In the photo, the young man under twenty has dark brown hair, a few scattered freckles on his face, and dark blue and almost black eyes.
His facial features are not outstanding, he is just an ordinary Honghe person.
And the middle-aged man next to him had similar eyebrows and eyes, and they were related by blood at first glance.
This middle-aged man has a messy hairstyle, his beard is not so clean, and his smile is quite simple, but there is a bit of cleverness in his eyes.
Judging from their clothing, the family situation of the two men is not good at all, and it can only be said that they do not belong to the poor, but they cannot reach the middle class.
Shang Jianyao stretched out his right palm covered with a metal skeleton, pointed to the young man in the photo and said:
"That 'son of the year'?"
"It should be." Gnava moved his neck made of metal up and down, "Normal people don't put other people's photos in their room openly, there must be one of them in him, and I prefer the younger one."
"Why?" Shang Jianyao has always had a hobby of breaking casseroles and asking the end.
Gnava stretched out his silver-black fingers and clicked on the young man in the photo:
"The 'Son of the Year' was about twenty-four years old when the Old World was destroyed, and this can't be a photo he took at the end of the chaotic era or the beginning of the new calendar, right?"
"Why can't?" The honest Shang Jianyao asked and mentioned, "Don't you allow the person next to you to be the 'son of the year', and he is the 'grandson of the year'?"
"From the background of the photo, the style of the clothing, the degree of old and new......" Gnava explained in detail.
Shang Jianyao patted his chest with his right hand holding the photo frame, and made a sudden realization:
"So that's how it is."
Gnava kindly reminded:
"If you take a few more photos, the picture of the blessing of the heavens will be damaged."
It doesn't matter much whether the frame will break or not.
"Don't learn from the little red crow's mouth." Shang Jianyao complained, eagerly tore off the transparent tape, carefully folded the Heavenly Year Blessing Chart, and put it back in his pocket.
He looked at the photo again and nodded:
"This should have been filmed a few years before the destruction of the Old World.
"So, the one next to him is the 'Twisted Shadow' of April?"
"Yes." Gnava replied cautiously.
"No." Shang Jianyao retorted himself, "The correct name is the incarnation of the 'Distorted Shadow'."
Saying that, he laughed:
"He looks very ordinary, where does he look like a reincarnation of the year?"
"The incarnation of 'Zhuang Sheng', Du Shaochong, is also relatively ordinary." Gnawa reminded.
"He studied well!" Shang Jianyao responded loudly.
He immediately returned to his normal volume:
"Xiao Chong's aesthetics are also very distinctive, the color scheme of tomato scrambled eggs is not something anyone can afford, and he also likes games!"
Gnava's eyes flashed with red light, and he thought for ten seconds before choosing a suitable imitation object:
"Yes, yes."
Shang Jianyao glanced at the middle-aged man in the photo again:
"Maybe it's a real person who doesn't show his face."
He opened the frame and carefully examined the photo, but found no other clues.
"Can I take this photo away?" Shang Jianyao looked sideways at Gnawa.
"Are you asking me?" Gnava had long discovered that in Dabai's absence, feeding this guy had always been self-inflicted.
Shang Jianyao shook his head:
"No.
"I'm asking about April's 'distorted shadow'."
After saying that, he bent his arms and posed to show off his biceps.
At the same time, he shouted loudly:
"Muscles first!"
This is the prayer action and slogan of the Eucharist, who believes in the "Twisted Shadow".
After shouting, Shang Jianyao hurriedly looked around.
Seeing that the sun was still shining, he handed the photo to Gnava and asked him to put it away.
And he himself checked the things on the desk.
This is mainly stationery such as pens and several books.
The latter includes "Analysis of Superpowers", "Switch of Consciousness", "Mystery of the Human Body"......
"It can be seen that the 'son of the year' is seeking an explanation of the awakened person's ability, whether it is scientific or not, he is reading." Gnava picked up the books and flipped through them, recorded them, and analyzed them at the speed of counting bills.
Shang Jianyao "shocked":
"Wasn't it given to him by his father?"
"This shows that he does not agree with this explanation." Gnava made a judgment.
Shang Jianyao was excited and immediately informed Jiang Baimian of this discovery with the help of the communication system of the military exoskeleton device.
Jiang Baimian said to himself thoughtfully:
"He thinks that the essence of awakening has nothing to do with the year of the year, and that the year of the year can only be used with this power?
"What did his father tell him?"
"It's possible." Shang Jianyao replied with relief.
Jiang Baimian immediately ordered:
"Bring these books back.
"Lao Ge remember to scan them all and do a good job of backup and analysis."
"No problem." Gnava found paper and rope on the spot, tied the books into a package, and hung them on his body.
——He and Shang Jianyao's backpacks were already full.
Immediately afterwards, Shang Jianyao eagerly asked Jiang Baimian:
"Do you want to take away the pack of bear cookies on the table?"
"Bear cookies?" Jiang Baimian was slightly surprised.
Shang Jianyao nodded vigorously:
"Yes, there is also a bag of bear cookies on the table, the production date is the beginning of the 37th year of the new calendar, and it is locally produced."
This bag of cookies is placed next to the inkwell and has a brownish-yellow kraft shell.
"Koningmis still maintains a production line of bear biscuits? Isn't this too extravagant?" Jiang Baimian said to himself suspiciously.
Although Konymis was not hit by the destruction of the Old World, both the factory and the farmland were well preserved, but the area around it was completely engulfed by ice sheets, and they could no longer be provided with food.
In other words, their food production can only sustain their livelihoods, and factory production is mainly to meet basic living needs and imported energy.
Shang Jianyao expressed his understanding:
"Maybe the 'son of the year' likes bear cookies very much, as a savior, it is a bit privileged, and it is acceptable to waste some resources."
"He is 81 years old in the 37th year of the new calendar." Jiang Baimian muttered.
"Maybe it's his childhood memory." Shang Jianyao argued based on reason.
Thinking of the various strange "habits" of the awakened people, Jiang Baimian didn't say anything more, and said directly:
"Check the cookies, if there is no problem, you don't need to take them away."
"Okay." Shang Jianyao was a little disappointed.
After Gnava's identification, this is an ordinary bag of bear biscuits.
At this time, Shang Jianyao turned out a document under several books.
The content of the document is a plan to add power stations, one is to purchase coal from Gersterburg and prepare to build a new thermal power plant, and the other is to find a way to get old world related technology and corresponding materials to build a nuclear power plant by itself.
Next to the latter plan, someone wrote the word "agree" and signed his name:
Brooklyn. Garland.
"The name of the 'son of the year'?" Shang Jianyao handed the document to Gnava.
Gnava moved the neck made of metal:
"It's basically certain."
Shang Jianyao immediately thought with great interest:
"Will you be blessed by calling out this name at a critical moment?"
"He's dead." Gnawa reminded.
Shang Jianyao sighed:
"It seems that it will only have the opposite effect and make us die faster.
"It's better to call Du Shaochong."
After some searching, they were unable to find more clues in the suite on the top floor.
"He didn't even write a diary, nor did he record his experience!" Shang Jianyao said hating iron and steel.
The text left by the "Son of the Year" they found here was either a signature or a correction of certain documents, and there was nothing about the awakened person or the "New World" or the year of the year.
Gnava responded:
"This says a lot.
"Even the 'son of the year' does not dare or is unwilling to write down things related to the 'New World'."
"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao agreed with this statement, "The water in the 'New World' is very deep!"
They did not stay any longer, packed their belongings, and evacuated to the outskirts of Konymis.
Before that, Shang Jianyao gathered the bones of the old dispatch team members other than his father and found a place to bury them.
Those with personal belongings, he took one from each body.
——From the bones of the leader of the old team, Gnava and Shang Jianyao learned that they had been looking for Konymis all the way because there was no large-scale outbreak of "heartless disease" here during the destruction of the old world, which is very rare in the gray soil.
…………
Konymis, western mountains.
The "Old Tune Group" had dinner and discussed their findings in Konymis.
During the exchange, Long Yuehong suddenly said:
"The two tasks that came out this time have been completed, are you going back to the company next?"
Jiang Baimian and others were silent for a moment.
After a few seconds, Jiang Baimian said considerately:
"There is one more thing that must be confirmed.
"That is the purpose of keeping humans in captivity."
"How should I be sure?" Long Yuehong had thought about this before, but had no clue.
Jiang Baimian looked around and said slowly:
"Go to the end of the year city that believes in the big boss and the strange existence of 'truth'."
Slapping, Shang Jianyao clapped his hands.
(End of this chapter)