"My man, I really can't find it. Not to mention our archives, I have all gone to Hui people's village. The old Hui people insisted that there was no such person as Sha Wentian. Their caliber was always the same." Liu Mazi said.

If you can't even find out about Liu Mazi in the world, you won't even know about the CIA. Is Tong Sixi's words reliable? At least Ma Fuxiang shouldn't lie to him. There is indeed something about Sha Wentian's history, but why do the Hui people in Northeast China don't even remember their original leaders? Could it be that Hui people wanted to hide some shocking secret from the world?

"Help me have an appointment with Professor Bayara, I want to see him."

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

Professor Bayara, who Wushuang mentioned, is a Manchu man. He is highly respected in Changchun. He is also a doctor. He is now over 90 years old. Bayara has the surname Lao Manchu. If he can call his old man Baiya, they are all Manchu. Now they have changed to people. Bayara has a dual identity. On the one hand, he is a professor of human life, and on the other hand, he is also a historian in the pseudo-Manchukuo period, specializing in that period of history.

Although the Dong family has a fair relationship with Manchus, Professor Bayala is a good person. When Mr. Dong returned to Changchun, the two families had a relationship. He often walked around during festivals and when he was a child, Wushuang even urinated in the arms of the old professor.

Professor Bayala opened an antique shop on Toudao Street. The shop contains old items from the Qing Dynasty, so the old professor is just fine. If Wushuang gets any good goods, then the first one will be given to him.

"You kid, you haven't come some days. Come on, let's see how this big blue and white bowl is like?" The old professor brought Wushuang to the private room of his precious collection with his eyes.

Wushuang knocked on the mouth of the porcelain bowl, then took a look at the bottom of the bowl with his wolf's eyes, and smiled and said, "Professor, where did you get this treasure? It's not a Xibei product, but it's not an official kiln. If it's more than 100,000 miles, it's barely acceptable."

"Hmph! There is nothing good in your mouth. Then remember to leave two things for the men and I'll open my eyes when you're making them next time." The old professor brewed a pot of tea and poured it on Wushuang.

The professor took a sip of tea and asked, "Tell me, is there anything wrong, please call me? Why? Tong Sixi is making things difficult for you again?"

"Professor, I know you are a living history book of our modern history in Changchun. I want to ask you about someone, but I don't know if you have heard of this person."

"Haha... you guy is so embarrassed that you can't even ask about it. I can't even ask about it. Old man, I'm not from the world, and I don't have the best ears."

"Have you heard of Sha Wentian?" Wushuang had no time to go around the circle with the old professor and asked bluntly.

"Oh? He?" Professor Bayala frowned, reached out and touched the stubble at the corner of his mouth and was silent.

"Professor? Professor? What's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing, why did you suddenly remember to ask him?"

"Do you know he is right? Sha Wentian has indeed existed in history, right?"

Professor Bayara said that according to the information he has, Sha Wentian was the leader of Hui people in Xingchengzi (Changchun) in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. He is a contradiction himself. On the one hand, he returned from Tsarist Russia, and on the other hand, after returning to China, he tried his best to stop his resistance to Russia. He is cruel by nature, and almost all people associated with the Russians cannot escape death. Even if you are a Hui people, he will not be merciful.

Wushuang waved his hand, and Fang Lao Da and Fang Lao Er withdrew from the private room and closed the door. "Professor, I have a question in my mind. We are saying this in private, where are we saying this?"

"Are you trying to ask Sha Wentian and your great-grandfather?"

"Yes, the old mother in the crooked neck under the Freedom Bridge has been in a turbulent situation these days. I believe your master has heard of it. There is a saying that the old mother in the crooked neck was buried by Sha Wentian's body. I asked my third grandfather about this, but he didn't seem to want me to get involved, and there were many secrets from that year hidden from me."

Professor Bayala nodded, held Wushuang's hand affectionately, and took Wushuang to the study room behind. The study room was antique, from the furniture to the murals on the walls, they were all antiques.

He pulled Wushuang to a chair and sat down, then searched on the bookshelf for a long time, and finally found an old photo album.

"Look at this, this is my collection of the old man, and most people can't see it. Look at the first page." Professor Bayala personally opened the first page of the album for Wushuang.

Ouch... The first photo was too shocked to Wushuang. Although the old photo had turned yellow and the camera was not very clear at that time, Wushuang still recognized the two people in the photo. The slightly shorter man on the left was older, probably in his 60s. He had a big beard on his face, a small white hat of Hui Muslim on his head, and a big blood-red cloak behind him, and his appearance was almost exactly the same as the stone statue he saw in the secret passage.

"Sha Wentian? He is Sha Wentian?" Wushuang said in surprise.

"This is not the point. Look at the person next to Sha Wentian's right hand."

Wushuang began to move to the right side of the photo. On the right side of Sha Wentian was a man of big and thick. The man's clothes might not be expensive or gorgeous, but they showed his heroic spirit. This man was nearly two meters tall, with muscle mass on both arms, a pair of horse boots under his feet, a cloth bag tied around his waist, a mirror box gun inserted into his left waist, and a sharp sharp dagger inserted into his right waist. Looking at the chest, there was only a metal chain mail vest on his upper body, and two strings of bullets outside the vest were intertwined together. The bullets should be the earliest American Thompsons from the caliber.

Wushuang trembled with her hands and was very excited. She took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it, and took a sip.

Although the tall and mighty man had a scar on his face, it was still clear that his appearance was very similar to his grandfather, as if it was carved from a mold. Wushuang unconsciously touched his face. Yes, his face shape also inherited the blood of this man, and even these pairs of phoenix eyes were exactly the same as him! He... he is the great-grandfather, Wu Gongyao, the hero of troubled times!

"Is this my great-grandfather?" Wushuang shouted in surprise.

"Yes, that's right, this is the only photo of Yao Gong in the world so far, and it is also the only photo with images of Sha Wentian." Professor Bayala said.
Chapter completed!