After doing all this, Cheng Qianfan kneaded the paper into a ball and carefully put it back into the bamboo basket:

When he picked up the paper, he noticed that the paper was under an apple core, and he kneaded the paper into a ball and pressed it under the apple core.

Cheng Qianfan looked at the desk.

Under the reflection of the desk lamp light, there was a faint reflection at the location where the paper was just placed.

This is the moisture reflecting light.

Cheng Qianfan immediately wiped it gently with gloves.

Can't use force.

Exerting force will leave hand marks, palm marks, etc.

His eyes remained on the desk lamp.

Cheng Qianfan noticed that the position of the desk lamp was different from the position before he took the desk lamp to fill the light. He gestured with his palm on the desk, raised a finger to mark the distance, and then moved the desk lamp about one centimeter toward the desk near the document.

He took a look and nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, an accident happened.

The desk lamp wire rubbed the documents on the desk, and several documents fell to the ground.

Cheng Qianfan was shocked, and he immediately realized where the problem was.

Just now, he picked up the desk lamp for photos and fills up light. The lamp wire of the desk lamp was originally curved, but he pulled it away. Now he put the desk lamp back, and the lamp wire is still straighter than before and has become longer.

The longer light wire just scratched the paper on the desk.

Cheng Qianfan first glanced at the desk lamp, then looked at the lamp line. He held the lamp line in his left hand and gently stroked it up and down, then confirmed the "length" of the lamp line itself. Then Cheng Qianfan quickly wrapped the lamp line in different positions and bent it between his right fingers.

I looked at it again and judged in my heart that unless Imamura Hitotaro also marked the light line, there should be no flaws.

...

Then.

Looking at the documents scattered on the ground, Cheng Qianfan's expression became extremely serious.

He picked up the paper and glanced at it a few times.

His heart sank.

These pages of paper do not come from the same document, so he cannot determine the order in which these pages of paper are placed on the desk.

This is extremely troublesome.

Cheng Qianfan thought quickly in his mind as if he was playing a movie. The scene two minutes ago, and even the scene when he was talking to Imamura Hitotaro in his study, quickly passed through his mind.

He sighed in his heart, silent, staring at the pages of paper.

He was unable to recall the order in which these pages of paper were placed.

At this moment, there seemed to be footsteps coming from the other side of the stairs.

Cheng Qianfan had a sensitive hearing. He judged that the distance was a bit far and he should be still going up the stairs.

Imura Kogoro is coming?

Is it that I have finished appreciating the second Zhu Jin?

Or do you notice something is wrong and check it out?

However, this is no longer important.

Cheng Qianfan was extremely anxious. He had experimented before:

From the entrance of the stairs to the study room near the inside, it takes about thirty-nine seconds to get a normal pace.

Every time he came to the study, he would memorize it in his mind. After many experiments, he took an average value, and the final conclusion was seventeen seconds.

However, Kogoro Imamura is shorter than him and his pace is smaller. Taking this factor into consideration, Cheng Qianfan judged that Kogoro Imamura should take nineteen seconds.

In nineteen seconds, he had no time to deal with the situation.

...

It was at this time.

"The housekeeper of the village, the housekeeper of the village!"

"The housekeeper of the village, the housekeeper of the village!"

"The housekeeper of the village, the housekeeper of the village!"

Downstairs, a cry suddenly came.

Cheng Qianfan heard it was Li Hao's shout.

Then he heard the footsteps that were originally approaching away.

This is Kogoro Imamura walking back down the stairs.

...

Cheng Qianfan ignored these pages for the time being.

He held the mini camera in his hand and pressed the yellow card. The card opened. He took out the small film and the card slot, put the film into the card slot, and covered it.

Then put the camera directly into the briefcase.

Then he put the film into a silk cloth bag in the briefcase, which contained five or six small yellow croakers and a stack of banknotes. He spread the banknotes and covered the film.

After doing all this, Cheng Qianfan put his briefcase back on the seat, and was "forgotten" here before.

Then, Cheng Qianfan picked up the red wine gift box on the ground and walked towards the door.

Suddenly stopped.

He came to the desk and placed the pages of paper in the corner of the table.

After doing all this, he walked back.

He walked upside down and walked gently.

...

downstairs.

Time goes back ten seconds.

Kogoro Imamura stood at the entrance under the stairs and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Officiale Imamura, please call Brother Fan, it's too late." Li Hao said.

"When is it too late?" Kogoro Imamura asked with a frown.

"Brother Fan promised his sister-in-law to tell the bedtime story to the young master before going out today." Li Hao said, "It's too late, the young master..."

"I understand." Kogoro Imamura shook his head. He had heard that Kentaro loved his son very much, perhaps because he loved Kazuo and was also very fond of his Chinese wife.

Kogoro Imamura went up the stairs again, turned right, and walked straight towards the study room on the inside of the corridor.

...

"Uncle Kogoro." Cheng Qianfan stood at the entrance of the study, looking bored. He saw Kogoro Imamura coming from afar and shouted happily, "You are here, the study is locked."

"Why didn't Kentaro call me?" Kogoro Imamura glanced at Kentaro Miyazaki deeply, put the thunder in his palm in his left hand, and took out the key with his right hand to open the door.

"It's not easy to disturb Uncle Kogoro's research on the ancient culture of the empire." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, "Just wait for a while."

The door lock was opened, but something seemed to be stuck in the door.

Cheng Qianfan took the initiative to push forward and helped push it. The first time he didn't open it. Then, with a big force, the door was knocked open, causing a gust of wind, and only a few pages of paper fell from the desk.

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