A very ordinary room with bookshelves on all sides and neatly stacked books. Apart from the books, the most eye-catching thing in the room is the old-fashioned gramophone on a clothes rack and the large and comfortable single sofa chair next to the phonograph.

An old-fashioned record was spinning slowly on the gramophone, and the pointer crossed the slot of the record. It was a very old French music.

It looked like a barber in his 60s skillfully applied white foam to the man's chin, then picked up a scraper and gently and accurately scraped off the white foam.

Nestled in the broad chair is an old man. His thin arms look like they could be broken at a moment's notice, and his chest is always floating shallowly. If the turbid gas exhaled from the nasal cavity hadn't hit the barber's hairy arms from time to time, he would have looked terrible.

Really like a dead person.

Si Wenbing stood aside. He had been here for half an hour, but he didn't speak. Likewise, the old man didn't seem to see him. Only the barber glanced at him at the beginning.

The person who disappeared for 9 years has become mature when he comes back, and the old man back then has become even older.

When the music ended, the barber also stopped what he was doing. After more than ten years, he has reached the level of proficiency in this profession.

There are two types of people in the world, one is a genius, who is self-taught without a teacher, and the other is a scholar who, after doing something repeatedly for several years, ten years, or decades, reaches the ability of a cook to understand an ox.

The old man opened his eyes, his eyelids were raised slightly, and he felt a little energetic.

The barber and the others left, and there was still a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

"Back?" he asked.

"Yes." Si Wenbing replied.

After not seeing each other for nine years, the two sides were not particularly excited, as if they had just met yesterday.

The old man turned the armrest, and the large chair automatically turned around to face Si Wenbing, "I will help you complete the task you failed to complete nine years ago." He paused, "That was one of the teenagers who was bullied by Hamed before.

, he insisted on doing this and wanted to die."

The old man stood up from his chair, staggered and walked very slowly.

Si Wenbing didn't go up to help him, and the old man didn't let him help him. He walked slowly to the sofa and sat down. He took a few deep breaths before continuing, "In this case, no one will come after you again.

The person who kidnapped Hamed is now dead."

"I will kill him." Si Wen said coldly.

The old man twitched his lips and seemed to be smiling, "You have been gone for nine years, and this organization has changed a lot. The original declaration is no longer in name only, and pro-government factions have appeared in the organization, and they are preparing to cooperate."

After talking so much at once, the old man was a little tired and took a breather to rest.

"Nothing in this world remains unchanged."

"Well said, it's like a person's age. When you walked out of here 9 years ago, I was still playing golf. When you came back to me 9 years later, I couldn't even pick up the clubs.

"

"Everyone is like that."

"You." The old man squinted his eyes, flashing his vision, "It seems that you have lived a good life in the past few years and your temperament has matured a lot."

Si Wenbing said nothing. His whereabouts were not difficult to find. If we really wanted to find him back then, we would definitely be able to find him.

But the place where he grew up abandoned her and never looked for him in the future.

"The chat is over." The old man puffed up his chest slightly and his eyes flashed, "Nine years ago you went undercover for the government and did a great job and got the information I wanted."

The old man's voice was slow and sharp, "So????where is that information?"

9 years ago
Chapter completed!