Chapter 1: The tip of the iceberg

I was going to write another introduction like the first two stories, so that everyone who sees the story after that knows how it happened next. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info sit in front of the computer and recall it a little, as if there is no need to explain what happened. Because after the previous story, the three of us have arrived in a small town on the border between China and Mongolia. We waited there for He Tao to bring over the equipment we needed next. While waiting, we met several Tufuzi of the Northern Sect, and after following them, we found that they didn't know what the reason for their roommate was, and they needed to go down to a tomb that was said to be particularly dangerous. But just to be on the safe side, the fat man stopped me and didn't let me go down. The reason is that the tomb that those people are going to go down has nothing to do with us, and we don't need to take risks.

And when we got back into town again, we set a trap and managed to capture one of the second group sent by an uncle to spy on me. This sentence may be a bit winding, but what I can be sure of is that there is no language problem in this sentence, and the general meaning can be understood. We got something out of that man's mouth. Of course, it was said that the word "set" was used, but in fact, it was the fat man who used some means before he was willing to say it. And from the information that this person knows from his mouth, we learn that the uncle has also arrived here. However, since I couldn't determine the exact location of the ancient tomb, I had to pin my hopes on me. Trying to stop me before I find a place and go down to the grave, a praying mantis catches cicadas.

I think the uncle just remembered the words praying mantis and catching cicadas, and forgot that there was a yellow finch behind him. Actually, I don't think there will be any yellow finches behind us. But in fact, the day before we went to the grave, the uncle had already been cleaned up by one person or a group of people. And the uncle was also caught and tied up, and then left at the door of our hostel in the middle of the night.

Uncle killed Sister Qing when they were in the tomb of the Queen Mother of the West, and they killed them in an extremely shameful way. So when I saw the uncle tied up and still at the door, the fat man who was still joking with us a second ago had an expression on his face that froze almost instantly.

The fat man looked back at me and motioned for me to come and see for myself. But before I could get up and go over, the fat man grabbed the uncle's clothes with one hand and dragged him in directly.

I can almost think of what the fat man is going to do next. But the person in front of me is my uncle after all, and we are still a close family by blood. There's no way I'm going to just watch the fat man do it right in front of my eyes. So I chose to avoid.

The fat man didn't let me go away, but stopped me.

"There's something to say now." The fat man looked at the uncle. "A man is about to die, but his words are good. It's better to let your nephew know something before you die than if you take it down there. The fat man said.

When the fat man said this, I knew that the uncle must die. It's just that if you tell what you know, the dead may be a little happier and more at ease. Otherwise, according to the tone of the fat man's speech, he may inevitably be tortured.

Uncle looked up at me and suddenly grinned. That kind of unpredictable preface made me feel stunned for a while.

"There's no way you're going to get anything out of my mouth." Uncle said suddenly.

As soon as these words came out, I was immediately stunned. Immediately, the fat man and Lan also frowned slightly.

This voice is not the uncle's original voice.

I turned my head to look at the fat man, and saw that the fat man was also looking at me. Looks like I wanted to go with him.

"Who are you?" I took a step forward and stood in front of him, asking in what I thought was the most threatening tone.

Lan once told me that a person needs to speak with a strong sense of control. The best way to do that is to put the interrogative sentence into the feeling of the declarative sentence.

The man in front of me raised his head and smiled at me again: "No need to ask. Even if you kill me, I won't be able to say it. ”

"You're pretty tough." The fat man's face sank, and he was ready to use means when he came up.

"It's useless to use means." The man had a very miserable expression, but the corners of his mouth still had that sinister smile. "If you catch me, even if you don't kill me, I will definitely die when I go back. It's useless, give up. ”

The fat man rushed up and kicked him away. The man snorted and rolled out of the way, then slammed into the wall and stopped. And this huge movement also shocked the owner of the hostel.

Here we need to talk about the owner of this hostel. The owner is a woman. Don't look at her as a woman, no one dares to open a hostel to pick up customers on this kind of border. The hostess saw where we were coming from the first time we moved in. So this time when I heard the voice, I came out and only looked at the person lying on the ground. Then he shook his head at the fat man: "I said, you young people are energetic. The old lady only cleaned up the blood stains in one place a few days ago, why is there another one now? ”

The fat man's face softened a little after seeing the proprietress himself, but he still had a calm face.

The proprietress saw that the fat man's face was wrong, looked at me with interest, and asked me what was going on with her eyes.

I shrugged, walked over to the fat man, pulled out a half-pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tossed it to the hostess.

"We'll do it this time." I say.

The proprietress took the cigarette and put it under her nose and sniffed it.

"Smoke yourself." The fat man said.

The hostess put away the cigarette, then turned around and went back to the room to get a bottle of dish soap and threw it to me. "Hey, wait for that little thing to get rid of the smell, it's all blood, how will I do business tomorrow."

I nodded. The heart said that this proprietress is really bold. The man of this set of horse poles is mighty and majestic, and the wife of the man with the horse pole is also a comparison of cattle.

The proprietress said a few more words, meaning that we should do it lightly, or we will take something and plug our mouths. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had to sleep all night. Finally, when I returned to the room, I reminded us that if we were going to use a towel to gag the floor, we would use the toilet to wipe the floor, and don't take a new one.

There was a big tud, and when the man was back in the room, the fat man and I looked back at the man lying on the floor.

"Can't you fucking be lighter?" I looked at the fat man. "Last time you knocked out all that man's teeth, and you couldn't hear what he said. Don't have a long memory this time? ”

The fat man walked up to the man with a calm face, grabbed his hair and lifted it up. Then he dragged it back to the middle of the living room and threw it down.

"Even if you kill me, I won't say it." The man continued to laugh. Blood trickled down from the corners of his mouth, dripping across his chin and onto the ground.

"What you know is just the tip of the iceberg of all the plans." The man said.

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that he was talking about "you" and not "you". In other words, the objects of this sentence include fat people, and even Lan.

All the plans? Tip of the iceberg? Damn, I don't know. What else is there that Lan and the fat man don't know either? (To be continued.) )