not letting Huo Yu burn this place is enough to give him face." Song Wenbin threw his bag on his back: "There's no need to reason with Mr. Gui, let's go."
After saying that, he rushed out of the Amsterdam library with two colleagues carrying his bag without looking back.
When he left the library and stood outside again, Song Wenbin realized that his back was soaked with sweat from nervousness and his heart was beating fast. At this moment, he still had an unreal feeling of dizziness.
When the three of them walked out of the University of Amsterdam, the strong sense of unreality hit them even more.
At this moment, the entire outside of the University of Amsterdam has become a chaotic hell. Countless men and women beat each other and tore each other apart, until their human brains were beaten into dog brains. The police, demonstrators, proud boys, LGBT, men and women, young and old all came.
The street was full of burning flags and flying leaflets, and there were people playing drums crazily on the roofs of buildings and cars on both sides.
Playing heavy metal bass, the hair on his head swaying back and forth.
Smoke, music, beatings, curses, and slogans were heard all the time.
There are also countless people rolling and twisting on the street as if they were performing performance art. In order to declare their absolute dominance over their bodies, a few extreme women even started to smear in the street, while shouting slogans that her body belongs only to them!
And those men put AQT on their heads like Yujiro Fanma pressing his face against the glass, and roared with the eyes of the ancestors of beasts: "I can't breathe!"
I can't breathe!
I can't breathe!
"
It was as if there was an invisible god in the void that was crazily oppressing him, but in Song Wenbin's view, the person wearing the T on his head was himself.
He ignored these messy hell scenes and just called Weining, looking for him. Soon, they found the camera crew filming next to a burning police car.
Director Pauley was completely obsessed with this extremely chaotic and crazy city. He held the camera and murmured in tears: "This is what making a movie is...I have lived in vain for forty-five years... ...Cool....***....."
When Song Wenbin went to tell the director to leave quickly, it was as if there were roots under his feet and he couldn't drag them away.
Song Wenbin had no choice but to call Huo Yu.
With a cold face, Huo Yu grabbed the clothes at the back of Baoli's neck and forcibly dragged him to the Weilai tram nearby. After getting on the train, Baoli still reluctantly held the camera in the car and faced the street, murmuring excitedly and tearfully: "It feels so good...this is so fucking exciting...so exciting..."
The director put down the camera until he drove near the airport. It was already dark in Amsterdam. At the end of a chaotic day, light rain fell from the gloomy sky. The rain seemed to give rise to some different emotions.
After the bliss, what follows is overwhelming sadness. Looking at the rain outside the window, the director, who had always been extremely cold and hard-hearted, sat in the car seat covering his face for no apparent reason and started crying.
Several people in the car didn't understand why Paulie was crying. Sutina comforted him: "Director, why are you crying..."
"This show is so wonderful..." Paulie covered his face and cried bitterly: "How can I live without it in the future... But such a wonderful film cannot be broadcast if it is filmed... .What a pity...What a pity..."
"You can't find the national treasure, and you still want to broadcast it?"
The producer Jiang Lu on the side said coldly, and she slumped down on the chair with her body wet.
Paulie was horrified, and he looked up with tears and runny nose.
But she saw producer Jiang Lu covering her head and crying. She gritted her teeth and said, "You crazy people... You monsters... What will happen if this show is broadcast? Have you ever thought about it?" No..." She tore her hair in despair and said frantically: "It's only been less than half a fucking month, but you have turned Amsterdam into this... Which country will be like this in the future? You will be allowed to go again..."
"No, producer, do you think we are the cause of the chaos in this city?" Song Wenbin turned his head from the passenger side and asked with some annoyance.
"you!?"
Jiang Lu, who was sitting in the back seat of Song Wenbin, suddenly kicked the chair behind the co-pilot Song Wenbin like crazy. The high heels poked dozens of holes in the car seat. She screamed in the car: "You still Are you embarrassed to speak?
if not you!
Will we end up in this situation? ? You are a ghost!
devil!
You go back and wait to go to jail!
"
Song Wenbin was extremely surprised, and he sneered: "Don't be ridiculous, producer, even if you take me to jail or even shoot me, it will only calm the public's anger and pretend that this matter has been solved.
The truth is, if it only takes me three five-second stories to throw a city into chaos, then
Well, I can only say that this city itself is a sensitive, suspicious, fragile, distrustful and divided city, and in such a place, the monsters and monsters you talk about will emerge in endlessly. "
"Shut up!
"Jiang Lu reprimanded in anger.
"I'm not a devil, I'm just a fun person who likes to tell jokes. Jiang Dada, I respect you very much and don't mean to offend you, but I have to tell you seriously. You put the same story in Hegang and Manzhouli , put it in any remote and economically backward rural area in China. Do you think the people there will laugh at you? No, people in those places regard this kind of thing as a joke. Don't talk about *** fighting, say Damn, I'm flattering you. But when I tell a joke, the people who hear it look serious and think that my jokes are all true. Is that my fault?"
Jiang Lu looked at Song Wenbin, the muscles on her face twitched, but she couldn't say a word. She couldn't refute Song Wenbin, but no matter how eloquent this guy was, the final result of this matter must be shared by the entire program team.
But now, she just wants to leave this terrible place and these evil colleagues.
After arriving at the airport, producer Jiang Lu couldn't wait to open the car door. With disheveled hair, disheveled clothes and a wet bag, he stepped out of the tram like a zombie and walked to the airport lobby alone in annoyance.
"Jiang Lu!" Huo Yu got out of the car and called her.
Jiang Lu looked back at Huo Yu. Two women with swing cannons painted on their faces were standing in front of the airport in a foreign country, looking at each other through the drizzle of rain.
Huo Yu's lips twitched, and he looked at his former friend and said sincerely, "I'm sorry to trouble you about this matter."
"No need to thank me," Jiang Lu replied coldly: "Find the national treasure. This is the only chance for our program to survive."
