Feng Xiaomin sat in the car for a long time, and his thoughts became clearer and clearer. This operation is indeed strange. What kind of conspiracy is hidden here?

Feng Xiaomin carefully analyzed:

First, I have long known that Ning Baolan's mother has antiques at home, which are priceless. In order to get the antiques, the two robbers killed a person on the spot, and caused Ning's mother to die of a cerebral hemorrhage on the way to kidnapping, but they did not get the antiques. This shows that the antiques must still be hidden somewhere, and even Ning Baolan doesn't know. It must be true that the Psychic Sect wants to get these antiques. Now that we have this opportunity, how can we not take action!

Second, Jiang Ruhui and Leng Ran are both masters, and they are not much higher than my Feng Xiaomin's ability. They didn't act on their own, but they asked me to act instead, which shows that there are two considerations here: one is that they are afraid of being exposed, so they use me as a scapegoat, and once they find out where the antiques are hidden, they will do it again: according to their strength, it is as easy as a palm to snatch things from me. The second is to make me Feng Xiaomin fall deeper into sin, and I can't extricate myself. In this way, I, Feng Xiaomin, have become a plaything in their hands, and I can deal with it as I like.

Third, the rough-throated man was probably the remnant of the original gang of bandits, not in the same group as Jiang Ruhui and the others, and he had important items left over from the robbery at that time, which might provide clues for finding antiques. Of course, Ning Baolan had to participate personally to find the clues of antiques from the items.

After the analysis, Feng Xiaomin came up with momentum: Damn! Isn't this also an opportunity for me? If I can find an antique, I can pick it up.

But then he shook his head: No, this is not good, this is Teacher Ning's antique, if I get my hands dirty, the master will scold me to death, and they will look down on me in Liulin. I can't interfere with this kind of dirty thing. But I can help find, explore in the cracks.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaomin let out a long sigh, not knowing whether it was for the antique or for his current thoughts. This is a bit holy, but Feng Xiaomin knows that he is not holy.

Everything was thought of, and half a day had passed, and no information had been sent. Is that rough-throated guy asleep and has no time to talk to me for a while, or is he testing my patience? Damn it! It seems that Lao Tzu can only be wronged.

He drove into the parking lot of the reservoir, carried a small bag containing his mobile phone and other items, and got out of the car. He got back on the road and walked slowly. There were a lot of cars on this road, and many drivers and passengers with open windows seemed to look at him strangely. He ignored it and walked proudly alone. After walking for about an hour, it was already about four o'clock in the afternoon, and his mobile phone came again with a text message: "Intersection ahead, a small road on the left." Please go inside. Feng Xiaomin was surprised that this hateful guy actually used the word "please".

At the intersection, there are a lot of cars, coming and going. Feng Xiaomin really found a path heading north, and both sides of the path were full of trees. He walked inside, and after walking for a while, his body was blocked by the trees. The trail was winding and winding, leading to a small barren slope with no people and no buildings or anything like that. The trees are getting taller and deeper. He was expecting a text message from the guy, but he didn't. He stopped, and suddenly felt footsteps behind him. He didn't look back, he jumped smartly, only to feel a very fragrant smell in his nose. He was dizzy and fell to the ground.

When Feng Xiaomin woke up, she found her lying in a room, and the light was shining brightly on her. He vaguely felt that the bed was very broken, the bedding was also very torn, and it emitted a bad smell. He sat up slowly, and when he was fully awake, he saw that the room was small, almost nothing, the walls were mottled and peeling, the doors and windows on all sides were tightly closed, and the iron plate was nailed to death, and it was impossible to see outside. If it weren't for the lights, the house would be in darkness.

He looked at his body, his clothes were all on his body, and his feet were still wearing shoes, apparently unharmed. There was a wooden chair next to the bed, and his bag was on it. I pulled over the bag and looked at it, and everything was inside.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong: his body was soft, he couldn't lift his strength, and his neck was a little weak. Later, I touched it with my hand and figured out that his neck was covered with something. He took out a small mirror from his bag, looked carefully through the light, and wore a necklace around his neck, thin and shiny, with a round pendant in front of it, as if it were of white steel. He pulled the necklace, but he couldn't. His fingers groped along the necklace's thread, but couldn't find the knot.

"What is this, and why did you put a necklace on me?"

He shouted loudly, tugging at the necklace as he shouted. He still wanted to jump to the ground, but his body was weak, lazy, heavy, and couldn't move. He made a fuss for a long time, but no one answered. He knew in his heart that this chain might be what monitored him.

He finally climbed out of bed, the chair in his hand, and slowly came to the door. He pushed the door with mortal strength, but it didn't move. He knocked on the door, and the voice was loud: "What about people?" Come on, people, why did you wear a necklace for me? ”

The door opened, and it was a sixty-year-old man carrying a bulging plastic bag. He glared at Feng Xiaomin with his eyes, very angry, and said in a rough voice: "What are you shouting? ”

Feng Xiaomin rushed over regardless of it, and grabbed the placket of the old man's chest with all his might, but he didn't grasp it tightly. He knew that he didn't need any strength, so he could only shout: "Who are you, did you stun me and bring me here?" What's the necklace around my neck and why is it for me? Did you give me the medicine that made me feel tired? You madman, sadist, give me the antidote! ”

The old man stiffly pushed Feng Xiaomin away. The power was so great that Feng Xiaomin was surprised. The other party doesn't look young, but he has a lot of strength, could it be that he is disguised as an old man? Feng Xiaomin was pushed by him and staggered, sat on the bed, but stood up stubbornly.

"Sit down!" The old man gave a majestic order.

"I don't want to sit! If you don't explain it to me, I'll be done with you! ”

Feng Xiaomin pounced on the old man again. But with just one palm, the old man beat Feng Xiaomin backwards and sat on the bed with a sigh. The old man put down the plastic bag, glared at him, and said fiercely: "If you make another mistake, I will abolish you!" ”

Feng Xiaomin suddenly realized that he couldn't resist like this anymore, so he played a little ruffian. He didn't have the strength to fight the old man now. The old man had already been prepared, so he was tired. It's just that the mouth is okay, and you can still shout: "Hey, hey, hey!" Old man, aren't you here to work with me? What is this called? Drugged me, got me in here, and made me tired, what is that? Tell you, Master Ben, I'm not cooperating today, what's the matter! ”

The old man looked at him, but did not move. After a long time, seeing that Feng Xiaomin's noisy voice was quiet, it was estimated that there was only so much water, so the old man sighed, pulled the wooden chair aside, and sat down.

"Alright, stop yelling! If there is something that offends you, please bear with me. ”

This is still a human saying! Feng Xiaomin suppressed it for a moment, and wondered in his heart: the old man was not fierce. Besides, are the thugs so old? Such an old thug may feel good about himself, but who of the young thugs is willing to take him to do things, isn't that asking for trouble!

Feng Xiaomin raised his eyes and looked at him carefully this time. This man is indeed quite old, even his eyelids are pulled, and his arms are swollen, so he should be powerless. But why did he have so much strength just now, could it be that he practiced camouflage, and the external skin was just a product of high technology? In other words, he is actually very young and capable.

"Are you alone in this room?" Feng Xiaomin said this arrogantly.

The old man said, "You don't need to study it anymore, right?" Let's not talk nonsense, as long as you complete the task we gave you, you will save the lives of Ning Baolan's entire family. ”

Feng Xiaomin was angry again, but he was strange in his heart, because he remembered a sentence: a boiled duck has a hard beak. He shouted: "Old man, just rely on you, you are so old that you are scum, can I trust you?" To tell you, I won't work together anymore without serious people. Go and get the master! ”

The old man suddenly laughed: "You look down on me? I am the master, everything is my master, don't you believe it? ”

"Of course I don't believe it! Are you old like this, do you know how to use a computer, can you send text messages? What level of education do you have, do you understand pharmacology? Feng Xiaomin sneered and decided to stick a knife into him again: "Besides, has all this been successful?" Until now, there is no trace of the antiques you wanted. You didn't succeed, and you were busy in vain, which means that your IQ is not enough, your mind is not good, can I trust you? ”

The old man burst out laughing. Feng Xiaomin really didn't expect that he would attack him like this, but he was not angry, which shows that he has strong self-control. Moreover, listening to that laughter, Feng Xiaomin felt that his concentration was very strong, he was a young man! He must have been disguised, using high-tech camouflage techniques, with an electronic voice changer in his mouth! Looking at his figure, he can be about 1.75 meters, which should be the most distinctive sign.

The old man suddenly suppressed his smile and became cold: "Feng Xiaomin, this nonsense is over, don't mention it again!" Failure is the mother of success, and we will succeed in the end! Our cooperation is conditional, and it is not up to you to decide, the initiative is in my hands. Now, what you wear around your neck is indeed a dangerous item, and it is very difficult for you to take it off. It's a temperature-controlled monitor that just leaves your neck and it will explode and you'll be shattered. You don't have any room to argue with me. Wherever you go, this monitor will faithfully transmit your words and your surroundings to me. If you want to be slippery, it's impossible. Do you understand? ”

Feng Xiaomin's body chilled for a moment: his guess was right!

Feng Xiaomin's horror from the bottom of his heart was clearly displayed on his face, and the old man sneered again.

"Feng Xiaomin, you are clear about the situation, this is the beginning of our good cooperation. I will give you the relevant information immediately, this is what we found at Ning Baolan's house, these things will definitely help us find the treasure. That way, I'll quickly lift the necklace from your neck. At that time, we will each take what we need, each go our own way, and each has nothing to do with it, can you say okay? ”

Feng Xiaomin didn't react for a while, he was dumbfounded, maybe he was really frightened by the necklace.

The old man said: "The night is dark, you have time to think about it." But at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, you have to make a decision. You may be hungry, so eat something first! ”

The old man pointed to the plastic bag on the ground, turned and walked away. He closed the door so hard that he could be heard slamming it outside. Where does Feng Xiaomin still have the heart to eat? He stood, and then paced around the house. All of a sudden, he felt like his neck was about to explode, and even his head was cracking and rolling away.

Yes, there really is no way back for him. He lay down on the bed, tossed and turned, and suddenly found a handkerchief thrown on the ground beside the bed, made of flower gauze, crumpled together. He listened to the outside, but there was no sound, so he reached out from the bed, picked up the handkerchief, and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

In the middle of the night, the old man came in. He no longer discussed with Feng Xiaomin, but handed Feng Xiaomin a piece of paper, and there was only one word on the paper: the Chinese character "Guo" in Chinese characters.

"We found this piece of paper at Ning Baolan's house, of course, this is a photocopy, not an original. We can't figure out what the word 'country' means. ”

Feng Xiaomin was also blindfolded.

"You can help me think about it again, this is a traditional Chinese character, why does the old lady of the Ning family use this word, it must be a password, but what is it?"

Feng Xiaomin thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't get the point.