A group of people stumbled into the hotel, and when the fat man came back with black circles under his eyes and took the money, we had already rushed to the floor regardless of the waiter's opinion, and the ID card or something was handed over to the fat man!

And on the way, I have been recognized several times as the god of the mountain god sacrifice, of course, at this time my tiredness has already penetrated into the bone marrow, did not pay attention to anything, and finally the bitter fat man came over with the door card of 3 houses, this night I slept with Wang Lei in a house, although I was sleepy to death, but I don't know why I still vaguely remember that Wang Lei took a long bath at night, and I can occasionally hear him in the bathroom let out a painful roar.

I woke up the next morning gloomy, probably because I had slept for too long! So when I got up, it was 3 o'clock in the morning, I glanced at Wang Lei, who was sleeping like a dead pig next to me, and I was happy that who told you to get it so late last night, don't care about him, I walked to the window and lifted the curtains, and sure enough, it was still dark outside.

I sighed, and suddenly thought that there was another person in my room, and I felt that this metaphor was extremely brainless. I scratched my unkempt hair and thought about washing my hair, but when I walked to the bathroom, I was suddenly stunned by what I saw.

If it was after a little washing away the traces of last night, then what I see now may only be residue but it still makes me shudder, because what I see is actually pieces of blood clots, yes, not traces of blood but coagulated blood clots, they are blocked at the entrance of the sewer, I walked over tremblingly, looked at the blood clots that did not rush down, and found that there was still a lot of dander on it, and even some large whole skin.

Although I saw such a thing when I came together in the morning, I couldn't help but think that this thing was really Wang Lei's. I don't think he's injured, huh? How so? Or am I not clear? Wrong! I immediately denied my idea, how could it be, hadn't I seen him take a shower before?

It's messing with my brain. I wanted to wake him up now and ask what was going on, but I held back. It wasn't until I took a casual shower and found that I had no clothes, that I saw that Wang Lei actually went out to buy a few clothes last night, obviously this is the stall that can be seen everywhere, could it be that this guy went out yesterday? How many clothes did you bring back?

Anyway, I got dressed, and when I got out of the bathroom, I paid attention to it, and sure enough, this guy was already dressed. It feels weird! "Forget it," I whispered to myself. "Let's get rid of my stomach first! Those steamed bun-like things yesterday really can't fill your stomach! ”

Open the door, here is a dim hallway, there are only a few broken lights in the hallway, flashing and flashing, very supernatural, plus the previous bathroom incident makes me feel that I am a disaster, where to go there is no good thing, okay! I don't want to be a Conan-esque character, bored thinking about it, I subconsciously put my hands in my pockets, but this plugging problem comes, uncle, I actually have no money. Damn it? What to do? Hey! You can find a fat man! Suddenly, an evil thought rushed into my mind, whether he had slept enough or not, but in this case, which of the other two houses was fat?

Just as I was hesitating, I suddenly heard a noise coming from a house to the left of my room. It was as if someone was talking, and in this silent hallway where you could hear the heartbeat, the tone was very good. "Is it an old man?" I recognized it right away. A strong curiosity immediately filled my stomach and drove me to lean over.

The old man in the room seemed to be talking on the phone again, anyway, it wasn't Xu Ming or the fat man, but the person on the phone didn't seem to be his own people, just when I was puzzled, the old man who had been silent for a long time finally spoke, "Not many people know about this matter, right?" He said as soon as he came up. My nerves straightened right away, who is this guy talking about? What's the matter?

"Are you done with the stuff?" He said again.

"If you can, you can give me a copy first, I won't go back for the time being, there are a lot of things here, and it's not that there are no clues, but there are too many to count." Then I heard him laughing, and I couldn't think of him sleeping well, but the sound on the other side of the phone was still ongoing, and I was leaning against the door, and I really couldn't think of anything that could make the person on the other end of the phone call at this point. And it was clear that he was very happy to let such a tired old man get up and talk and laugh.

"What's next? Next, I will go to Xi'an, so that you will show the copy to Lao Yang first, although Lao Yang is an expert in this area, but 4 foreign copies are enough for him to translate, and it is not the kind that stinks and long. ”

Documents abroad? It seems that there are still some ulterior actions on the old man's side? Although the possibility of targeting me has been ruled out, I am still curious why a person who has spent most of his life in China or even in a small village would accept a foreign culture, even if he has amazing learning ability, he does not need to do so, right?

"That's right. That's the case, how do you know, could it be that this is even written in that book? Suddenly the old man shouted, but soon he seemed to realize that his voice was a little louder, so he slowly lowered the volume.

Remember? I suddenly thought of the person I had seen in the environment, the note in Aqurib's hand, could it be that the old man had got the mark of his relative? And what is also recorded in that chronicle of what we have experienced? Is that sinkhole? The only place where I feel that it is possible now is there, because the third uncle has also been there before, and there must be something else there. And the book, which I actually thought was the most important clue at first, but that thing was so far away from me that I hadn't even seen a little bit of it, and it was not easy to get his hands on it, but now it was very likely that he would be in the hands of the old man.

But how could the old man have thought of that book? How did you get his? Does that mean that Aqurib has also been found by them? Slowly the old man's conversation was over, and I went back to my room, no longer thinking of eating, and the sky was now cloudy, and the streets and the reddish sky had come into view. The empty streets and the buildings with several floors also made us feel the atmosphere of the city from a new level, and I opened the curtains to feel the sunlight fill in little by little, and lay on the bed to reminisce about everything. Slowly, I actually fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning, it was Wang Lei who called me up, he smiled and lifted my clothes, and said to me, "Got up at night?" ”

"Hmm. Looking for food, starved to death. I replied, and it seemed that he didn't want to talk to me about the bathroom stuff, so I tried to avoid the topic.

"Get up! The fat man arranged for us a director who said he was taking us to eat something. ”

"Hehe, it's really a businessman, and everything is orderly." As soon as I heard about it, I jumped out of bed. Anyway, I washed up before and rushed out without thinking about it, and then I saw the old man and the fat man standing under the hotel, and at the same time, there was a friend who was dressed very much like a native of Xinjiang Province standing next to the fat man and chatting with him, he had a white round hat on his head, a white coat and a small black vest, which seemed particularly out of place in this cold weather. As if he had seen my strange gaze, he immediately introduced himself to me. After some introduction, I learned that this guy was a ** person, a local tour guide, and I don't know how the fat man found him, anyway, his task today is to take a few of us to eat, drink and have fun, of course, the fat man pays for it, anyway, we are happy.

Then the full-time director drove a little jeep to take us to the street for breakfast, and I looked at the old man halfway and found that this guy had been holding a blank piece of paper in his hand, and kept dozing off as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Less than half a minute away, we came to a façade is a more atmospheric breakfast shop, although it is 10 o'clock in the morning, but the store is still full of people, and then the tour guide in the fat instigation, to us densely ordered a big push to eat, I look at the posture is estimated that our Chinese food is also going to be solved here.

While eating and chatting, I probably also knew the names of some snacks, what fried oil fragrant, tamales, mutton soup pot, beef ganba, but also more and more think that the fat man is rich, and I think I can't let this guy run away halfway. I was about to pat the fat man's ass and try to sit down a little closer to him while eating a piece of beef, when suddenly the old man pulled me aside and shoved the white paper in his hand to me. I wondered at the time, thinking that he was going to tell me about last night, but when I opened the blank paper, I realized that what the old man showed me was actually a drawing from the tomb.

Not only that, but what surprised me was that he directly depicted the painting on the coffin and the mural that the fat man looked at, which seemed to me to be an impossible thing. I opened my mouth wide and looked at the picture in my hand and asked, "How did you do that?" ”

"Don't ask this, let's see if I'm drawing correctly, because we don't have a camera and rubbing, so I can only roughly describe what we see, and then I'm going to Xi'an to find a friend, in fact, I had this idea when I was in the tomb, kid, we got too many clues this time, I need to digest him."

Then the old man told me something about his friend in Xi'an, and as he finished speaking, the guy looked at my mask, not my mask, but the strange inexplicable lock behind my mask.

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ps: As an otaku, I didn't go south and north, I didn't travel the world, which means that there is a lot of pressure to write a novel about this kind of adventure, and it is still difficult to perfect the plot and the concept in the tomb, so I decided to go to Shennongjia to play on the eleventh, although this book was built after I traveled in Guizhou, but I still don't know much about the deep mountains and ethnic groups over there.

Therefore, I am writing very slowly after not saving the manuscript, I hope you understand. However, I hope that friends who travel can add me to "buckle", and if you are free, you can organize a group to travel and explore together.

My buckle number is "582246860".

If Eleven wants to go to Shennongjia together to see the big Shennongjia under the pen of Tianxia Ba Sing, you can add me.