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Staring at Han Xiaodong who suddenly changed his face, the old Bierhoff sighed and shook his head slightly: "That idiot Fitz, is he trying to lure wolves into the house?"

Han Xiaodong didn't respond to old Bierhoff's exclamation. He even picked up the bottle on the bedside table, poured a glass of water for the angry-looking old man, and handed it over.

"Two choices, you follow me, I get information from your son, or you give me what I want, and I will leave now." After the showdown, the situation reversed, and Han Xiaodong had an absolute advantage in force , at this time it is naturally the party that takes the initiative to attack.

Old Bierhoff also quickly calmed down. He looked at Han Xiaodong with those deep eyes, showing an unpredictable look.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you want to know about those weapons?" Old Bierhoff finally couldn't help asking this question.

"My name is Han Xiaodong. You should have heard of it. You have been wanted for a year. You can be considered a celebrity, right?" Han Xiaodong chuckled lightly. Saying it, there is really an indescribable irony.

"You...you are Han Xiaodong?" Old Bierhoff's expression froze, his body trembled slightly, and he sat up straighter.

Not understanding why the old man reacted so strongly after knowing who he was, Han Xiaodong shrugged his shoulders and replied in a joking tone: "It's been almost 20 years, and I probably won't remember my name wrong. "

Hearing him admitting his identity, the old man's eyes suddenly flashed brightly, and he asked very cautiously: "What is your father's name?"

"Han Weizhe." Han Xiaodong answered very happily, almost blurting out. This is no secret.

"Where's your mother?"

"Lin Yun."

"Who are you, Lin Jie?"

"My uncle."

"When is your father's death day?"

"September 9." This question touched the most sensitive part of his heart and made him a little unhappy.

"When is your father's birthday?"

"I... why are you asking these questions? Are you checking your household registration?"

Han Xiaodong finally couldn't help breaking out. He now took the initiative, but made the old Bierhoff ask questions again and again, as if the situation had returned to the old man's side.

"Say!" Elder Bierhoff suddenly let out a stern growl, which stunned Han Xiaodong.

"I don't know." Han Xiaodong replied in a low voice, his voice was full of unwillingness.

"How come you don't know your father's birthday?" Although he could hear the resistance in Han Xiaodong's voice, the old Bierhoff was still aggressive and seemed to be asking the truth.

"How could I know?! I was only 9 years old when my dad passed away. Since then, I have only celebrated his death anniversary, never his birthday!" Han Xiaodong was really angry, his eyes were about to burst into flames .

"Your mother never told you about his birthday either? Think about it carefully." Old Bierhoff's eyes suddenly became gloomy, as if he was very sure that Han Xiaodong should know about Han Weizhe's birthday.

"Can we get back to the point? I should ask the question now, right?" When it came to his own family affairs, Han Xiaodong's eyes had become very unfriendly. Regarding the sudden change of attitude of the old Bierhoff, he He also fought back with force.

"If you don't answer my questions, we have nothing to talk about, and you can't take me away. On the contrary, if you can answer my questions and satisfy me, I promise you, you can also get What you want, even more." The old Bierhoff's tone became a lot more relaxed, and at the same time, it was also a lot firmer.

Han Xiaodong had no choice, smiled wryly, and spread his hands: "If I tell you my father's birthday, I can get what I want, then I am really willing to tell you, but I'm sorry, I don't know, since I was born From that day on, I never gave my dad a birthday. He was always too busy."

A trace of disappointment flashed in the old Bierhoff's eyes, and just as he was about to give up, he heard Han Xiaodong say, "Wait, October 10th, 6."

The old Bjarhoff looked at Han Xiaodong's expressionless face, and his eyes showed excitement again: "Didn't you say you don't know?"

"Can't I suddenly know again?" Han Xiaodong looked indifferent, he didn't care what tricks the old man in front of him would play.

"It told you?" The old man pointed at Han Xiaodong's head, and at the same time called it "it".

Han Xiaodong frowned and didn't answer. It was indeed K who told him, but why did old Bierhoff know about it?

Seeing that Han Xiaodong's face suddenly became vigilant, old Bierhoff's expression became much more relaxed. He smiled and took the water glass that Han Xiaodong had been holding in his hand, took a sip, and said with relief: "Finally found You, it's fine, it's fine."

Regarding this sudden change, Han Xiaodong was a little at a loss for a while. He didn't know why this old patron of the Ark made such a change, but based on his experience, what happened next might be beyond his expectations.

Sure enough, after the old Bierhoff finished speaking, he put down his water glass, took out an ordinary-looking notebook from under his pillow, and handed it to Han Xiaodong.

"This is your father's stuff, and it can finally be returned to its original owner."

Han Xiaodong stared at the notebook that looked so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, and he was at a loss for a moment. All this happened so suddenly that he couldn't understand what happened.

"Take it here, the contents inside may be different from what you thought." K suddenly reminded.

Han Xiaodong took the notebook suspiciously, and carefully opened the cover. He thought that his father's past or research results would be recorded here, but what he didn't expect was that there was nothing in the notebook, a whole notebook of more than 300 pages. It's all poetry in German.

"Aren't you kidding me?" Han Xiaodong's heart sank to the bottom, and he couldn't help asking angrily in his heart. He really didn't expect that his father was also a German poetry lover, which was exactly what he thought. Not the same.

"Put on a micro-light mirror and take a closer look." K was not angry, but gave a reminder.

Han Xiaodong put on the micro-light mirror suspiciously, and looked at the notebook again, all the contents on it changed at once.All the original German texts had been turned into formulas, recording many things he couldn't understand.

"This... this is."

"It's the study of that world. Your father is ahead of us." K explained leisurely.