I thought he was calling me. When I walked over and took a look, I found that Qin Yiheng was holding a board without raising his head.

I didn't ask him what he wanted to do, and in fact I can't now.

The only thing I care about is when the ball of sheep dung in my mouth will be spit out. Listening to Qin Yiheng's speech just now, it didn't look like he had something in his mouth. He threw up, and I didn't want to suffer this again.

Bai Kai was the first to play, and I heard him retching a few times, and I began to be able to speak.

Then Ma Shanchu's side also made the same movement.

I finally got amnesty, and even vomited saliva with gastric juice, and it didn't matter how it ended, I will be relieved first.

I didn't feel it when I held it in my mouth before, but I felt the strange taste of the whole mouth when I spit it out.

I regret not bringing a bottle of mouthwash in, and now I have to desperately make saliva to relieve it.

Bai Kaidao, Qin Yiheng, damn it, you sheep dung ball has a lot of stamina. Lao Tzu should be drunk. Saying that, Bai Kai leaned over to take the board in Qin Yiheng's hand.

Qin Yiheng woke up like a dream, and shone a flashlight on the board to show us.

It was a dark red plank with weathered edges. Looking at the wood, it should belong to the calcium deficiency type, the kind that can be broken with a little effort.

There are also a few words engraved on it, which are already a little blurred.

I looked at it and was stunned. The hand couldn't help but tug on Bai Kai's shoulder.

I saw that the board was engraved: Yuan Zhen died on the second day of the first month of Bingyin.

Damn it! Isn't this Lao Tzu's death? Why is it now changed to Yuan Zhen's death date?!!

Bai Kai was caught by me and scolded, Xiao Que, you are going to be sperm? Scatter and scatter. Bai Kai took an urn and sent it to my arms and said, grab this! This feels good!

Qin Yiheng, is this a coffin board? I said to Qin Yiheng.

Be. Qin Yiheng handed me the coffin board and said, Jiang Shuo, the boss of Hongda Group, Yuan Zhen, may have the same fate as you. I finally know why HTC Group was involved in this. You are not alone in this world, and this Yuan Array may have encountered more than you.

I don't know much about what I'm listening to. Is the so-called fate the same as the same day of death? In this way, there will be more people in this world who have the same fate as me.

I said, Qin Yiheng, I didn't understand. This Yuan Zhen has the same fate as mine, why did someone get rich?

When did you still think about getting rich? Bai Kai took the coffin board and said, Xiao Que, I'll show you.

Bai Kai gently swept the board a few times with the tip of his finger and said, Xiao Que, this board is real. It seems that you really weren't the first choice for the real dragon to return to Yang before, and you are a spare tire!

Seeing that I was still puzzled, Bai Kai said again, don't be confused. Isn't that simple? This Yuan array must be older than you, right? When people are strong and alive, I'm afraid you haven't been born yet. Therefore, Yuan Zhen was the first choice for the true dragon to return to Yang at that time. It's just that I don't know what means this birdman used to dodge this qiē. This hiding person is also hiding from the old, and it just so happens that you have grown up, so everything has found your head.

I've finally figured out some ideas. Does co-authoring the real dragon still require age?

Young talents? Older ones won't work? Or are there any other requirements?

If it is really as Bai Kai said, this Yuan Zhen has dodged all the qiē, why bother to wade into this troubled water?

I said, Qin Yiheng, don't hide it. You are a real dragon. You don't know what this Yuan Array is all about, right?

I don't really know. If you don't see this coffin board. I wouldn't have thought of anyone else like you. Qin Yiheng shook his head and said, Now I am even more distressed, I have summarized the clues for so long, and now I am afraid that most of them will be overturned. If not only you have had these encounters in this world, this Yuan Array has also had them. No one can guarantee that more people will have these encounters.

I was stunned, I always thought I was probably the hardest person in the world.

Now it's like I've found a big family.

I really don't know whether to be happy or sad.

Maybe there are people who have encountered so many puzzles like me, but judging from the current situation alone, maybe they have all been freed, except for me who is chained to a sleeve.

It only made me even more lonely.

Bai Kai patted me on the shoulder, don't think about it. Let's try to find this Yuan Array, talk to him face-to-face, and everything will be easy to do! Let's see what else is good here.

Bai Kai began to move the urn out on his own, and soon stacked the floor.

There were more urns in this desk than I had imagined, and most of them were empty.

I don't know how long this Yuan Zhen has eaten, but I can't help but feel some sympathy for him.

Hey, there really is! Bai Kai excitedly moved a larger wooden box out.

The box was very heavy, and Bai Kai had a very hard time moving it, and finally Ma Shanchu came to help and finally put the box on the floor safely.

The chest was an old-fashioned storage box with a crust and two large brass rings on top. There is no lock, only a copper latch. Bai Kai flicked it with his finger, and the bolt was pulled open, and the box was undercracked. A strong musty smell began to come out of the cracks. Several people covered their mouths and noses and opened the box with flashlights.

The boxes were very full, most of them individually wrapped in sealed bags, and at a glance they looked like police evidence.

Bai Kai took out a few pieces and found that they were all daily necessities. Presumably a product of the fifties and sixties of the last world.

There are tea jars, glasses, handkerchiefs, and so on.

Pull out these things, and down there is a thick stack of paper. The paper wrappers are more careful, there is not only a sealed bag on the outside, but also a layer of moisture-proof kraft paper inside.

After that, there was nothing else in the chest, only a thick layer of dirt. It seems that the reason why the box is sinking is mainly because of the amount of soil pressure. And the musty smell comes from the dirt.

Bai Kai stretched out his hand and poked it, but he didn't find anything in the dirt, but choked him nauseously.

I simply closed the box and went to look at the stack of papers.

Under the flashlight, it was obvious that the paper had turned yellow. The paper may have been soaked in water before, and many of it was uneven.

These are all cross-edged manuscript papers with red bars on a white background. At the top of the manuscript paper is the name of a unit, China Academy of Building Research

The handwriting on it is very sloppy, and the part-time dragon flies and dances. I glanced at it a few times and found that it was all trivial, most of which the person was bored or couldn't find a diary for a while.

Bai Kai flipped through several pages in a row, but never found a signature. It is also impossible to confirm who the author is.

And not only the author, but also the name of a passer-by did not even appear between the lines. It seems that this person deliberately avoided writing these things.

There are too many manuscript papers, and Bai Kai obviously can't read them all by himself.

Each of the four of them divided a small stack and fought for himself.

The pile I got was the last of the whole stack of papers, and it was relatively new. The handwriting has also become smoother. It's much easier to identify.

I flipped through it first, and before I could see much of it, a black-and-white photo fell out of the paper.

The photo shows a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses with a permed hairstyle. Dress like the style of the eighties. Woolen shoulders, a shirt underneath.

The young man grinned and stood on a high platform and looked down, which looked small in the photo. In the corner of the picture, you can see a white flower, far away from the shooting location, and it looks like a clump of plants.

I showed the photo to Qin Yiheng, and he looked at it carefully with a flashlight for a long time.

Suddenly I raised my head and told me, this is a wreath, you see this outline. And more than one.

When I was reminded by him, I also felt a little similar.

I asked, is this man sick? There is a circle over there, it is clear that there is a dead person, why is he so happy? Is there a deep hatred or what?

Qin Yiheng shook his head, I don't think he was really happy. You see, the whole photo doesn't look like a posed shot from the feel and position of the shot. Most of this person was put on the body, standing on a high place and wanting to jump down, everyone had nothing to do, and someone captured this photo.

Cold sweat began to break out on my forehead, and I couldn't help but restore the scene in my mind.

Damn, this guy died together?

I recalled the photo of Yuan Zhen, the boss of Hongda Group, that Qin Yiheng had shown me before, and it really looked a little similar to the person in the photo, but this photo was not taken at close range, so I can't confirm it.

I had no choice but to put the photos in my pocket and continue to look at the manuscript paper.

Suddenly, I heard Qin Yiheng say, no, there seems to be something in the building. Let's take the manuscript paper back and read it, Jiang Shuo! To give!

Before I could react, another ball of sheep dung was shoved into my mouth.

I couldn't speak now, so I could only put the manuscript paper into Qin Yiheng's bag in a panic.

Bai Kai and Ma Shanchu also took the sheep dung balls from Qin Yiheng's hands in turn, and their expressions were not very comfortable.

Qin Yiheng gestured to Bai Kai and Ma Shanchu to put the urn back in its place, and one person wiped the traces we left with a cloth.

Leaned us against the wall and turned off the flashlight.

My heart was pounding, and I looked at his expression as if he was facing a great enemy, and I didn't know what the hell was coming in the building.

I couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

I was startled by this spit, but I didn't really find anything. But I suddenly felt that the sheep dung ball in my mouth tasted different from what I had eaten before.