Self-deprecation, sneering, indeed, the undercover identity, Team Liu's sacrifice, made the lurking "bewitching" mission far away. www.biquge.info Even, his own identity has become extremely sensitive. Could it be that with just one mouth, the truth can be told? No, everyone will be skeptical, and everyone will be noncommittal. However, in the temple in the mountains of Hailuogou, in the meditation wing where Team Liu was accustomed to concentrating on practice, there must have been a case file hidden. I remember that Team Liu said that there is a secret hidden in the temple, a secret related to the success or failure of the "bewitchment" mission, and now that it is time for the meeting, it will definitely be found out to prove its identity. After pondering, Wen Xin was as still as water, looking at the vicissitudes of Hai Lao's face, her eyes were moist, she sorted out the logic, and said eloquently: "Indeed, my current identity is extremely embarrassing, but I have reason to believe that Team Liu has prepared a way back for me." I clearly remember the relieved smile of Team Liu before he died, which I remember vividly. Once, Team Liu said that in the temple, in the meditation room, an important confidential document was hidden. That document is most likely the details of the 'Bewitchment' mission, and my identity will certainly be retained in it. ”

Hai Lao closed his eyes and meditated, thought quietly, and thought slowly. As expected, Chengguo had already arranged the follow-up, and in the face of the "bewitchment" task, the collection logic of investigation and tracking was all expected by Chengguo. Perhaps, Chengguo, who is dying, is the happiest when he is dying. I opened my eyes and looked at everyone, and my tone was low and majestic: "I am very happy, I now know that my son can understand righteousness so deeply, and he is my pride." I've heard of that mysterious document, I've heard of it, I've heard of it, I'm sure I know about it. After speaking, he glanced at the old abbot, who was old and fine, nodded in agreement, and led the assistant out of the wing.

In the house, Ji Momo and Wen Xin looked at each other, and they were confused in the face of Hai Lao. Hai Lao was full of majesty, which made Ji Momo feel particularly uncomfortable. With a cane, he slowly stood up, walked to the bed, and pointed to the bottom of the bed. Wen knew it, walked to the bed, opened the sheets, knelt on the ground, tilted his head, and looked at the bottom of the bed. The bottom of the bed was pitch black, and the faint light outside the house could not penetrate the bottom of the bed, so I could only sigh in vain. Ji Momo also knelt down, but he got under the bed, and then crawled on the ground, slowly, half of his body entered the bottom of the bed. His hands touched the ground, and the dust was covered with dust, and the dust rolled up filled the air, choking him to cough and squint. Coincidentally, the left hand touched the warmth, the delicate and soft back of the hand, and suddenly made Ji Mo Mo feel like he had been pricked by a needle, and quickly retracted his hand in a panic, but it was a strange coincidence, in a panic, the withdrawn left hand was raised in mid-air, but it collided on the wooden frame at the bottom of the bed, and he grinned in pain. On the back of his hand, a warm current flowed out and fell to the ground. Ji silently screamed in pain, making Wen Xin get up and ask with concern what happened. Ji silently retreated, and the blood-red color that touched his eyes stimulated Wen Xin. When Hai Lao saw it, he was also stunned, and he called out to the assistant to enter the house. The assistant came in and saw that Ji Momo was injured, so he quickly ran back to the middle yard, took out his backpack, and ran back to the backyard. Cleaning and bandaging, the assistant did a fine and professional job, and Wenxin assisted on the side, which can be regarded as a decent job. Hai Lao sat on a bench, on crutches, calm and steady, looking under the bed, silently contemplating.

Everything was in order, the assistant pushed out the wing room with interest, Ji Momo and Wen Xin sat down, looked at Hai Lao, and did not speak. Hai Lao stuffed his head, his eyes were open, and he looked at the bottom of the bed in a daze, without saying a word. But in his heart, he was wondering, remembering that Chengguo said that the hiding place was under the bed. Could it be that the secret has been discovered? No, no, this room can only be entered by the country, and when others go in, the old man must know, who will it be? )