In the dark, the dangerous conspiracy of Houjiatang gradually surfaced. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Hailuogou Camp No. 3, the camera moves slowly, the backyard of the temple, the geometry of the pavilion. In the middle, the rockery stands, but it is also broken. The camera suddenly zoomed in, slowly ascending, above the wing, on the side of the door frame, a wooden sign is mottled and old, and the carved text on it has deep cracks, which is the title "Suiyuan Pavilion". The camera zooms in again, penetrating the barrier and capturing the figure. With the gaze of the figure, the camera shifts and stays on the wall. In the corner of the wall, hanging calligraphy, the word "meditation" is inscribed. The handwriting is vigorous and vigorous.

With the edge of the pavilion, meditate in the heart.

Outsider, Ji silently, pondering with his head bowed, recalling the details. Secrets, the secrets of the mission, about success or failure, about identity, about love. The lens is constantly deleted, the residual images are constantly accumulated, and the warmth of the tentacles, the delicate and soft back of the hand, the hand that rises in mid-air, collides with the wooden frame under the bed, and connects all the clues. The bottom of the bed, yes, the bottom of the bed, not the bottom of the bed. Like a drink, Ji silently endured the severe pain, ignoring the doubtful gaze, he got under the bed, lay on his back, puffed out his eyes, did not blink, and carefully identified the clues under the bed. Wen Xin and Hai Lao stood beside the bed, looked at each other silently, and suddenly wondered, could it be that there was something strange in it, Ji Momo had already found it. Coincidentally, on the wooden frame at the bottom of the bed, a piece of blood condensed into beads and fell on Ji Momo's face, and the familiar smell attracted the eyes, guided, and let the eyes gather on the wooden frame. In curiosity, Ji silently stretched out his hand to touch, slowly explored, in the middle of the wooden frame, a long nail was deeply trapped, if you look closely, you can find that the middle section is an inlaid nail, not a whole. In the surprise, I thought about it carefully, could it be that the secret is here. Ji Momo clasped the nail with his hand and wanted to pull it out, but he didn't move. I couldn't pull it out, so I was at the bottom of the bed, and I shouted: "Hurry up, find a pair of pliers, perhaps, the secret has been found." ”

The secret, found. Wen Xin and Hai Laoton were excited, and after being excited, Wen Xin ran out of the room, walked into the middle courtyard, found the abbot of the temple, and begged for pliers. The old abbot didn't say much, and instructed the little monk to find sheet metal tools. After taking the tools, Wen Xin hurriedly ran out of the middle courtyard. Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, the old abbot sighed and shook his head, folded his hands, and said silently: "I hope that your task can be completed, and in that way, it can be regarded as letting Chengguo die without regrets." ”

Back at Suiyuan Pavilion, the word meditation jumped into his eyes, and he could see that Hai Lao was standing alone in front of the bed, holding a cane in both hands, silently looking at the bed. That back made her think of the fierce back when she shot her father, in her hands, clenched into fists, and in her heart, she secretly swore that she would take revenge for the rest of her life. Undercover is only a prerequisite for revenge, the mission can fail, but revenge cannot. Wen Xin secretly warned himself that the blood feud must be avenged, and those criminals cannot be brought to justice, and they are in vain as the son of man. With heavy steps, she walked into the room, stood on the edge of the bed, crouched down, opened the sheet metal toolbox, took out the pliers, and reached under the bed. Ji silently saw it, silently took the pliers, clamped the protruding nail, and with a force, he could feel that the nail was slowly loosening and slowly withdrawing. Taking out the nails, Ji silently handed out the pliers, picked the wooden block with his right hand, secretly exerted force, shook it left and right, the wooden block was loose, and one dragged it down, and the wooden block was pulled out. Ji silently threw down the wooden block excitedly, stretched out his right hand, and touched the groove in the wooden frame under the bed. (To be continued.) )