The years when I was Captain Jin

Chapter 229 Cao Four Fingers

Facing these photos, I seem to have unknowingly stepped back several centuries. When I came back to my senses, I found myself standing in an antique room with an old-fashioned camera in my hand.

The fourth girl sat on the carved chair in front of her and looked at me.

His eyes were still so indifferent, but his cheeks were flushed, with a little shyness when taking pictures, like a girl before she got married.

He called me softly: "Can I take a picture?"

I couldn't help pressing the shutter.

Click... With the sound of the camera, the scene in front of me turned into that row of weird black-and-white photos again, and only then did I realize that I was just fantasizing.

Strange, how could I think about these things?

I shook my head with a wry smile, then continued to look at those photos in a daze, as if I had solved the mystery in an instant, but suddenly uncovered more mysteries.

At this moment, the fat man suddenly slapped me on the back of the head, then pointed to the last photo and said, "Little Ding Dong, you... you fucking... look!"

"what happened?"

"Look carefully...is that Cao Sizhi?" Fatty's words were almost squeezed out between his teeth. It was obvious that his heart was filled with endless fear, and he couldn't even speak fluently.

"Who?"

"Cao Four Fingers!"

Hearing the three words that the fat man yelled, I felt as if I was struck by lightning. I was stunned and my whole body fell into a kind of extreme shock.

Facing the photo that the fat man pointed to, I didn't even dare to look at it.

After a long time, I gritted my teeth and looked over.

It was a yellowish black and white group photo. In the photo, there were two rows of people standing densely, about twenty people.

These 20 people only need to take a look at them to know that all of them are powerful goods.Because although the clothes on their bodies are rustic, their eyes are very fierce. Those who have never seen blood will never have such eyes!

And there are all kinds of packages and equipment piled up under their feet, such as Luoyang shovel, whirlwind shovel, rope, crowbar, etc. It is obviously the last group photo before going to the tomb.

Because there is a rule in the world of tomb robbers, no matter what kind of fight you fight, you must take a group photo before entering.Because no one can guarantee how many people will die in the tomb?Today's group photo may be tomorrow's portrait.

I found that Grandpa and Uncle Ming were also in the group photo, and they were very conspicuous.

Grandpa was wearing a big rural straw hat, and stood in the middle of the group photo; Uncle Ming was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, smiling, standing on the left of grandpa with his hands behind his back; and standing on the right of grandpa was the bearded Cao Sizhi!
Although Cao Sizhi has a beard all over his face, he is very similar to the fourth girl in terms of eyebrows and facial features.

The same straight face, no expression.

Even a woman would be jealous of the same face.

I even feel that face is copied from the previous photos!
"Cao Sizhi is really the fourth girl?" I took a deep breath and said.

"I don't know if Cao Sizhi is the fourth girl, but your grandfather and Uncle Ming in the photo can't be fake." The fat man pointed his hand and said, "Do you know this person? It was before we went to Li Si's tomb that we met. The old golden head who arrived."

"Looking at the clothes in the photo, it should be the group of people who went to Li Si's tomb with your grandfather in the 60s!" said the fat man.

I nodded dumbly.

"One...two...23."

The fat man counted to the end, slapped his thigh and said, "That's right, the number of people in the photo is also correct. Didn't your grandpa's notebook say that there were more than [-] people who participated in the burial? Grandma, I didn't expect to make a fuss." In the end, what the old Jintou said came true, and Cao Sizhi was the fourth girl."

Yes, at that time in Li Si's tomb, Lao Jintou repeatedly reminded us that the fourth girl was probably Cao Sizhi.

But we all thought that the old blond hair was crazy, so we didn't believe it.

Now think about it carefully, the same diamond-shaped ears, the same four fingers, the same love for sweets, how can there be two people so similar in the world?

Before I could speak, the fat man shook his head and said to himself: "But this is too fucking ridiculous, isn't it? Cao Siming obviously has a big beard, and he looks just like Zhang Fei. He is the same as the white and tender Si Ming How can a girl get along with you?"

"Maybe it's not the same person? Didn't the fourth girl and Cao Sizhi have a father-son relationship before? Maybe these photos on the wall are just the ancestors of the fourth girl, from the grandfather's generation." Wang Yuanchao said.

"Nonsense! Then how do you explain that the people in these photos all have four fingers and diamond-shaped ears?" the fat man asked back.

"It should be hereditary." Wang Yuanchao was at a loss.

I know that Wang Yuanchao didn't go to school much, so even though he made great achievements in the counterattack against Vietnam, he still couldn't become an officer in the end and ended up being discharged from the army.

Now he explained to Wang Yuanchao: "Although there is inheritance among relatives, there has never been an inheritance of four fingers in the world. This does not exist in science."

"Did you hear that?" the fat man said triumphantly.

"However, it is also possible that it is the inheritance rule of General Faqiu Zhonglang. Only when the thumb of the right hand is chopped off after birth is he worthy of inheriting the name of General Faqiu Zhonglang." Looking at the rows of different ages in front of him, but long Four girls who are exactly the same, I couldn't help defending him.

Only the fat man seems to have decided that these people are the fourth girls, and shouted: "The fat man has been in Panjiayuan longer than you, and he has never heard of Faqiu Zhonglang having this rule. Come on, we know you and Those four girls have an affair, and they don't talk nonsense with you. You can't deny the pile of blood bags in the refrigerator, can you? Damn it! This is the proof."

I asked back: "Evidence, what can it prove?"

"Prove that the fourth girl is a monster! He is not a human, he is a vampire, and he needs to drink blood to maintain his life."

I knew that if I continued to argue with the fat man, there would be no result, so I angrily took off the group photo and sat aside to study it, ignoring the fat man.

But at this moment, I suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a line of small characters written in elegant fonts on the back of the group photo.

"Look... what is this?"

I quickly handed the photo to Wang Yuanchao and Fatty.

At this time, the fat man, who was slightly relieved, picked up the flashlight and took a photo seriously: "Hey, there seems to be words on it? No... these are not words, it seems to be an encrypted password !"

With Fatty's confirmation, I took off all the remaining photos on the wall and placed them on the table one by one.

Seeing that Fatty and I had found out again, Wang Yuanchao took a step forward and said, "Let me see! Yes, I have seen this kind of code before. It is a simple recording method during wartime. The number in front is the date, and the number in the back is the date." The text in is the location. The translation is..."

Speaking of this, Wang Yuanchao found a pen and quickly wrote this thing on the paper.

After five or six minutes, the translated content was handed over to us: "Ding Dong, come read it!"

"[-], Yellow River, Dayu Temple."

"In [-], Shangcai, ancient tomb of the Warring States period."

"In [-], X Hill..."

Originally, my mind was already a bit overloaded. Many problems seemed to be clear, but they were all stuck together like a blocked pipe, and I couldn't think clearly.

Now after such a translation by Wang Yuanchao, I am enlightened. These photos were left by the four girls before they set foot on the site.

That is, the places we have been to, including the tomb of Li Si in Shangcai County, Henan Province, and the tomb of Dayu in the Dragon Tail of the Yellow River. As for X Hill, what is this?
I asked Wang Yuanchao, and Wang Yuanchao said that the previous word was written too sloppily and could not be translated at all.

(End of this chapter)