Twenty minutes later, we entered a mysterious courtyard. There were many red flag cars parked in the community. There were several courtyards in the innermost part of the community. When we got off the bus, we saw the old lady sitting in the yard drinking tea.

There is a well under the persimmon tree in the yard, and there is still some small talk. There are some precious plants that I felt like it was a well-off house in the past. The three of us had big thorns in the old lady and let us sit down.

I laughed and said, "I won't light my light again after sitting this time, right?"

The old lady looked at me angrily: "I, Mrs. Huo, don't play the same trick twice and I don't need me to deal with anything anyway. You come to you because I am willing to accept the loss. You lose my reputation while your head is still on your neck. I will do our business."

The fat man and I looked at each other and said to my mother, this old lady probably saw that we had caused a big disaster and we should quickly separate our relationship. Anyway, I didn't want to fight too much with such an obedient old lady. So I went straight to the scene: "Are you willing to tell us?"

"Don't you just want to know why I'm going to pay such a high price to buy you a style thunder?" The old woman stood up and acted as if she was going with him and said, "I will definitely not say that if you want to put this on others, but you are also the back door of Lao Jiumen is not an outsider, but the other two are please stay outside the door."

This scene was not once or twice. I gave a wink to the fat man and the oil bottle. They nodded. I followed the old woman into the side room. As soon as I entered, I saw that it was a collection room full of antiques. There were no decorations. It was rows of racks. Although it looked like an old house, as soon as I entered, I felt stagnant in the air. It looked like it was constant temperature and humidity.

All the collections were wrapped in newspapers. The old lady took me into the innermost part of the shelves. I saw a steel wire against the wall that was used to hang calligraphy and paintings. But now the hanging patterns on it are all style thunder.

I counted it and there were seven pictures in total. Two of them were empty at a distance, obviously one was missing. It should be mine.

"This is the 'eighth level'." The old lady said, "Since you know style thunder, you should know what this is."

I nodded a little surprised and just glanced at me and knew that this was a building.

The structure of each floor is very clear on the seven sheets of paper. It is very clear. In other words, Chu. Moreover, this building is not the general meaning of the building. It has the largest base and then shrinks upwards. At first glance, it looks like a tower. But because each floor is the result of a building, it is much larger than the tower. The sun pyramid is much more like the Mayan. In general, except for the tower, there are rarely as high as ancient buildings. However, it can also be seen that the upper part is actually the structure of the tower. Only the bottom three floors can be made into the building.

"This is the graphic designer of Daoguang's 25th year, it should be Lei Siqi." Mrs. Huo said: "I have seven underground floors of the building, two, three, four, five, six, and seven, and the lowest floor should be with you."

"Is there anything strange about this building?" I asked, and at first glance, they all have very ordinary styles. Although it can be roughly seen from the picture, these buildings have backlit designs.

"It may be nothing to others, but it has special significance to me." The old lady fiddled with these patterns. "The name of this building is Zhangjialou. In the 1970s, the drawings of this building began to appear abroad and were purchased and returned to China. You know that style lee is a royal designer and it is impossible to design buildings for folks. But you see that the drawings here are completely the style of a private house. Obviously, what is the story between this Zhangjialou and Emperor Daoguang or Style lee at that time. I had a daughter working in the Cultural Bureau. They had a project related to this building. At the end of 1978, they found this building in Guangxi. I remember that it was January 15th, my daughter went out to Guangxi to participate in archaeological excavation."

The old lady turned her head and looked at me with a hint of disdain: "Then she never came back."

When I heard the three words Zhang Jialou, I was smart enough to speak, but I didn't know what to say. But when I heard her last sentence, I immediately understood everything. I thought I couldn't do it~

The old lady sighed and continued, "In order to find her, I started to send someone to investigate myself, but I just checked it and found that this archaeological project was very obscure and not like ordinary archaeological activities. Because I could not get the information smoothly through my relationship, my daughter seemed to have never existed in this world. Suddenly, there was no trace. I spent countless energy and no gains. We don't know what happened to them after they went to Guangxi." She paused: "After so many years, I have been collecting all the drawings about this project. These drawings have been collected from the world one by one for these 7 pictures for a full 20 years. I just hope that before my life, I can find this building through these drawings to see what happened to them."

Looking at her expression, I immediately remembered the premonition in Uncle San's heart. I felt that things suddenly became connected. My mind began to become a little confused, but it was not a confused chaos, but the overwhelming feeling that everything was connected suddenly.

"When it comes to sadness, I'm actually used to it. I just want to give me an answer before my old bone was buried. Whether she died or what happened to her, I just want to know one result, otherwise my eyes will definitely not be closed." She said, "So it doesn't matter whether it's money or not, do you understand?"

I nodded subconsciously and made a gesture to let me go: "You can take your friend away. As your grandfather's friend, I will give you a piece of advice. You'd better leave the country during this period and ask you to keep your word and drag people to send you your style thunder."

I nodded but didn't want to leave at all. I suddenly realized that I had more questions to answer. Of course, I have to seduce the old woman's curiosity now. So I asked, "If my mother-in-law, what's wrong with your family, girls should follow the surname Huo?"

She nodded a little surprised: "Why do you know it in the world?"

"Then the missing daughter is Huo Ling, right?" I calmly said: "Wang Lingling
Chapter completed!