Back at the old lady's house, she hadn't returned from shopping. I guess I went to the door, and I was about to go to the attic, but I didn't expect to faintly hear a voice in the basement, and I whispered: "Mrs. Landlady?" ”

The old lady was very sensitive to voices, and when I first came out, she would ask me curiously what I had said on the phone, and learn a few words of Chinese decently, although she didn't understand the meaning. Therefore, it is easy to communicate with the landlady, and I can hear it clearly when I speak softly.

I shouted in my usual voice, but I didn't hear the landlady's voice, but the voice in the basement was a little softer.

"The landlady?" I called again, and the voice below was softer, and now I was suspicious. Could it be that there is a thief in the house? In the United States, especially in Texas, the owner of a thief can shoot if he breaks into the door and is discovered, and even if you shoot the thief to death, the judge will not necessarily find you guilty. Therefore, thieves in Texas are very careful, and they generally look for opportunities to escape after being discovered. Generally speaking, the garage is a man's paradise, with all kinds of mechanized appliances in it, and those who like to train late can even convert the garage into a small repair garage. The basement is a place to store miscellaneous items, and I have been to the landlady's house for a while, but I have never entered the basement, because the basement is usually locked.

When I found out that the source of the strange sound was in the basement, I wondered why I went to the basement because I don't usually put valuables in the basement, and the thief should know this.

I walked to the staircase leading to the basement and looked down, and sure enough, the door to the basement had been pried open, and the broken lock was still thrown on the ground haphazardly, and the door was open, with a glimmer of light but surprisingly quiet. Perhaps the thief who infiltrated me also spotted me, so he deliberately didn't make a sound.

I lifted my foot and walked towards the gate, but at that moment a hammer slammed down on my head from behind me. The person wielding the hammer obviously wanted to hit me by surprise, if it were an ordinary person, he would have been hit, but unfortunately he met me today. The hand holding the hammer was halfway through when suddenly my right hand grabbed my wrist, and then I turned around and grabbed him by the neck with my left hand.

"Ah...... Ah......" The person who was grabbed by the neck could not make a sound, but could only scream. As soon as I looked at this person's face, I felt a little familiar, and when I thought about it again, wasn't this one of the three people I had met during the day who was watching the old lady's house? It seems that he really met a thief, and he came to step on it during the day and came in to steal things while there was no one at home.

I grabbed the man with my back to the basement, and at this moment a man rushed out of the shouting, one of the three I saw during the day. A large iron plate hand rushed behind my back and tried to knock me on the head. At this time, I let out my strength, and the person fell to the ground and rolled back into the basement.

After seeing this scene, the thief in front of me looked even more ugly, and kept trying to break free of my hand, don't look at my thin and weak appearance, but there is a hole in my hand to run, if I really want to compete with strength, I am really not afraid of the man in front of me. As a result, I struggled for a long time, but instead of breaking my hand, I was tired enough. Then, I was tied to the handrail of the stairs. Turning his head to look at the basement again, the man still didn't move, and he probably fainted.

There were three people in the daytime, but now there were only two in front of me, and I looked out the window and saw a black sedan parked on the side of the road. Although the window glass is not visible clearly with film, the smoke wafting from the gap in the open window can tell that someone is smoking inside.

The driver was sitting in it smoking, and opened a slit to let the smoke out. At this time, I heard the sound of someone knocking on the window, and I thought that my own person had succeeded, so I unlocked the car. Sensing someone sitting in, he asked, "Where's the thing?" ”

"What's that?" I asked, already in the back seat.

"Idiot? What about the relics? Did you get it? The driver said the word "holy relic", although my English is not particularly good, but I can still understand it.

"Holy relics? What holy relics? I asked curiously.

"Are you an idiot? How many more times do I need to repeat this? How has your voice changed? Why did the accent become so strange? As he spoke, he looked back, and the man's face changed for a moment, for he was not seeing his own gang members, but my face.

"Hello." I smiled, and before he could react, I punched him.

A moment later, at the old lady's house, three thieves who had broken through the door were tied to the handrail of the stairs, and at the same time looked at me with frightened eyes, not because I had been blinded, but because I now had the pistol from the driver in front of me.

"Three, it's not the first time we've met. I didn't expect you to be thieves, can you tell me what you want to steal? I asked.

"Let us go!" The fiercest of the three is the driver, judging from the tone and attitude of the voice, this guy is probably the leader of this group. I raised my gun and walked over, the three of them subconsciously shrank back, I stared at the driver and said, "You mentioned the word holy relic before, can you tell me?" What is the holy thing in your mouth? ”

"I'm not going to tell you, let me go of the bastard! Otherwise, I'll give you a good look, let me go! The driver shouted at the top of his voice, I didn't shoot, the neighbors around me would definitely hear the gunshot, but it didn't have to be a pistol to make a person suffer. Reaching out to the driver's knee, a golden light shot through his kneecap, and the painful guy roared heartbreakingly.

"Ah, bastard, damn madman! Ah...... "I was caught stealing something from them, but I became a madman and a bastard.

"Now, if any of the three of you can tell me what the relics are, I'll consider letting him go. I'll count down to three seconds, and if you don't say anything, don't blame me for being rude. After saying that, I began to count down, and the driver's bones were quite hard, but the other two couldn't bear it, and they lost after a few countdowns.

"I said, I'll tell you, you let us go!" The two of them could be said to be the first to shout.

"Say it." I said, waving my pistol.

"Don't tell him, do you want to die? Your souls will have no resting place, you will never be able to enter heaven, and you will suffer in hell for thousands of years, that is endless suffering, are you crazy? The driver scolded, and his words did not seem to be as simple as an ordinary thief, but seemed to be more like a believer of a certain religion.

"We don't want to die yet. Relic ...... The relics were once stolen and belonged to our Sect Master...... No, it is a seed that belongs to God, which contains wisdom and the power of life. ”

"Seeds? Master? Oh, God? What religion are you? I asked curiously.

"We are Resurrection Day believers." At this point, it was revealed that the three people I had captured were Resurrection Day followers.

"Our Sect Master had a gift from God, which was the seed of the Tree of Wisdom in the Garden of Eden, which contained all the wisdom and life force of the world. But later, such a priceless treasure, the Holy Seed was stolen by a disciple trusted by the sect leader, and the sect leader let all the disciples pursue it for many years, and finally the three of us found out the whereabouts of the original escaped disciple. Another hurriedly added.

"Escaped cultists? So what are you doing here? Could it be ......" I finally reacted, and just then the door of the house opened, and the old lady stood at the gate with a bag of freshly bought food and looked at us.

"That's her!" One of the people who was tied up shouted loudly when he saw the old lady, "She is the one who fled in the first place, and she is the one who stole the holy relics of our sect master." ”

The old lady and I looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the house instantly dropped to freezing.