As soon as Black Helmet saw the two of us, the smile on his face immediately disappeared.
When the fat man saw him, he sneered even more, sat down on the bench and sang the song of Resisting U.S.
Aggression, Aid Korea and National Salvation.
I asked the American girl why Shirey Yang hadn't come out yet.
She said that Miss Shirey and Professor Owen were doing important research and might not be able to see us until a little later.
Black Helmet held a dozen thick materials and sat in the corner to read them, as if Fatty and I didn't exist at all.
I guess what he was holding was the report of the theft case.
I tried to say hello to him several times, but he blocked it with his data book.
I thought to myself that this foreigner was too stingy, so I simply gave up the idea of communicating and ran to the corner to count banana leaves.
By this time, I had almost counted all the leaves on the banana tree, and then Shiry Yang and the talkative Professor Owen strode into the conference room.
"Lao Hu, it's great that you're here.
We have made an important discovery, come and take a look."
Shiry Yang walked towards us in high spirits, and then spread out a dozen documents for us to see.
"I have marked the important parts in Chinese.
The picture materials are relatively old and are all old photos taken from the archives."
Black Helmet did not expect that after waiting for a long time, he became a transparent person in the end, waving his big hands in protest: "They are not museum staff, let alone police personnel, and are not qualified to participate in this investigation.
Professor Owen, I ask you I formally protest and demand that these two Chinese people be driven away from here.”
As if to demonstrate, he deliberately said it again in Chinese.
Before he could finish speaking, Shiry Yang had already expressed his position: "Officer Robert, I think you misunderstood.
These two archaeological experts were invited by our museum. distinguished guests.
They have in-depth research and unique insights into the ancient Inca civilization.
Their participation plays a vital role in our investigation.
I would venture to say that if we have to make a choice between the police and them. , I prefer them.”
I know that the "experts" and "distinguished guests" are all identities made up by Shiry Yang for us.
They just want to make the black helmet retreat and don't want him to interfere too much in our actions.
The black helmet looked me up and down with a pair of blue eyes, obviously not believing that we were the archaeological experts Shiry Yang said.
In order to deal with him, I put on the air of an old scholar and chuckled a few times.
I picked up an old photo and prepared to make up some lies to scare this foreign policeman.
It was a photo cut out from an old newspaper.
The corners of the photo were tattered, and someone had used thick kraft paper to paste a bottom on the back of the photo.
The photo shows a girl full of exotic amorous feelings.
She has two long braids and is wearing a large cloak similar to one made of wool.
She has five-color feathers on her head.
The most conspicuous one is the one tied around her waist.
Big string of knots.
Because the photo was so old, the thing she was holding could no longer be clearly seen.
I judged based on my feeling that it might be a decoration similar to a mask.
For some reason, I always feel like the alien girl in this photo looks familiar, but I can’t tell where I’ve seen her.
Seeing that I remained silent, Black Helmet snorted contemptuously.
I was too lazy to pay attention to him, so I picked up the remaining photos and started flipping through them carefully.
It didn't matter.
A name quickly flashed out of my mind: "Mrs.
Green" No wonder I always felt that the alien girl holding the mask in the photo looked very familiar.
It turned out to be Mrs.
Green in the portrait I saw in the old house in Gupinggang.
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Although Mrs.
Green in the portrait looks to be in her thirties, which is far different in age from the girl in the photo, judging from her facial features and overall outline, the two are inseparable even if she is not Mrs.
Green herself.
The most important thing is that the golden mask with wings and three eyes in one of the old photos is almost exactly the same as the Indian facial makeup I saw in Gupinggang.
If it weren’t for the fact that the photo in my hand is older and the paper is yellow, I almost thought I was back in that haunted old house.
Professor Irving was whispering to Shiry Yang on the side.
When he heard the word "Green", he almost jumped up.
He excitedly took my hand and asked me in fluent Mandarin: "You, what do you say you know?"
She, you know Princess Lilia, oh my God, Asians are so mysterious.”
Seeing that Professor Owen was so excited, Black Helmet hurriedly asked what happened.
In fact, this is what I wanted to ask, but in order to maintain my "scholar" demeanor in front of this foreigner, I just patted Dr.
Irving on the back and said to the black helmet calmly: "We Chinese have many mysterious abilities. , you will gradually know later.”
The fat man picked up the photo and said curiously: "Old Hu, why do you still have a boyfriend who is a foreigner?
This photo is old.
When did you make a political mistake and dare to deceive the organization.
I am so disappointed in you."
I said you, don't go out there and stir up dissension.
My revolutionary beliefs are firm.
If you don’t believe me, ask Staff Officer Yang.
Shiry Yang sighed: "You are still talking nonsense all day long.
What was stolen from our museum this time was the ancient Inca mask in the photo.
In addition, there was also a whole piece of oracle bone inscriptions from the Yin and Shang Dynasties."
Professor Owen took the old photo from me and introduced it with great memories: "The Indian girl in the photo is my teacher, Lilia, the wife of the famous historian Glynn Stevenson, a descendant of the Inca royal family":