Looking back, I seem to have understood that the Huang Yuhu mentioned in the diary should be my grandfather, this is not just their name, the most important thing is that Huang Yuhu in the diary participated in a strange action or plan, and there is not even a trace of the plan in it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoFrom this point of view, Huang Yulong, who wrote a diary, was deliberately concealing it in many places to avoid the vital point.

If grandpa is the Huang Yuhu in the diary, then everything is obviously right, his own mystery, he won't let me touch his things, that grotesque ancient book, the unexplained disappearance of my parents, and his death, and even I was involved in this whirlpool, all of this can be said, it's just that I don't know all the truth.

When I recalled these things, my head was aching faintly, and when I connected these things and was trying to figure out a little clue, I suddenly "buzzed", like being struck by lightning, my head was in sharp pain, and my body was followed by a convulsion, and I almost fell off the vine.

I tried my best to put all the doubts in my mind away, and only then did I ease down a little, and unconsciously touched my head, and touched the scar of the gun, which was the initiator and culprit of my headache. My hands trembled as I remembered the sudden gunshot, and I still shudder.

The four men hadn't actually left, they had been in the village all the time, in other words, their real target was me, and as soon as I opened the door, and before I had stepped out of the threshold on my toes, a bullet came at me with a popping sound, and I had lost all consciousness without even feeling a trace of pain.

When I woke up, I was already lying in the hospital, and it was Uncle Li who found me and sent me to the hospital in time.

My head suddenly exploded like a pain again, what's wrong with me, the gun scar wasn't left during a mission, how could it be? How could it be that time when I came home? At this moment, another image came to mind:

In the corridor, my comrades and I hurriedly ran forward with guns, and suddenly a figure flashed around the corner, holding a gun and pointing at us, it came so suddenly that I even saw countless bullets swept over like a storm, and then I didn't know anything.

I was lying on top of the vines, my face covered with beads of sweat, and my breath was a little short. I don't know which is a fantasy and which is the real memory, as if everything was disrupted, and apparently, my memory, for a while, fell into a state of confusion.

My thoughts flew to the later events, the blank paper in the sarcophagus, He Shuxiang's painstaking alarm, Qi Xue's appearance, until I met Xiao Ling and boarded the thief ship. It seems to be logical, but a fool can imagine that this series of things was deliberately arranged by someone, deliberately set me up, and dragged me into the water, as for why I was dragged into the water, maybe it could only be related to my grandfather's death.

But what happened next made me even more puzzled, the attack of the Red Heads; The cooperative Sakura Society suddenly turned against him and killed Huang Mao; Li Bread, He Shuxiang and others defected and split Zhanlong; Pan Kidnapper said that the third master was fake; There is also Qi Xue and the scar face of the oblique cross that appeared in the middle of the road. Perhaps, no one wants the other party to get the so-called crystal skulls.

At this time, I thought of the ancient painting that Pan Guizi gave me and the blank paper that I took out of the sarcophagus, so I took them out one after another. There is nothing to look at on the blank paper, and even if there is any cattiness, with my qualifications, I am afraid I can't find anything.

I spread out the ancient painting, nothing has changed in it, the pavilion is the original pavilion, the bamboo is the original bamboo, the peony is the original peony, the woman is still the original woman, nothing has changed, of course it is impossible to change anything. I stared at the ancient painting for a long time, and didn't see any clues, so I rolled up the ancient painting and the white paper together, and was about to put it away, when I suddenly found that the overlap between the white paper and the ancient painting had changed, and there were many lines of different thicknesses intertwined with each other.

I hurriedly put away the white paper of the ancient painting, looked up, and saw Qi Xue and Mengzi coming down one after the other.

"How did you guys get down?" I tried to pretend to be surprised.

"Pan Ye is worried that you are in danger, so let's come down to find you." Qi Xue said.

I didn't care much about Qi Xue's words, and I sneered in my heart, I'm afraid you won't get what you want if I die. Although they saved me more than once, I didn't have the slightest gratitude to them and even took it all for granted.

As I spoke, both of them came to my side, and Mengzi patted me on the shoulder, smiled, and said, "Everyone is a brother, and brothers should help each other." "In a trance, I noticed that there was an imperceptible meaning in Mengzi's eyes, such a look that I had never seen in other people's eyes.

"Since you're fine, let's go up to them and join them, they're still waiting for you." Qi Xue urged.

Without thinking, I blurted out: "They can wait if they want, I don't want to follow them." Then, staring at Qi Xue's eyes, he slowed down his tone, "If you want to go back, you can go back by yourself!" ”