She doesn't want to pretend anymore

The antique shelf was empty, with only a few items on the bookshelf.

Manshu thought of those simple mechanisms and took a look at each book to see if there was anything hidden inside.

Unfortunately, nothing.

Just when she was about to lose her patience, Yan Zhan walked over to the antique shelf.

There used to be things placed on the display shelf, but now they have all been taken away. However, the design of this shelf is very interesting.

There is a depression on some of the small grids on this antique display cabinet.

Every groove is different.

It looks like the groove is customized according to the antique ornaments to be placed there, so that things can be placed more stable.

He tried pressing one.

The groove was actually movable, like a button, and went down.

Yan Zhan's eyebrows moved and he pressed another one.

This time when I pressed it, the first one that was pressed down stood up again.

He picked another one, and this time the second one rose up again.

Explanation: This order is wrong.

Yan Zhan carefully observed the arrangement of the antique display cabinet, thinking about the correct order.

At the same time, Manshu found a photo from the pages of a red book.

The photo shows a family.

It can be seen that even in the old black-and-white photos, this family looks good, with handsome men, pretty women and cute children.

It’s just that the poses of these people in the photo are a bit strange.

It's not based on age.

There is no classification based on height, or based on the number of spouses, children, etc.

Some are tall, some are short, and they seem to be standing randomly.

There is no poss at all.

Perhaps, people of that era were simply not used to having their pictures taken, so they felt uneasy and nervous.

She glanced at the back of the photo - a group photo of the Ye family, taken in 19xx.

In this era, the child being held in the arms must be the original owner of the house, right?

The other party didn’t even take such a precious photo out of the country.

Did I forget, or what?

"Uncle San, I found a photo." Manshu raised the thing in his hand towards Yan Zhan.

Yan Zhan also pointed at the antique display case: "The top row of buttons are all movable, but I don't know the order in which they are arranged. I'm afraid that if I press the wrong button rashly, it will trigger the mechanism."

Manshu's eyes lit up and he became interested.

This may be the fun of treasure hunting.

She hurried over. She was not as tall as Yan Zhang, and even if she stood on tiptoe, she could not see the entire antique shelf.

Yan Zhan reached out and picked the person up.

She sat on his arms, and this posture was like an old father holding his three-year-old daughter, which made Manshu quite ashamed.

Yan Zhan asked her to look at the grooves on it, and Manshu finally figured out something.

"Uncle San, look, there are nine grooves in this row. Coincidentally, there are also nine people in this photo of mine."

Nine people?

Yan Zhan held the photo in his hand.

The first one is short, the second one is short, the third one is tall, the fourth one...

The only uncertainty is whether the child in the arms is short or tall?

Is it the child who is in front, or the father holding him?

If we consider the father's height, the next groove cannot be pressed down.

If you follow the child, then you should follow it.

"Press it. I think the father should come first, then the child." Manshu also knew the correspondence between the mechanism and the photo.

Seeing Yan Zhan hesitated, she became more decisive.

Taking advantage of Yan Zhan's unpreparedness, she pressed down quickly.

Yan Zhan frowned: "You go down first."

What if he was wrong? There might be some trap that would definitely target the person who pressed the buttons randomly. He didn't want to be unable to dodge and let Mansu fall into it.