When the curtains are closed, the whole room is darkened. The blue light emitted by the "Yang Sui Zhu" makes this room where it is impossible to distinguish between day and night even more treacherous.

The fat man's face was reflected in this pure blue light, and he said these words that made me change my mind. The faint blue light illuminated the outline of his fat face very clearly, and the mysterious tone of his voice made him look quite a bit of a worldly master.

I nodded in agreement to his words; He was right, although in the past few days, I have encountered many events and landscapes that are difficult to explain scientifically, but I am still stuck in the original ideas that have accompanied me for more than ten years. As a result, when I look at and analyze problems, I unconsciously mix this kind of thinking into my subjective judgment.

"Xiao Su, you have a good memory, what happened when we left?"

The fat man continued to ask after opening up my different thoughts.

"What happened?" I asked rhetorically.

Suddenly, I immediately thought of why he was asking.

"Vanishing passage entrance!"

We blurted out almost in unison.

"By the way, in addition to that, when I was pulled up by those "big brothers" to the crack at the top of the dungeon to the real world, I glanced at the location where we found the crack. It was empty! ”

The fat man looked at the blue beads on the coffee table and said.

My mind ached, after I was pulled up to the crack at the top of the dungeon by the people in Sister Ning's team, due to prostration, I didn't notice the crack hidden in the long grass at all.

The same crack is not the same cliff landscape, I saw the fat man on the other side but I didn't see it, the cliff tomb in my eyes, the entrance to the disappearing dungeon, and the missing cracks......

All of this confirms the fat man's conjecture that this crack, or rather the entrance to the dungeon, is moving!

And not only moving, at different nodes, there will be different crack landscapes. For example, the flowers and cliffs I saw that made me hallucinate, and the bare cliffs that the fat man saw.

"Xiao Su, can you give me a general description of your Su family?"

The fat man interrupted my thoughts and asked. Actually, our conversation was very coherent and all my thinking was done in a very short time. Because the connection between them is so tight, it doesn't take me too much effort to find the similarities and differences between them.

The small dark house, the well-dressed man, the quarrel between the two brothers, the loud slap, the father with the head and body separated, the appearance of Aunt Ming......

These words, which used to be in my world alone, are now shared in my world. Years later, I reflected on it. My heart is full of sighs. If there was no fat man, there would be no face-to-face long talk and discussion. I think these words, and the picture they make, will be buried in my world forever, never to see the light of day again.

Or to put it another way, if it weren't for the fat man, I would have fallen into a state of severe depression. Of course, in this state of severe depression, I still will not stop exploring, but I am just a person, resisting all the heavy experiences on my body and moving forward with a heavy burden.

And when I finished talking about this experience, I felt so relaxed, as if I had been carrying a lot of heavy things on my back, and suddenly someone had shared a lot of these things for me. I think that this person who shares the heavy burden for me is the big fat man in front of me, shrouded in the blue light of the "Yang Suizhu", and falling into thought!

After a short while, he spoke:

"There should be a mysterious organization on our opposite, and your second uncle and your father, including Aunt Ming, are struggling to fight against each other. Their practices and purposes may be largely to protect you"

In a word.

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On the G1502 train from Guilin to Hangzhou, I sat by the window, and the fat man sat in front of me.

It was the tourist season, and we barely managed to find two high-speed rail tickets, but fortunately, the location of the two tickets was not too far away.

Hangzhou is the place where the fat man has lived for more than 30 years.

At the Shangri-La Hotel in Guilin, we spent a day and two nights. Aside from spending almost the whole day discussing and analysing our experiences over the rest of the day, the rest of the day was a relaxing one.

Bathing, sauna, massage, tea, drinking......

This series of recreational activities I have never tried before. Maybe it's the sense of relief that I've buried in my heart and suppressed all the unpleasant experiences I've had for more than ten years, or rather, it's the fact that there is a fat man with a big heart who can make me believe in it, and I share the pain of my past with me, so that I can experience these projects in a relaxed and relaxed way.

For the landscape of Guilin, I am as interested in the landscape as a fat man. When it comes to strange scenes, I don't think there's anything different than the dungeon we've been to.

The reason for the trip to Hangzhou is the same as the feeling of accepting the arrangement of the second uncle to go to Beijing to study archaeology two years ago. For all I know, after my father's death, only the neatly dressed man I had never been in close contact with, my second uncle.

I'm still alone, and any corner of the world can be my place.

As we walked, I kept hearing the fat man's introduction and the sound of him eating. At this time, the fat man turned into a tour guide and introduced me to his hometown where he had lived for more than 30 years.

Actually, I didn't listen much to his chatter. It wasn't until he snored that I was still thinking back to the past few years.

After he fell asleep, I could feel the soothing expression of the girl dressed as a student sitting next to me, apparently the fat man's poor mouth pattern made her unbearable, and in view of the momentum of the fat man's speech, I was embarrassed to stop it. But when the fat man's snoring sounded, the girl just took a long breath of relief, and immediately turned into a sigh, and forcefully stuffed the earphones that had been worn deep into her ears again.

It's not that I don't want to help with the girl's troubles, it's just that I understand the fat man's character, even if I speak out to control him for a while, but soon he can't help but continue. In this regard, I could only shake my head helplessly, embarrassed to avoid eye contact with the girl.

I really envy the fat man's big heart, or no heart.

Finally, after nearly nine hours of driving, we arrived at Hangzhou East Railway Station.

The moment I woke up the fat man who was snoring vigorously to get up, the girl next to me finally relaxed completely. As I was leaving, I nodded apologetically to her, and she politely responded with an awkward smile at my kindness.

"Xiao Su, how is it? This is my big Hangzhou! ”

The moment we got off the train and walked out of the station, the fat man pointed to the square in front of the station, turned his head and said to me proudly.

The scene in front of him is indeed as the fat man said, full of bushes and flowers, pedestrians coming and going, the man is the appearance of a talented man in Jiangnan, and the woman is a gentle and beautiful woman. The heroism of the northerners in which I live is two completely different styles.

Before I could take a good feel for the comfortable air of this city, a greeting came from my ear: "Master Zhang, it's time for you!" ”

A young man who was no older than the fat man, dressed in casual clothes, walked towards the place where the fat man and I were standing with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Gao, are you in a hurry?"

The fat man also took a few steps in the direction where the young man called Xiao Gao came and said to him.

"Where, as long as you say hello, I'll be fine as long as I wait."

Xiao Gao, who came to the front, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and was about to take the package in the fat man's hand. Seeing that the fat man didn't mean anything to him, he retracted his hand with interest and changed it to scratch his head.

Obviously, this fat man's name is Xiao Gao's young man, and he is the guy he called on the phone when the fat man was about to leave. And judging by the way he shrunk his hand and scratched his head, he was a clever fellow.

On the edge of the West Lake, at the foot of Wushan Mountain, in a conspicuous position on the first floor of the famous Wushan Antique City, a decoration store that looks quite modern from the outside appeared in front of my eyes. The name of the store is "Maitreya Antiques", which is very similar to the fat man's figure.

I walked side by side with the fat man in front, and Xiao Gao walked respectfully behind us.

Although the antique city looks a little deserted, it is not like the malls that sell other things. But for similar goods such as antiques, calligraphy and paintings, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as not opening for three years and eating for three years. Because their value is incalculable, and a single item can fetch a sky-high price at auction.

The fat man introduced me that this shop was only taken down by him in recent years. In the past, he only had a small store, and only after he had a certain amount of money did he move here. That's why he's been running out of money lately.

And after having this shop, the fat man hardly spent much time in the store. It has always been a run all over the country, in order to find better things to strengthen the store.

Therefore, all these years of care have been carried out by his buddy Kotaka alone. From a small high level of conversation and cleverness, you can see the authenticity of the fat man's selection.

"How about Xiao Su, my brother's family background is okay, right?"

Walking into the store, the fat man casually picked up a jade bottle and stroked it carefully.

"Not bad!"

I replied.

I don't know much about high-end things like antiques, but judging from the variety of furnishings and the overall layout of the store, it is really good.

And the antique shop in my impression is only the appearance of Aunt Ming's "quiet residence" two years ago. Compared with the fat man's Maitreya antiques in front of me, it is like the difference between the delicate scholarly atmosphere of the southerners and the heroic and hearty of the northerners that I just saw when I got off the train.

"By the way, Xiao Gao, how are the master and Yiyi doing lately? Have you ever been to the Antique City? ”

The fat man put down the bottle he was playing with, looked up and asked Xiao Gao beside him.

"Master Zhang, I didn't tell you just now, during the half year that you left. Master Liu has never been here, but Yiyi has come many times, saying that he has something to discuss with you. ”

Xiao Gao said with a solemn expression.