Wuxie looked at the seal on the door with some doubts, "What's wrong with this font? There's something wrong with this handwriting!"
Innocence's heart beat violently, and his whole body trembled. His fingers tremblingly touched the words on the seal, "Is this... my... own handwriting?"
Wu Xie’s scalp is numb, it’s impossible! Absolutely impossible, but every stroke and every stroke of the words in front of him clearly told him that they were really my handwriting.
Wu Xie grabbed the fat man's hand with a pale face, "You also recognize it, right? It's... it's my handwriting, but why? This is not written by me, why?"
"I was only a teenager in 1990. I didn't even know what Slim Gold Body was. How could it be written by me?"
Wu Xie said in a panic: "Could it be that the person who wrote this seal learned the same font as me, so we have similar charms? Is this possible? Yes, it must be this possibility."
"Tianzhen, please wake up. Although the font is the same, everyone's handwriting is different. Even I can tell that this is your handwriting."
The fat man grabbed Wu Xie's hand very hard, so hard that his fingers turned white. Although he didn't understand why Wu Xie's handwriting appeared on a Changsha university campus in 1990, after passing by Banai and his party, Fatty understood one thing. As long as he was in this situation, no matter what happened, it would be reasonable. It was so reasonable that it was obviously unreasonable, but it was still a reasonable thing.
In terms of unreasonableness, who can be more unreasonable than a woman floating out of Lu Yao's body? That damn thing is the real Ah Piao! He is still a Piao who has lived for thousands of years!
So you can't use reasonable or unreasonable to describe something. You can only say that this seal, judging from the handwriting, was written innocently.
The fat man whispered: "Do you think the person who wrote this is Qi Yu? We also saw the photo, and it really looks like you, so do you think your handwriting is exactly the same?"
Wuxie looked at him with a pale face, "It's impossible. Everyone's handwriting is unique and cannot be completely imitated. Even if you try to imitate another person's handwriting, it will be different due to personal differences. Handwriting is a person's unique personality. Performance. It’s unreplicable.”
"Every word on the paper tells me that I wrote this seal!"
He suddenly remembered what Wu Sanxing told him when he was in Banai.
For me, everything is over, but for you, nothing actually begins.
At this moment, there was a lot on his innocent mind. In the video tape sent by Chen Wenjin, the man crawling in the nursing home, the man found in the stilt building in Banai, the man in the photo with his father, second uncle, and third uncle. people.
"Fat man, do you think I am another Chen Wenjin? There are countless me in this world. More than 20 years ago, I wrote this seal in this place, and also in the old house in Golmud at about the same time. It was filmed.”
Fatty was so frightened by Wu Xie that he swallowed his saliva, "I mean, Wu Xie, can you please stop scaring yourself? You scared Fatty, it's too scary."
After Du Juanshan locked the door of the archives room and walked down, he saw the two of them staring at the seal on the door with pale faces. He couldn't help but asked curiously: "What's wrong with you two? Is there something wrong with the seal on this door? Isn't that all? How many years has it been closed? Are you still going in?"
Dujuan Shan shined a flashlight through the iron gate fence. He saw a pile of debris. The dust was so thick that it could crush people to death. There was an old smell. "There are some old files in here. It's nothing." Value, it is very troublesome to process, otherwise, these information would have been processed long ago. Look at it, it is full of dust, it feels like it can reach my ankles if I step on it, are you really going in? "
The fat man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Dujuan Shan, "Brother, if you are tired, wait for us outside. There is too much dust here. Let's go in and hug each other before heading out."
Dujuan Shan lit a cigarette and smoked it comfortably, "Brother, since you said so, I won't accompany you in. Mainly, I still have patrol duties."
The fat man smiled and nodded, "We know you are busy, so go and do it first. We promise not to cause any trouble to you, and we will give you a neat and straight plan when you leave. Don't worry."
Dujuan Shan was also inconsistent. When he went to the archives just now, he was worried that Wu Xie might find something that would implicate him, but now he walked away so easily and so fast, as if there was something behind him. Just like chasing him.
After he left, Fatty's eyes changed as he stared at the iron gate. "Innocent, there won't be any problems in this archives, right? Why is this old man running so fast?"
When the fat man said this, Wu Xie instantly felt that something seemed to be staring at him around him, but he soon thought that the civilized world was always reliable, and there was a community police station not far away.
The fat man picked up the iron chain on the door and pulled it out. The iron chain was very heavy. When the fat man moved it, it made a very loud noise in the silent night. The fat man suddenly said, "There shouldn't be anything locked in such a thick iron chain." A monster, right? Miluo Tuo? Or a monster more terrifying than Miluo Tuo."
The innocent hand waved in front of his eyes, as if to wave away his terrible thoughts, "This is downtown Changsha, and the police station is next door. What are you thinking? How could there be monsters here?"
Wuxie carefully tore off the seal. For some unknown reason, I carefully folded the seal and put it in my bag.
The fat man pushed open the iron door, making a loud clang, and everything was in a mess below. "It seems that what Lao Du said is true. This is a junk warehouse. Look at the ashes on the table. After all these things are piled here, It should have never been touched again.”
The innocent flashlight shone on the dusty ground. There were messy footprints on the ground, and there was a layer of dust on them. Obviously, these footprints had been there for a long time, and they might have been made when something happened that year.
"Look at this line of footprints. The traces are so light. It looks like they were done well. They went into the warehouse. Let's go take a look?"
The two of them walked forward following the footprints, surrounded by ancient wooden boxes.
The fat man stared at these wooden boxes with bright eyes, "Tianzhen, do you think there might be any treasures in here?"
"During the Cultural Revolution, there were a lot of treasures, which were eventually thrown into the garbage dump. How many Beijingers found treasures in the garbage dump and made a fortune from them. This opportunity won't be Fatty's turn, right?"
Wu Xie rolled his eyes. "If you want to do it yourself, I won't accompany you. Do you still remember why we came here?"
The fat man said excitedly: "Of course I remember, we are here to check the archaeological team's information, but this will not prevent me from making a fortune."
