Absurd marriage

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"8"

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"6"

Gu Yun pressed the four numbers and touched the password lock screen with his fingertips.

8 month 6 number.

Like Sheng Jisong, he had been looking forward to this day.

The breathing light of the door lock turns from red to green, and the door pops open automatically.

Three years later, Jiang Zheng stepped into this study again. The furnishings in the room remained basically unchanged, except for the fresh flowers in the vase, there was also an aroma diffuser on the table, and the room was filled with the faint fragrance of mugwort leaves.

This is his original pheromone.

On the second floor, there are illusions created by Sheng Jisong painstakingly.

Standing next to the desk is a floor lamp. This lamp was bought and installed by him himself back then. The column of the lamp is made of solid wood, and the chassis of the floor is made of steel. There is a switch on it, which can be turned on by pressing it down. Rotating clockwise can adjust the brightness of the light according to the above numbers to achieve the best eye protection effect.

This floor lamp was chosen that year because its chassis area is large enough and can only be fixed in one position. The large-area chassis can become a practical experimental platform in the hands of trained spies.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Gu Yun turned the button counterclockwise, but he didn't expect it to work!

Three years have passed, and Sheng Jisong has not discovered the mystery here.

The password of the switch has eight digits, and the method of inputting the password is the same as that of an old-fashioned rotary telephone. After fixing a number, turn it counterclockwise to the end, reset it, and then dial the next number.

Gu Yun moved neatly, regaining the feeling of organizing training in the past. After entering the long password, there was a crisp sound from the marble floor tile attached to the wall. He lifted the floor tile with one hand, but it couldn't be lifted at all. He remembered that he was using Gu Yun's frail body.

I had to use both hands to exert all my strength and worked hard for 5 minutes before the floor tiles were removed.

A miniature safe that had been hidden for three years was finally revealed.

Gu Yun opened it, and inside were dozens of volumes of audio recordings and a single-lens reflex camera.

These dozens of volumes of recordings include but are not limited to the composition of the Day South Secretariat, the list of spies who have infiltrated and infiltrated every social class in Ye North, the actual combat deployment of the alliance military defense, the core of new weapon research and development...etc.

The espionage war without gunpowder is about these internal secrets.

This information is related to the survival and rise and fall of an alliance, and it is also the fundamental goal of the Night North Overturning Ship Project.

However, not every spy can easily obtain these materials, and most of them are exposed prematurely, or go to court, or are hanged.

Jiang Zheng thought about these seniors, and suddenly felt that his fate was not too bad.

It was effortless for him to get these recordings back then.

After the relationship stabilized, Sheng Jisong took him to the secret army base, and the internal meeting didn't even let him avoid suspicion.

The wiretapping tool can be blatantly pinned in Sheng Jisong's tie without being searched and suspected.

Their short-lived love is based on absolute trust in each other.

Jiang Zheng, who cherishes this trust, chooses to hide these secrets in a safe and never discloses them to a third party. This hiding lasts for three years. The war is over, the victory and defeat have been divided, and these recordings have been lost in time. deserved value.

All he cares about is the camera.

After charging, the machine restarted, and Gu Yun went to look through the photo album. Sure enough, all the photos that were burned were backed up here, and there were even more memories.

Looking at myself three years ago again, the aura of foolishness almost overflowed the screen.

But he was really happy, really happy. Looking back now, the half a year of living together with Sheng Jisong was the happiest and sweetest time in Jiang Zheng's 20 years of life.

He knows that these beautiful things are just a short-lived fireworks, so he took the camera and recorded every moment hypocritically.

Gu Yun didn't dare to read it after turning two pages, he was afraid that he would fall into it again.

During lunch, Sheng Jisong still didn't come back, but he called and obediently reported the itinerary, saying that he would have lunch with Sheng Ling at school.

Gu Yun would not use Sheng Ling to embarrass Sheng Jisong, and it was rare for them to have a peaceful phone call.

While drinking soup, Young Master Gu knocked over a porcelain bowl on purpose, and the servant hurried over to clean it up. Qi Bo was concerned about whether he hurt his hand. Gu Yun said: "My hand is fine, but the bowl is broken, and the tableware is not complete. gone."

The Sheng family is very particular about the dining table. The tableware is all antique works of art. The bowl that Gu Yun smashed can be sold at an auction house for a market price of 100 million. If it is a complete set of tableware, the price will be in the tens of millions. .

The Sheng family kept several sets of rare things outside, and Qi Bo immediately said: "I'll go to the warehouse and get another one of the same one to make up for it. Don't worry."

Gu Yun smiled and said, "Then I will trouble you."

The truth of this surprisingly friendly and polite words startled the butler, and he immediately ran back to the warehouse, took out a brand-new porcelain bowl from his collection, and was about to go out. Suddenly the light reflected, his eyes blinked, Qi Bo squatted down to take a closer look, it turned out to be a camera, and the light reflected was its lens.

Half an hour later, Sheng Jisong pushed the door and entered, his footsteps were hurried and his breath was uneven. At this time, Gu Yun was still eating dessert slowly on the dining table. Seeing his expression was different, he said deliberately: "No, I just smashed it into pieces. A bowl, did you come back here specifically to ask me to compensate you at the price?"

Sheng Jisong had no time to pay attention, and anxiously shouted: "Housekeeper?!"

Qi Bo quickly appeared in response, Sheng Jisong took a few steps over, snatched the camera in front of the warehouse, held it in his hand for a closer look, and confirmed excitedly: "Yes, this is Xiao Zheng's camera... a camera he loved so much before. machine..”

The camera was fully charged and running normally, but it was a little stuck. Sheng Jisong patiently waited for the old machine to respond to his instructions.

After the album was loaded and Jiang Zheng's smiling face clearly appeared in front of the screen, his nose was sore and his words trembled: "I'm back...I didn't lose his things, they're all back..."

He hugged the camera, like Jiang Zheng himself who was lost and found again.

Gu Yun stood by the wall and watched quietly.

He believed that this feeling could not be faked, Sheng Jisong sincerely hoped that he could return to him.

He must have regretted that shot three years ago.

But regret is the most useless thing in this world.

The housekeeper said that he found this camera because he was looking for a bowl. There are many valuable collections in the warehouse, and the usual cleaning is only to clean the corners, and does not empty the objects for general cleaning, so the possibility of this camera being left in the corner for three years is established.

Gu Yun smashed a bowl, but accidentally smashed Jiang Zheng's camera.

Sheng Jisong should thank him, if possible, smash all the collections in this room, as long as Jiang Zheng can come back.

He knew that he was dreaming and everything was just a coincidence.

He went back to the study room on the second floor, turned on the floor lamp, turned the button clockwise, and adjusted the brightness to 6.6. Warm white light covered the desk, and the returning fresh autumn wind blew the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the window was a clear blue sky. Every floor tile is where it should be.

Sheng Jisong didn't notice anything unusual.

Holding the camera in his arms, he turned page by page, not only photos, but even a few videos!

The camera freezes and needs to be loaded.

He waited patiently, as if if he waited a second longer, time could go back a year.

Three seconds later, Jiang Zheng from three years ago appeared vividly in front of his eyes...