The moment I recognized the voice. I should have had countless reactions. Doubt, anger, surprise, doubt, fear. Wait a minute. But in fact, my brain went blank.

Hear him here. It was really beyond my expectations. In my thoughts. The stuffy oil bottle is now possible in any square of the world. Not even in this world. But there was absolutely no reason for him to be here.

Truly! How did he end up here? What is he doing here?

Could it be that the person who sent the videotape. Is it really him? He's hiding here?

Still the same as me. What clues did he also follow?

After the brain goes blank. Countless questions came flooding up like cháo water. I couldn't think all of a sudden. At the same time, I had in my mind the image of him entering the bronze door. An impulse suddenly came up. I wanted to grab him right away. Grabbed him by the neck and asked. What the hell is this kid doing?

But the reality was that he was covering my mouth. In the dark. I couldn't moan at all. I can't move. And I could clearly feel that his strength was going on all the time. He had no intention of letting go. But they want to keep me in this way. It made me very uncomfortable. I struggled a little harder. He pressed harder. I was almost out of breath.

That's when I heard it. The wooden door I had just shut. There was a very piercing squeak. Something is topped up.

That thing came out. I took a deep breath. Immediately it fell silent. Hold one's breath. No more struggling. Feel the movement in the darkness with force.

Suddenly. The whole room was extremely quiet. There was no distraction from my own voice. I heard more sounds right away. It was an extremely slight breathing sound. Almost right next to my head.

It's the sound of the stuffy oil bottle's breathing. Fuck he's alive. I saw him walk in the door. I thought he was dead. I went into prison.

The stuffy oil bottle probably sensed my silence. Pressing my hand loosened slightly. But there is still no intention of letting go. It was soon so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.

It's like a plaster. I don't know how long the stalemate lasted. I just heard a very strange "poof" sound. It came from the direction of the door.

After a while. I couldn't hear anything. The hand covering my mouth was completely released. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. A fire fold was lit.

It took me a long time to get used to it. Squint your eyes and look. That familiar face finally appeared clearly in front of me.

The stuffy oil bottle is almost indistinguishable from when he disappeared a few months ago. The only difference is that there is a hawthorn on the face. I was surprised. When I looked closely, I realized that it was not hawthorn. Those are all dust sticking to the face.

My mind was completely frozen. At this time, he looked at him stupidly. I forgot all the questions I had thought about before. There was nothing to say for a while. And he didn't seem to care about me. He just gave me a light look. Didn't ask anything. Cautiously went to the door. And he shone the inside of the door with a fire fold. Then he closed the door.

After closing the door. He stood up directly. Raise the fire and shine it on the ceiling. Start looking for something. My heart is on fire. A few times I wanted to rush out a few words. He stopped them with gestures.

The strength of his movements. Very quickly. Makes me feel like I'm pressed for time. And his behavior made me inexplicable. His gaze followed his firelight all the way.

The light of the fire fold is not very large. But in such darkness. Coupled with his own association, he quickly understood the condition of the house.

The roof of the lower room which I did not pay attention to when I entered. When I looked up, I saw that it was full of pipes. It's the same as garages now. These pipes are coated with a whitish layer of paint. You can tell that it has been renovated several times. There is still old lacquer in the lacquer. The roof is white-brushed. The grout on the outside of the brick has almost peeled off. Sections of brick surfaces were exposed. Looks like. The forbidden woman is crawling along this thing.

But. How could there be such a thing here. What the hell is this singing?

The stuffy bottle looked around. Look very carefully. But the action is fast. Halfway through, the fire was extinguished. He quickly lit another one. There really is nothing to do with it. Then he came back to me.

"Didn't come out." He looked at the door and whispered.

All my questions almost exploded out of my mouth. However, what I didn't expect was this. He turned his head to look at me. I made a gesture as quietly as I could. Then he asked lightly, "What are you doing here?" ”

All of a sudden, my brain was congested. I immediately wanted to jump up and strangle him. The heart says your grandfather's turtle hair mallet. You ask me. I haven't asked you yet! Did I want to come on my own? If it weren't for those tapes. Lao Tzu won't come here if he is killed!

I gritted my teeth and wanted to be rough. But look at his face. I can't be as open as I am with fat people. This foul language can't be exploded. It almost hurt me. I gritted my teeth and endured it for a long time. He replied, "It's a long story." You...... How is it here? What the hell is this recipe? You, you, you...... At that time. Didn't you go through that door? What the fuck is going on here? ”

These are really hard questions to ask. My mind was a mess. I don't know how to put these problems straight.

"It's a long story." The stuffy oil bottle didn't know if it didn't want to answer at all. Or escape. When I ask questions. His attention was drawn to the massive sarcophagus. I took a look. Indeed, the lid of the sarcophagus coffin was pushed open. A large gap is exposed. But it was pitch black inside. Don't know what's there.

I'm most afraid of him like this. Remember all the previous key issues. I just have to ask. He's pretty much like that. I'll want to ask again right away. But my mouth didn't open yet. The stuffy bottle waved his hand at me. And told me not to speak. He looked into the coffin.

It's all too familiar to me. Not known about what happened though. I immediately shut my mouth in reverse. Leaned over and looked inside the coffin. Because the stuffy oil bottle stretched out the fire fold. I saw it inside. The coffin was empty. I saw the bottom of a sarcophagus clean. It seems that nothing has been spared. And what's strange is that. The bottom of the coffin. There was a hole.

I'm curious. And it was heard from that hole. There was some slight sound. Listen carefully. I can't hear what it is. Just waited for a while. Suddenly, a hand came out of the hole. A man crawled out of the narrow hole like a loach. Then one turned over and rolled out of the gap in the coffin lid. It fell lightly in front of us.

I was taken aback. I saw that after the man fell. I wiped the cold sweat from my head. Glancing at the stuffy oil bottle. Then he raised what he was holding. Whispered: "Get it." ”

The latter seems to be waiting for this time. A slap on the wrist at me. Whispered, "Let's go!" ”

I followed them. Stand on tiptoe carefully. Tiptoeing down the same road. However, it has only stepped into two or three classes. I heard the door in the hallway behind me creak open.

The man in front of him cursed. Start running. I immediately followed. Run wild. Rushed out with a roll. Rushed all the way back to the yard and climbed over the fence. We breathed a sigh of relief.

I was tired and out of breath. But those two people didn't mean to stop at all. After turning it out. And he ran out. They didn't even care about me. I said to myself that I can't let you run away this time. Hurriedly chased after him.

It's a lifeless run again. Ran all the way out of the old town. Suddenly, an Iveco burst out of the darkness. The doors opened immediately. The two men rushed over and jumped on it. The car wasn't going to wait for me at all. The doors are about to close. I don't know who blocked it. I barely jumped on it.

Out of breath. It was a dark day. I got in the car and I was paralyzed. There I closed my eyes and took several breaths. only to be relieved.

Immediately I looked around. It's silly to look at. The car was full of people. And they all looked at me with a smiling expression. And the most unexpected thing is that. I know a lot of people. I saw a few particularly familiar faces at a glance.

Sky. It was all the team of A-Ning who survived from the Heavenly Palace. This group of Chinese and foreign people. We have been together together for a long time in Jilin.

See my surprised expression. A few of those who were particularly familiar with me laughed. A Caucasian man said to me in broken Chinese: "Super Wu (the nickname Suerwu gave me). There is a fate to meet thousands of miles away. And then. I saw Aning's head poking out from behind a chair. He looked at me in amazement. I looked at the stuffy oil bottle. I looked at the man who had just crawled out of the sarcophagus. It was a strange young man with sunglasses. Neither of them was breathless. They all looked at me. Suddenly I felt like a mess. He asked them, "You donkeys." Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? ”

A-Ning said, "I should ask you about this, right?" How did you get inside the lower room? ”

Iveco galloped all the way. Drove directly out of the city of Golmud. Rushed into the Gobi at once. And I was in the car. It was dark outside the window. Nothing is known about this.

Along. I had a long chat with Anin. Talked about both sides.

Originally. Aning also found the address and key in the videotape. Apparently Wen Jin's notes are written in the "three people". One turned out to be her. After she discovered the secret. Immediately, it was divided into two areas. On the one hand, it is a place for people to come here to find it. On the one hand, he personally came to Hangzhou to test me. She wanted to know if I knew anything about the tape.

However. What she didn't expect was. I actually received such a strap as well. And after she came to me. I set off for Golmud as fast as I could. They even found the haunted building almost at the same time as them.

(It's also a shame that my action this time is really fast and jīng.) No hesitation. Otherwise. I'm sure I won't be able to see that notebook. I'm scared just thinking about it. But at the same time, I'm kind of happy. Touched the notes in my pocket. This is the first time I've achieved such a big result in my own solo activity. It seems that what Grandpa said is right. It's really good to take the initiative to do things. ）

Afterwards. I asked Aning again what was going on with the stuffy oil bottle. How could they be together.

A-Ning smiled and said, "What? Your third uncle invited you. We can't afford it? These two are clearly priced. Right now. They are our advisors. ”

He grinned as he said the dark glasses. He waved his hand at me.

"Advisor?" When I think of consultants, I think of fat people. The heart said that A-Ning had learned to be obedient this time. Please, a reliable one. However, the stuffy oil bottle turned out to be A-Ning's advisor. It feels weird. I felt a little betrayed.

At this time. The Caucasian on one side said: "Don't listen to her nonsense. These two are now our partners. It was directly delegated by our boss. Ning is just a deputy. Now the main actions are in charge of them. We are only responsible for intelligence and response. It's safer. The boss said. In the future, professional things will be done by professionals. ”

This should be that there are too many people dying in Genting. I remember what it was. He asked, "So what's going on with this whole thing?" The content of the videotape. There is also the forbidden woman inside. Do you have eyebrows?"

The men all shook their heads. And all eyes are on stuffy oil bottles and dark glasses. Aning glared at them. Then he glanced at me. "We don't know the specifics. It should be about the same as you know. We're doing what they say we're doing. These two friends had a hard time communicating. ”

After listening to this. I turned to the stuffy oil bottle. At this point, I can't hold it anymore. I'll have to ask him about it. Let him tell me what the hell is going on.

But. Not before I'm ready. Suddenly there was a movement in the car. The Tibetan driver shouted. Everyone began to take their luggage.

Then the car slowly stopped. The door slammed open. A ray of morning sunlight could already be seen outside the door. A cold wind from the Gobi Desert blew in.

I squeezed out of the car. Then I saw a scene that stunned me. More than a dozen Landrovrs lined up and parked on the Gobi. A lot of supplies are piled up on it. Bonfires one after the other. The eyes are full of people in trench coats. There are also many people lying in sleeping bags. On one side stands a huge satellite dish and a gas lamp for lighting.

It turned out to be a gathering of self-driving car friends. But if you look closely, you'll see that it's wrong. All the cars here are painted in uniform. The doors all have a swirling softened softened staghorn coral logo on them. At first glance, you can see that it is the industry of Aning Company.

See us down. A lot of people gathered around. A-Ning didn't know what to say to them. A lot of people cheered.

I was horrified by this scene. I grabbed the Caucasian who was high-fived and celebrated. Ask him what he is for?

The Caucasians patted me: "Friend. We're going to Talmuda. ”