Several people discussed it and left the room silently. I pulled up the quilt and covered my head www.biquge.info pen "Fun", and my thoughts were extremely confused.

Hu Zi is right, I can't go back to the Nine Shadows Palace, military control, that's a very serious matter. However, I was so unwilling. Putting aside the mysteries that plagued me, I couldn't even find Yu Su's body, which can make me feel guilty for the rest of my life.

The experience of the Nine Shadows Palace is the strangest one of those experiences I have ever had, the underground fortifications left by the Japanese, the huge coffin in the mineral vein, the burial chamber of the knife, the strange circular stone passage, and the huge bronze mirror maze, what is the connection between these things? Who left it all behind? Are the bronze orbs and Dian Bai in that crater the end of the Nine Shadows Palace? Where are the Fresh Wheel King and Gaxian?

The most difficult thing for me to let go of is my experience in the Underground Forest, to be exact, those dreams that can turn time and space upside down. Can I really turn time and space upside down there? If it's just a dream, why is it the same thing every time? Even the chronology is very rigorous! And what Knife is most worried about is that I will fall asleep and cause time and space to be turned upside down again. If it's not a dream, then how did I get this ability? Why did I leave there and this ability disappeared? What are the forces that are driving this strange phenomenon to develop? Don't...... I took a breath of cold air, and it all had something to do with the bronze balls?

I tore off the quilt and suddenly felt hungry, the eight-treasure porridge was still at the bedside, and I picked it up and drank it all in one go. Grandma's, you can count as having something to eat!

I was able to recover my energy very quickly, which may have something to do with my two years of training, I lay on the bed, carefully sorted out my thoughts, and it seemed that the key to the matter must be those bronze balls.

The door opened, and Beard and Reiko walked in, interrupting my train of thought.

"Thimble is gone." Beard walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette: "He said that your state is not suitable for this business, too many things can't be put down, and you will toss yourself to death." ”

This is like a thimble saying, he is actually not so open-minded, but he has experienced too much since he was a child, and letting go of it is nothing to him.

"What do you think? Willingly? I asked them, and Reiko shrugged his shoulders, it didn't matter to him, as long as he was with his brother. Hu Zi snorted and said: "In order to brush up the sense of existence, I am actually quite happy to accompany you to toss, but this time I am afraid that it will not work, if we kill a horse pistol, it is estimated that we will be killed by the sentry." ”

I sighed, "I understand your concerns, but I can't bear the thought of the knife." ”

"Damn, you weren't a nymphomaniac before, were you?" Lei Zi opened a jar of eight-treasure porridge again and handed it to me: "How handsome is that knife?" Can't bear to think about it? ”

I took the eight-treasure porridge and poured a few sips and said, "You don't understand." Lei Zi snorted: "It's really a needle in a woman's heart." ”

The beard spit out the cigarette and inhaled it again, saying, "I know why you can't bear it, you are thinking about your second uncle." ”

I nodded, my beard exhaled the cigarette, and just as I was about to speak, I choked and coughed.

Damn, what kind of hobby is this? I smiled: "Let's go too, I'll go back and contact my old comrades-in-arms and try to see if I can investigate the company commander, the knife does not leak, maybe the company commander will be a breakthrough." ”

Three days later, we said goodbye to Huzi in Beijing, Leizi and I returned to Yantai, and the Siberian tiger was basically on the right track under the care of the iron sand mouth, and I didn't want to ask more about those things.

Lei Zi is an idle person, I asked Ah Bang to take him to play in Yantai, and I took advantage of the time when no one was disturbing to find a lot of relationships in the army, but they all said that there was no news of the company commander.

It was very difficult to find someone in the army, because the secrecy was done with absolute rigour, so I quickly gave up. I thought of another idea, I relied on my memory, tried to draw the lines on the bronze ball, and sent them to the iron sand mouth and a few old handicaps, and also posted them on the Internet, hoping that someone would know what those lines represented.

Soon, the people from Tieshazui and Handicap wrote back, saying that with their experience, they couldn't see what I was painting, but they persuaded me to take out the painting for auction, hoping to fetch a sky-high price like Jack Ma's graffiti, which made me doubt my painting skills for several days.

There are a lot of heated discussions on the Internet, some say that those are like the lines of the human brain, and some say that they are like the stretch marks of a woman's pregnancy, in short, there is nothing to say, but there is no answer I want, and over time, no one is interested anymore, and the things posted on the Internet quickly sink into the sea, and in the information age, people forget things too quickly.

Until I was about to give up this clue, suddenly one day, someone replied to me with a post named Qiang Jiang Rong, and he asked me where I saw this pattern.

I was stunned, vigilant, and replied very carefully, what? Do you know the meaning of the pattern?

He replied that he knew a little bit and wanted to have an interview, and if it was convenient for him to come to me and ask me to give him a phone number and address.

Damn, there are so many online scammers now, you can save your worries. I replied directly, and after such a long time, I was already a little dead.

Suddenly, he sent me a picture that shook my heart. It was a selfie, and it was a picture of a man's head, bald, with many tattoos on his head, and the lines were intricate, and at first glance, it seemed to be exactly the same as the pattern of a bronze ball. This liar is so willful that in order to deceive me, he actually tattooed the pattern I drew on his scalp!

This is the totem of our people. Jiang Rong, the Qiang man, replied, I am the only one who still carries the totem, and Azu told me that the things on the totem come from hell. I'm sure you saw this pattern deep underground, and if I'm right, are you thinking about meeting me? We are all people who don't believe in the existence of hell, which is why we are curious about it.

To be continued...... Please look forward to the eighth volume of "Tibetan Tracking", "The Lost Sea of Fire".

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