Lan Ling was shocked, she covered her mouth, didn't dare to make a sound, and stared at the mysterious figure. It was very dark, and a street lamp could not illuminate this direction at all. If it weren't for the whiteness of the man's face, he wouldn't have been able to see in the dim light.

She only felt so nervous that her back was cold, and that person was not the middle-aged man at all! Looking at the man's straight body, it looks like he is about 1.8 meters.

The man was all dressed in black and black pants, and his side face, which was already unclear, was even more pale!

Seeing that his steps were very light, and he kept walking in her direction, she said in her heart: It's over! Now it's going to be discovered!

She covered her mouth and quickly backed away. only heard the soft sound of "click" behind her, which frightened her throat and eyes. She subconsciously looked down and saw that her foot had kicked the gravel.

When she looked up, she found that the mysterious figure had disappeared all at once!

This time she was completely scared out, she quickly turned around and looked back, her hands clenched, raised her alertness for a second, and when she turned around, there was nothing behind her.

She quickly looked around, but it was silent, and there was no sound at all. How she wished there was even a dog barking on the side of the road!

The quiet and terrifying atmosphere made her hairs stand on end. I really wondered if I was wrong?

Without thinking about it, she would turn around and run on the road she was on, and she stopped all the way when she saw the opposite road.

Looking back, I only felt that the old building covered with vines was extremely eerie and terrifying in the dark, and I was really afraid that there would be some terrifying people coming out of it.

As she walked down the street, she thought back to what she had seen, and said, "That's a man indeed!" Is it too dark to read wrong? But the footsteps ......

She thought that when she saw the big road, she would be alone, and she was so frightened that she hurried away.

When she finally saw a taxi, she quickly reached out to stop it. The driver braked suddenly, and he was also startled when he watched a woman walking on the road.

Lan Ling got into the car and said his address. Seeing that the driver glanced at herself, she didn't speak, and turned her head to look at the side of the road she was walking by. I couldn't help but wonder: who is that man? Where did the people who went in go?

She really thought that there should be two or three people inside, doing some illegal transactions in the dark.

It's just that I regret it in my heart, why didn't I take a closer look at what that person looked like, and why did I mention this old building separately in my notes? Could it be that the owner of this old building knew her father?

She closed her eyes and thought about all this, what kind of connection was there? But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't think of a reason.

At this time, Feng Ze, who was standing on top of the tall building, looked down at the woman who left below until she got into the car. He withdrew his gaze and looked at the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground unconscious.

"Take him away." Feng Ze said to Qin Hu, who had been squatting on the ground and playing with his mobile phone.

"What?! You asked me to come all the way to help you carry an old man down?! Qin Hu looked up at the condescending man. Seeing that he was still the same as when he first met, with a cold face, as if someone owed him five million!

"Then throw him down." After Feng Ze finished speaking, he turned around to leave.

"Hey, hey, Ninth Master, don't be too mad! If I really throw him down, then you can still stay here safely? It is estimated that it will not be long before you become a holy place for jumping. Qin Hu kicked the man with his foot, and when he saw that the man was still not awake and motionless, he was angry thinking about him.

"Can you think about my dying person?! How can I have the strength to carry him off your fourteen-tall old building. "At a glance, I know that this middle-aged man with a big belly, the rich man eats better than anything else, and he is about to become a pig.

He saw Feng Ze standing and suddenly turned to look at himself, this look, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, thinking about his elusiveness, he knocked this person unconscious with one move, he felt his scalp tighten when he thought about it, and hurriedly laughed at him, but he ignored it.

"You still have two years to go." Feng Ze looked at him and said.

"Hey, can you ...... Don't be so irritated all the time, I can't do it! Beware of me fainting to you! ”

"I'm reminding you." Feng Ze saw that others didn't lift it anymore, so he got up and touched his trouser pocket.

He stood looking at the endless night, and didn't pay attention to Qin Hu, who was squatting on the ground and smoking.

"I don't need you to remind me, just say it! If there's any money to be made, tell me and I'll be there for you! But...... This guy is not easy to do, you have to add money to me! He began to haggle with him again.

"He's a person from Yan Po, you want to go to Yan Po." Feng Ze didn't plan to waste time talking to him about this.

Qin Hu snorted, looked up at the man who was standing straight, and said in his heart: I want to! It's not that the old woman is like a ghost, I can't find it!

"Aren't you her boss? What are you going to do, who can stop you! Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, he kept looking at the black sky in a daze.

He squinted his eyes and smoked a cigarette, and after smoking, he got up and stepped on the cigarette butt with his foot, and looked at him, "You are really in high spirits today, what about watching the night view?" "I saw a dark night sky, not even a star, let alone a moon.

Now he was not in the mood to enjoy the night, and turned to think: Let's get this man down! Do you want him to get down?

Feng Ze stared at the night sky and heard the sound of him moving and dragging. He turned to look at him and asked, "Have you ever had some repetitive dreams?" ”

"What?" Qin Hu looked at him in surprise and asked such a strange question. He put the dead man down, got up to look at him, and smiled, "I often dream of counting money, counting until my hands cramp. Alas...... I just can't fit it into my own bag. ”

He looked at Feng Ze with a cold face, and he asked curiously, "Ninth Master, you also dream?" What are you dreaming about, I'll help you analyze and analyze. He patted his chest. Let the man on the ground continue to lie down and be cool.

Feng Ze frowned and thought back to last night's dream, and said in a very cold tone: "I dreamed of a woman." ”

"......" This made Qin Hu stunned, he raised his eyebrows, grinned, touched his chin, looked at Feng Ze with a serious face and said, "What kind of dream did I say!" It turned out that I dreamed of a big girl. ”

He smiled, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "You are in the prime of life, and it is normal to have those dreams more or less, which means that you are a normal man, this is a need, look at what makes you suffocated." ”

He pretended to want to laugh, but saw that he had a straight face, his eyes were cold, and he looked down at himself.

He has seen a lot of this look, and he feels that this is indeed a problem of angle, isn't it just not as tall as him! Why look at people with your nostrils!

But as soon as he saw this look, he immediately put away the mocking smile in amusement.

"Uh...... What kind of woman is she? Isn't it pretty? ”

"I don't see it clearly." Feng Ze turned around and continued to look at the night sky, not caring at all what he said, the woman was not beautiful. In his eyes, there is only the difference between the living and the dead.

Qin Hu shook his head and said in his heart: This is not a serious dream!

But I heard Feng Ze say faintly, "She always turned her back to me and didn't see her face clearly." ”

"Then she's not dressed?" Qin Hu asked deliberately funny. I saw that he didn't pay attention to it as if he hadn't heard it. It took a while to say a word.

"She was standing in front of a mural and didn't know what she was looking at." Feng Ze wanted to recall the appearance of the mural, but in the vague dream, he didn't see it clearly at all, and he didn't even know what the dream was reflecting.

Qin Hu snorted, scratched his head and glanced at Feng Ze, seeing that his face was solemn, it didn't seem to be a good dream. He shook his head to say that he didn't know, and said in his heart: If it were me, I would definitely catch up with her and ask her, do you like me too......

Thinking about it, he laughed out loud, but heard him suddenly speak coldly.

"It's a Tang Dynasty mural!"

Qin Hu looked at him stunned, "How do you know?" Didn't you say you didn't see clearly? ”

Feng Ze glanced at him, and then looked at the man who was still lying on the ground unconscious, "Because a portrait inside flashed vaguely in my mind, and it was a monk!" ”

"Uh......" Qin Hu scratched his short hair, "Are you sure?" Not like him? He stretched out his hand and pointed at the unconscious man on the ground, who had a Mediterranean hairstyle and was so bald that he was bright in the middle.

Who knew that Feng Ze didn't look at himself at all, he seemed to be in thought, and the atmosphere had been very quiet.

He was worried that the man on the ground would wake up suddenly, so he carried him up first. Seeing that Feng Ze didn't plan to help, he didn't bother him.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to pick up the man on his back and walked downstairs step by step. scolded all the way: "Fuck! I don't know how much it costs to repair an elevator, waste a little electricity, look at this savings! ”

He carried the man from the fourteenth floor to the first floor alone.

I couldn't wait to kick him down directly, thinking: I would have known that I would have thrown him down from the stairs according to Feng Ze's intentions!

All the way down, I was so tired that I couldn't do it, thinking that this was really not a fucking human job! I'm almost gasping for half my life!

Until he dragged the man to the trash can, turned around and wanted to leave. It suddenly occurred to me that I might as well take his words. Anyway, Yan Po is Feng Ze's subordinate, so he directly threatens Yan Po to see if it's his mother's real nonsense.

Feng Ze stood upstairs and watched, but he didn't stop him, and now he had found a clue in his heart.

"Tang Dynasty murals?" He suddenly remembered a man who had looked for him before.

Lan Ling, who came home in the middle of the night, slept very unsteadily, and had nightmares over and over again, dreaming of the old building, but he didn't dare to go in. Confused and half-asleep, he tossed until dawn.

As she was about to go to the office, she glanced at the notebook on the table and decided to take it with her.

Restoring a mural is a very dull job, even boring to death, but it is also the closest contact with the artifact. She liked to listen to her father tell the stories in the murals since she was a child, and now that she has come into contact with this kind of work, she feels that it is still very tiring for a woman to do this work.

Sometimes the frescoes to be restored are extensively damaged and fall into disrepair, which is similar to a doctor's surgery. This should mention the spirit of twelve, and we must be very careful and rigorous every step of the way.

For the unearthed Tang Dynasty mural in front of her, she likes it so much, just like looking at the murals in the Dunhuang grottoes at that time, but it is very different.

Although it was only one of the murals in front of her, she saw the best part of the time. What a huge scene it was, and she was sure that in this excavated mural, it was the most human and wonderful part.

"Why did my father's notes mention this painting?" She looked at her father's notes, turned around and picked up a paintbrush and drew on the manuscript paper on the table, looking at the page in the notebook.

She frowned, and the pen in her hand began to draw a simple sketch, "This is a narrative mural, then this one is incomplete, where are the others?" She circled important people in her sketches, and when she looked up, she was alone in the restoration room.

She turned to look at the mural, and suddenly saw a dark shadow flash on the wall of the mural on the right!

Thinking she had misunderstood, she immediately turned to look at the moving lights. She wore a mask and looked at the cabinet in the corner behind her. The heart said: It won't be my own dazzle!

After not hearing any sound for a while, she put on her gloves again and began to hold the pen, mending the broken edges of the mural little by little.

Suddenly, she heard a slight sound of the door locking, and her hand almost shook, so she immediately put down the pen in her hand and turned to look in the direction of the door, "Who?!" ”

She thought that her colleague was playing tricks on herself, but in such a serious place, it was impossible for someone to deliberately joke like this.

She glanced at her notebook and headed for the door.

Before I could get there, all of a sudden the lights went black. She opened her eyes wide and saw a dark figure standing straight behind the door!