I really haven't thought about this question. I think everyone has curiosity. People's curiosity is related to the riddles of riddles, and also to the person who sets the questions. For example, I don't want to know the life experience of the shampoo shop owner on the turn of Wushanju. As soon as you turn your life experience, there are only a few things like this. You have dismantled it a lot, and you have hundreds of possibilities at one glance, and you also know it, but you don't care at the same time.

More importantly, I am not interested in the boss lady, but the fat man is very interested, so his curiosity will be much heavier than me in this matter.

I think my curiosity is strong, and it is the question that my third uncle gave me was so good. These were the first few steps. Then when I walked in, I saw my friends, and I became interested in their life experiences.

Both made me unable to let go.

I slowly said all these words to Bai Haotian. After saying that, her eyes suddenly became watery. When I looked at her, she realized: "It's so deep, I don't seem to understand it very much."

"Your sister is deep." I thought to myself, Bai Haotian came over, knocked down my number for me, and pressed on the car.

The number of my name is very strange. Bai Haotian explained: "This numbering system is not particularly scientific. It will not be easy to use in your generation. The calculated number length exceeds the standard, and it will not be able to be used in your next generation. No one knows what will happen after the Eleventh Warehouse."

The Eleventh Warehouse belongs to the entire Nine Gate. Now the Nine Gate is gone long ago. No one thinks about the future for this old warehouse. At that time, it may only be a one-time sharing of the spoils.

The numbered position jumped out, not underwater, but in an inconspicuous position in the ground warehouse, with only one item of goods.

I walked over alone. It was a mooncake box. When I opened the box, a smartphone was exposed inside.

The phone should be the style from the previous few years, and it has no power, but the charging port uses an Android port. I went back to the office, charged the phone, and started waiting for it to turn on.

About 5 minutes later, the phone finally lit up. I opened the phone and found that I needed to enter the password.

I entered my code without hesitation.

Open the phone directly.

I first opened the album and browsed countless photos. All photos have geographical locations and shooting time. I looked at the total number, and there were more than 3,000 photos in total.

All are various documents and records.

I opened one of them and found that it was a thunderstorm report in the Northeast in 1963. The file taken in this photo was written with a marker. I looked up and down the files and found that they were all thunderstorm reports from all over the place, with the signs of East 19. East 19 lasted about 40 photos, and the mark on it became West 11.

I pondered it for a while, opened the recording folder, and saw countless recordings. The names of these recordings were East 19, West 11, etc.

Click on one of the paragraphs, and sure enough, there was thunder sound playing inside.

If the owner of this phone is Uncle San, Uncle San gave these thunders with different names. Judging from these photos, these named thunders have been moving.

I laughed, it was really interesting. At this point, I suddenly felt that this seemed to be a game that Uncle San was afraid that I would be bored and played with me.

I quickly flipped through the recording, all of which were thunder, and I flipped through the album again, most of which were documentary materials, but one of them made me stop.

I saw a photo of the scenery. This photo was taken from Yucun, looking down at the village on the mountain.

I looked at this photo with my breath and looked at the time. An indescribable feeling surged into my heart.
Chapter completed!