Chapter 3 The True Secret of Video Tape

Louwailou was not far from my shop, so I hurriedly ran back. Wang Meng got off work at 5:00 and definitely didn't stay for half a minute, so he had already locked it. I opened the lock and came to the inner hall. The belt brought by Aning was brought back to her, so I took out my own belts. The fat man followed me in and helped me connect the power supply.

But I didn't plan to read it again, but instead looked through a few drawers and found a screwdriver.

The fat man couldn't understand it and asked me what I was doing. My heart was whispering, and I didn't care about answering him, so I started to remove the strap.

If I thought about it well, this matter would be really simple, and I have even done it many times.

Two tapes, one of which was actually blank, that is, the content inside was not important at all. What the other party wanted to send me was the video tape itself, not let us see the content inside, so it was blank or there was a video, and there was no connection. Then he sent the tape to him, which was only one reason, and a reason that was so simple that it could not be simple. And my speculation was also very easy to verify.

When I was in middle school, I had tinkered with a lot of this stuff, and it was not difficult to disassemble it. I separated the belts from one stone. Then I carefully picked it up and shook it, and the fat man who was watching him screamed.

Inside the video tape, there was indeed something on the inside of the plastic shell.

"How did you think of your grandma's bear?" the fat man said in surprise.

I grinned, and didn't bother to laugh, and patted him, "That's what you thought of." I tore off the thing, and when I saw it, I said "Oh", and I felt my heart twisted.

It was a piece of note with more than a dozen words written very scribbled on it.

No. 349-5, Kunlun Luthersan Lane, Golmud City, Qinghai Province.

People who are literate will know at a glance. It is the address of Golmud.

"God." I couldn't help but feel the Jing accent. I wiped the sweat from my head, and felt a sense of joy in my heart. Finally, I got something for me. It turned out that I was really thinking too much.

This is a killing of two birds with one stone. On the one hand, it can protect this thing from long-distance transportation, and on the other hand, if the thing is intercepted, the other party would not have imagined that something was hidden in it, especially if the content of the videotape is enough to attract the attention of the interceptor.

I knew in my heart that the interceptor that the other party wanted to guard against was my third uncle. Because the contents in it were only surprised after watching it, and the fact was true. He was indeed attracted by the contents in the video tape.

This matter is obvious as long as he infers it, because if he had sent the address directly, according to the situation at that time, the thing would have fallen into Uncle San's hands, just like the first copy of the Warring States silk book.

After figuring this out, I felt very refreshed and immediately removed another tape. The tape was not a piece of paper. It was an old brass key, and the most popular 480s lock key in the 1980s.

When I picked it up and expanded it, I found that the key was a little old and the copper skin was black. There was tape on the back of the key handle, and a series of vague numbers were written on it: 306.

"It seems that the other party wants to invite you over." The fat man said on the side, "Even the room has been opened for you."

I looked at the address and key and was stunned. The fat man was right. I was thinking about this just now. It seemed that the person who sent the video tape really wanted me to find it. The key should be the door key where the address was on the paper. Then it seems that the other party may not be at home when I went there. He wanted me to visit it by myself?

I suddenly had a strange idea, was the house the guy's home? He knew that he might not be able to come back, so he asked someone to send me the keys of his house? Is it a legacy to leave me?

If this is true, then maybe you can go to his house and know his past. However, it is unlikely that no matter how you think about it...

In addition. In this way, is there something in Aning’s two straps?

That night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I leaned against the edge of the bed and smoked one by one. I usually only smoked one when I was depressed, but now it's useless to smoke, and I still feel uncomfortable.

Looking back on this whole thing, from the time I first received the video tape to now discovering the things in the video tape, it took only a few months, but every extra discovery made things more confusing and complicated.

In fact, although I discovered the secret of the video tape, what really upset me is the content of the video tape. Whether the other party wants to cover up the content or just pick up two disks, the content inside will definitely attract all the attention of the viewer. And these contents cannot be forged, and people like him will not be familiar with the recording method of the video tape. So, where did he get the tape?

I can be sure that there are more than these video tapes. According to the recording time of the video tape, it takes about eight disks to record for a day. One disk is an open space and the other disk is a content place. This means that the other party has many choices when picking up the video tape, which at least means that there may be other video tapes in that place.

"Huo Ling" and "I" inside monitor their actions, obviously having a last resort, not for fun.

Of course, what I care about the most is Aning's two games. I have always claimed to be an outsider and always thought I was a big shot. I followed my third uncle. The first time I was just doing it myself, the second time I was forced by the situation, and the third time I was inexplicably obeying the arrangements. Every time, as long as I said the word "no", there was nothing I had to do with, so things suddenly developed to the point that even I was involved, and I was a little lost.

However, the Fatty's prompt this time made me feel enlightened. I already felt that the way I thought about the problem seemed too complicated. Perhaps it was because of this habit that troubled me that the originally very simple things really made it very complicated. Perhaps the things themselves were like this, without any twists and turns.

I thought a lot, and at this moment I thought about what Li Chenzhou told me that day that day. This matter may have a lot to do with me. Thinking about the fact that Uncle San was lying to me deliberately. Since he didn't want me to participate in this matter, why did he let me follow me to the snow mountain? Li Chenzhou's words actually make a lot of sense.

I recalled my past again. There was nothing in my memory that could make me related to this matter. When I was a child, my father was ordinary and took the family as his responsibility in everything; my grandfather was the backbone of the family; my second uncle was stingy and serious; my third uncle played in the world and was unrestrained. Everything constituted the memory of my childhood. Although they were different in nature, they were all very nice to me. Even the second uncle only smiled with me when he looked at me.

It can be said that although my childhood was not very happy, it should be the same as that of someone of my age, without any special features.

In the past few years, the so-called university has become extremely dull and its memory is clearer. It really hasn't been experienced in a dark room, dressed like a dead person.

I haven't fallen asleep all night, and I kept looking at the ceiling and saw dawn. I was thinking a lot, and the more I thought about it, the more depressed I became. The whole thing was like a net of heaven and earth, covering me. No matter where I walked, I could only see countless holes, but it was blocked by the ropes.

This situation is also determined by my personality. My hesitant and unwilling personality makes things more and more complicated. Maybe I shouldn’t be so passive when considering the problem. Sometimes I don’t wait for others to give you clues, and then you think about it. In this way, the clues given to you by others are not sure whether they are true or false, but also, they are always not very timely and have a lot of interference.

Thinking of this, I suddenly frowned, remembering the advice my friends gave me before leaving, he said: "The reason why things have become so complicated is because you are always obsessed with getting answers from your third uncle. You think that since your third uncle has deceived you, you definitely don't want you to know something, then your third uncle will not be able to tell the truth to you. Lies are lies. If you ask again, you will only feel that anything in the world becomes unreliable. There are more and more messy information. If you want to understand the truth of the matter, you might as well find the answer yourself. For example, if you say whether the expedition team is ten or eleven, you can check the relevant information that year. It is much more feasible than telling whether your third uncle said is true or false."

Thinking about it now, he is indeed right.

OK! I said to myself, fuck, since this matter has something to do with me, I really don’t believe anyone. This time I will not tell anyone, and go to Golmud alone to check what’s going on.

Either don’t do it or don’t procrastinate. The next day, I decided on my itinerary to Golmud.

I have never been to that area before, so I asked my friend at the travel agency to ask about the route. The friend told me that because there is no direct flight to Golmud, I had to fly to Shuangliu, Chengdu first and then transfer. He asked him to get the air tickets, and even the local hotel could handle it. I asked him to handle it for me, because I couldn't just leave here, so I booked a flight two days later.

This time I was not going to go to the robbery, but just went to the city of Golmud, and it was not long, so I only brought a few close-fitting clothes and some cash, and a total of only one backpack was flat.

The fat man returned to Beijing that day, and I didn’t tell him about this. Since I decided not to say anything, the fat man is no exception.

During the past two days, I greeted Wang Meng and asked him to deal with the matter in the shop. The family explained it vaguely and then made some adjustments. Two days later, I got on the plane.

I slept all the way, and after arriving in Shuangliu, Chengdu, I had already had a very comfortable sleep. I was thinking about things on the plane for a few hours when I flew to Golmud. At around 8 o'clock that night, I arrived in Golmud City, which is known as the "Plateau Inn".

This is a legendary city. Golmud means "a place with dense rivers" in Tibetan. Although it is all Gobi, you can imagine how the city was when it was named. The information I read on the plane said that this city was a city where General Mu Shengzhong, the "father of Qinghai-Tibet Highway" who was "the father of Qinghai-Tibet Highway" and set up the tents of Qinghai-Tibet Highway construction soldiers here. The city has only more than 50 years of history and was extremely prosperous in its early years. Now, its status has gradually replaced Lhasa, and the entire city is in a relatively awkward position.

After getting off the plane, I was very embarrassed to have altitude sickness. I fainted for two or three seconds at the exit of the airport. The feeling was not like the exhausted coma when I was in the Qinling Mountains, but a feeling of the world being far away from you. All of the scenery suddenly turned dark from the edge, and then I lay down. Fortunately, I woke up immediately after two or three seconds, and I was already lying on the ground. What’s even more shameful is that when I was buying medicine, I realized that I was on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau now. I was not familiar with China’s geography, and I didn’t even know that Golmud was on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau! The drug sellers thought I was on the wrong plane.

I drank 50 cents a bowl of Tibetan tea at the Tibetan tea stall on the roadside and took the medicine. I went to the hotel arranged by my friend and settled down. I didn't care about the headache and fever, so I set off without stopping, got into the taxi, took out the address, and asked the driver to take me over.
Chapter completed!