0.5 meters!

An Tianwei, who was lying on his stomach, had already seen the soldier raise his military thorn high, and the tip of the military thorn was aimed at his own body.

"A bunch of useless things, looking for a corpse for so long!"

There was a burst of voices from the small room, and a thin, but attentive man stepped out of it.

The soldier's spur raised high was stopped by the man's voice. The soldier immediately handed the thorn to his left hand, turned to the man and saluted, "Report, no anomalies found, no corpses found!"

"How can there be no corpse, that bomb is not so powerful as to blow up the bones of a large living person. ”

The man was dressed differently from the soldiers, and was very casual in civilian clothes. He took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, expertly popped one out, lit a fire in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

"Damn, in order to confirm that there is no danger, let Lao Tzu hold back his smoking addiction for a day!"

When the other five soldiers saw the man come out of the hut, they stopped their search and gathered around him.

"Brother Jian, are you too careful?" a soldier asked, "After searching for so long a day, I haven't even seen a single hair, let alone a corpse." ”

"What do you know? A bunch of dirt buns. Brother Jian took another deep puff of cigarette, as if he was about to overwhelm all the addictions he had been addicted to smoking for a day at this moment.

The soldiers seemed to have become accustomed to the way the sword brother spoke, and when they heard the three words of Tubaozi, they all took out cigarettes from their pockets and lit a fire to get over their addictions.

They really cheated for a day, just to avoid making a little noise.

"Brother Jian, you said that we were all hiding in the tunnel, and you didn't let us smoke the roots. This is a bad thing for the brothers!"

"Let me tell you, don't say that we are hiding in the tunnel, even if we hide a little deeper, if we are a master, we can also detect that there are people nearby. Do you understand? Forget it, you don't understand either. The word master, it's too high-end for you!"

After hearing this, five of the six soldiers laughed, and they didn't take Brother Jian's words seriously. When the fun was over, they continued to smoke, and after smoking one, it didn't count, and then the fire came a second one.

"Why don't you laugh?" Brother Jian asked the soldier who didn't smile.

"What's so funny?" replied the soldier.

"The loneliness of the master generally becomes the object of ridicule of the laity! Why don't you laugh?"

"Then I'm probably a master, too. After the soldier finished smoking, he flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, and the cigarette butt flew out in a long arc in the air. Coincidentally, it landed not far in front of An Tianwei's eyes.

At this time, An Tianwei, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and he was smiling. A smile that was almost victorious was faintly visible on his face. Still, he remained latent and still, his breathing still elongated.

"Brother Jian, I've searched all over this place, and I haven't seen the master you mentioned. What are we going to do now?"

Brother Jian also seemed to be confused by the situation in front of him.

Everything is going according to the script he wrote, but how can there be a completely different ending from his plot? It's a headache.

After thinking silently for a while, Brother Jian's eyes scanned the ruins of the big house again, and after finding nothing, he shook his head a little helplessly.

"Forget it, forget it. I'm going back to study the script and see what went wrong!"

When the six soldiers heard him say this, they immediately became happy.

Follow this sword brother out to do tasks, and every time is a chore. He had to follow everything according to the script he had made up in advance, and as long as there was a slight deviation between the facts and the script he had written, he would keep rehearsing the rehearsals until he had rehearsed the facts into the script he had written.

It's not just obsessive-compulsive, it's neurotic!

Although the soldier has such a belly, this sword brother is a celebrity in front of the boss, and they can't afford to offend. What else can they do?

Now when I heard this sword brother who seemed to be a famous director say that he would go back and get the script again, the joy that came out of the soldiers' hearts rushed out at once.

"Go, go, go back. ”

Six soldiers and a famous guide walked into the small house one after another.

An Tianwei was still lying on his stomach, lying on his stomach without moving. Even when he saw seven people disappear from his eyes, he didn't move.

After a while, I saw that Brother Jian walked out of the small house and looked around again, this time his face was not helpless, but disappointed.

"Brother Jian, let's go. There's not a single ghost here, and you're so amazing that you're almost like you. ”

The so-called "just like you" means neuropathy.

This time it was Brother Jian's turn and he didn't care.

"This is not scientific!" Brother Jian said to himself.

"Science can't conjure up a corpse now!Brother Jian, even if we beg you, let's go back!"

"Hmm......" Brother Jian dragged a long tail note, "Okay, let's go back first." I'll check again to see if something went wrong. ”

waited until the voice disappeared, and this time An Tianwei moved.

He crawled out of the pile of broken logs, and there was no place in his body that was clean. Even the hair is covered with a thick layer of ash.

What does it mean to be truly disgraced?

He didn't even bother to pat the ashes on his body, and ran towards the small house.

When I entered the small house, it was empty, as clean as if it had been washed with water. There was not a single piece of furniture, it was empty, and there was no figure to be found.

An Tianwei pressed against the ground and searched carefully, looking for it inch by inch.

He had always listened attentively to the movements in the small house, especially after a few people had entered the small house, and he listened more carefully. If there is a mechanism or something, it will naturally make some abnormal noises, but everything is very quiet, then it can only mean that the tunnel in the small house is not an opening.

An opening without a mechanism is undoubtedly simple, but it is the most difficult for a stranger to find.

Finally, under his careful scrutiny, a crack in the wooden floor of the small house caught his attention. The fissure wasn't very large, the size of a vertically cut palm, and it was the kind of lean and fleshless palm. At first glance, this crack looks a lot like what a wooden floor should look like after it has fallen into disrepair.

An Tianwei's palm is very thick, cocooned and fleshy, and it can't be inserted into such a crack at all.

Good thing he has Cloud Claw!

He manipulated the Cloud Claw into the rift, and soon hit the bottom. As soon as the cloud claw was retracted, the cloud claw's front paws gripped the edge of the rift.

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