It's noisy.

What happened?

"Han, you go take a look outside......" I reached for the side of the bed with a sleepy hand, trying to let the pillow person take a look outside.

However, there was no one around.

I woke up in an instant and sat up in shock.

Looking out through the crack in the window, the sky outside was cloudy, and the sun had not yet risen. The chickens have not yet crowed, but now they are screaming in the yard. Last night, the little white dog who was sleeping in his arms slipped out of the house and barked in the yard. The mule didn't know what was going on, and from time to time it screamed a few times.

I immediately became alert and got out of bed. He took out a dagger from under the bed and crept to the door of the cabin.

Looking out through the crack in the door, the courtyard was empty. The chicken is tied to a rope and can't fly too far, and the little white dog is catching the chicken and playing. Somehow, the mule broke free from the rope and got entangled in the rope and tripped to the ground.

The salted fish that Senior Brother Xiao had dried with a grate curtain before was knocked over, and more than a dozen salted fish were scattered all over the place.

What a mess......

There are no enemies, just a herd of livestock fighting.

I put the dagger away, pushed the door open, and roared at the chickens, dogs, mules, and dead fish, "Oh my God, what have you all done?!" ”

The hen fluttered her wings, dodging the little white dog's attack: "Cluck-cluck-"

Dog: "Woohoo! ”

Mule: "Ho-"

There was a strange light in the eyes of a salted fish.

I picked up the little white dog and looked into the wooden shed of the small bowl.

The small bowl is not in the wooden shed.

Strange, it's not dawn yet, where have these two gone?

Since they weren't there, I had to clean up alone.

I put the puppy in the house, led the hen back to the cage with chaff, lifted the mule back to the stone mill, and cleaned up the salted fish.

It didn't take long for me to get everything in order, but it was still dawn and they were still nowhere to be found.

Thinking that he had seen Han on the hillside, it was expected that he might be there. I went back to the house, grabbed a sackcloth scarf, and walked up the hill alone.

The cold wind was blowing on the mountain road, and I wrapped my scarf around my neck so that it wouldn't be very cold.

On the top of the mountain, there is a small lake and a lot of rocks, and some mist rises from the lake. I reached out and touched it, and the water was lukewarm.

After walking around the small lake, I didn't find any people or clothes.

It seems that he is not here.

I was about to go back to the wooden house, but when I was leaving, I found traces of fallen grass and trees around a rock. When I think of this phenomenon mentioned in the Art of War, it may be caused by frequent stampede.

Curious, I approached the rocks shrouded in green vines, only to find that the green vines were nothing more than a disguise.

Qingteng turned out to be a small cave.

This place......

Was it arranged by a stranger, or was it arranged by Han?

Thinking that he was very familiar with the cabin and the surrounding terrain, I ventured to guess that this was Han's secret lair. According to his habit of storing things, he found a fire fold near the entrance of the cave.

Blowing up the fire fold, there is a faint light. By this light, walking a few steps into the cave, I found a candlestick nailed to the rock wall.

The candle could be removed, and judging by the traces of the wax oil, it looked like he had come to take it many times.

I held the candle and continued to explore inside.

The entrance to the cave looks narrow, but the cave looks like it has been dug out, allowing two people to walk side by side. After a few steps, I came to the end of the cave.

There is a table made of wooden planks with a pen and ink inkstone on it, and a lot of paper.

There was a stack of paper with Han's handwriting on it.

I took a curious look and discovered a shocking secret.