I was still in a dream, and I thought it was real, so with a little effort, I turned on the flashlight, turned the light to the brightest, and shone it into the distance.

Sen Senran was a figure.

There were many, many people standing in the burial chamber.

My scalp was numb and I almost fainted, but I quickly realized that those should not be people, but the stone figurines that accompanied the burial, so I made up my mind, staggered to my feet, walked a few steps forward, and walked to the nearest row of stone figurines.

They had their backs to me, their hands holding long grasses, and their bodies were draped in real armor, patina and decay, and a strange color refracted in the light of the flashlight.

I cautiously walked to the front to look, and with every step I took, my calves would shake, my heart would beat wildly, and I had to cover my mouth vigorously for fear that I would cry or scream at any moment.

Seeing this, my scalp was numb again, and then I felt that my breath was tight, and I really fainted, and when I fell to the ground, I met those people who were standing behind me, and heard the sound of a mess falling to the ground. But I soon came to my senses, and it was the great fear in my heart that forced me to wake up, and I crawled away on all fours with tears in my eyes, and crawled away from them, and crawled to the wall of the tomb, and sat down against the wall, and buried my face in my knees, and wept bitterly, God knows how big this place was, and the cry disappeared without a trace before it could be reached very far, without a single echo, as if the whole space was dead.

Those are not stone figurines.

It's a dry corpse, densely standing, all of them are dried corpses.

At least it has been dead for hundreds or thousands of years, and it has dried up without any water, just a layer of skin wrapped around the skeleton, and the skin shows a strange and strange gray-gold color, and the flashlight shines on it, and a layer of light shines on it. The eyes were sunken, the eyes were open, the cheeks were sunken, the teeth were protruding, and the angry eyes were full of red bloodshots, and two golden tears flowed out, like a candle that had melted and dripped and froze, and it seemed to have flowed out not long ago, and the color was dazzling.

Golden tears, so strange, and terrifying.

I don't think I'll be able to get out.

I'm going to die here.

Died in the tomb of the King of Jinjue, whom the world desperately searched.

I suddenly remembered that someone had said something before, saying that those who coveted the tomb of King Jinjue either died on the way to find it or died in front of its tomb. I was able to die in the tomb, and if anyone knew, I would probably be a legend.

But after crying for a while, I began to feel unwilling again, packed up my things, stood up and chose a direction to stick to the wall and walked forward slowly, from time to time I swept the flashlight to the middle, all of them were dried corpses, densely packed with dried corpses, hundreds? Thousands? I don't know, and I don't want to know. My only thought was to find the exit and open it and run away without looking back, never to come back, and even if someone put a gun to my head and force me to come back, I would never come back.

I didn't stop to think about why I had entered this tomb, who I had come with, when I came, and so on.

After walking for at least a thousand meters, I was suddenly mixed by the steps, I didn't care about the pain, I tried to climb up, more than a dozen steps, and then a flat ground, I shone the flashlight in the middle, and saw a coffin in the distance.

I think that should be the place where the legendary King of Jin Jue rests, I was afraid to die, but I couldn't control my two feet, and walked over there step by step, thinking that it would be good to take a look, just take a look, and then leave here far away.

On the ground in front of the coffin sat a dried corpse.

I had the courage to walk over, walk to the front, crouch down, and shine a flashlight on the monk-like ...... No, it's not a dry corpse, it's a fresh corpse, although it's very old, but there is still flesh on the face, the lips are fresh and full, the eyes are closed, the white hair, white beard, white eyebrows and a white robe, like a master in the martial arts. If it weren't for the fact that his body didn't rise and fall and he wasn't breathing at all, it would have been hard to believe that he was dead.

At this time, there was a strange sound behind me, Titakakaka, Titicacakaka, Titicacaca, Titicaca, hehehe, he, heha......

Those dried corpses were resurrected.

I turned my head with difficulty, the one shining with the flashlight, staring at me with blood-red eyes in the netherworld, as if hating my interruption, golden tears flowed into the lines of his face, refracting the dizzying and cold light, his neck suddenly moved, and then his hands moved, and his feet moved, making a titicacaka kakaka, and then, the shriveled mouth, which had long been meatless, suddenly grinned, and his teeth burst out into a terrifying smile.

All the dried corpses were coming to life, making the sound of bones moving, the expressions on their faces tugging, and laughing like ghosts.

I felt a gust of wind in my neck, and something was wrong behind me, so I slowly turned my head and saw the old man sitting in front of the coffin, looking at me with his eyes open.

The hoarse laughter behind here is getting louder and louder, louder and louder......

Then I finally woke up screaming from my dream.

Cold sweat trickled down the face.

The old lazy man was still sitting on the sofa looking through the materials, frightened by my sudden scream, frantically threw away the documents in his hand and rushed to hug me, hugged me very hard, patted me on the back and said a lot of comforting words, it's okay, it's okay, it's all a dream, it's all a dream, it's okay to wake up, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here, I'm here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid......

My whole body trembled, I couldn't shake it, and I still remembered the sights of my dreams, the smell of decay, the tearing laughter, and the face of the gray-haired old man...... Whether the others were real or dream, I was sure that the old man must have existed, it was not a dream, it was my memory, I knew the old man with the white beard and white hair.

I must have seen him somewhere!

And it must have been when I was very young, when I was a real child, I was in awe of him, and I used to crawl on his lap and play.

My locked childhood memories seem to be slowly reviving, but each time they are just fragments, and there is no way to make them coherent.

I slurred my words and told the lazy lazy about the scenes in my dreams, the dried corpses, the red eyes, the golden tears, the resurrection, the laughter, the huge coffin, the old man sitting in front of the coffin......

I was talking and talking and talking and becoming a little chaotic, struggling to get up and look for information, I remembered a sentence I had seen in a legend or story a long time ago, which was consistent with some situations in the dream, and my mind was too confused to remember, so I had to get up and look through it.

But the old lazy hugged me and didn't let go, comforting me one after another, saying that it was definitely the content of the "call from hell" I heard from Peng Liang before that triggered this dream, and the girl in the phone call recording said some things in the tomb, and my brain used my imagination to do this.

I felt that made sense, and slowly calmed down.

But there was no mention of the old man with a white beard, white hair and white eyebrows in "Call from Hell", but I was so impressed that I thought I must have seen him somewhere, and it was important.

I'm going crazy.

The old lazy wiped my tears, then scratched my nose, put his forehead against my forehead and laughed, saying that I was scared like this by dreams, what a child. I beat him, crying and scolding, you are only a child. He tilted his face back slightly, and suddenly kissed him.

A passionate, long-lasting, deep and warm kiss.

And then......

I never dreamed that my first time would be on such a shabby floor.

But this happiness is so great that I am almost willing to leave everything behind and love him alone.

My lazy man and I were tired of being at home for two days, not going anywhere, not caring about anything, just tired of it, cooking in the kitchen together, watching TV together on the sofa, leaning on our heads and talking about love. When Bai Yafeng called me to ask what I was doing, I was lying in the old lazy arms and listening to him talk about the scenery he had seen in the places he had been to over the years, and he was very impatient with Bai Yafeng, and wanted to hang up after saying a few words.

As a result, he scolded: "Alas, I'll go, Li Xu told me that you are a bastard and a light friend, I still don't believe it, but now I believe it!" ”

After he finished speaking, he hung up angrily, and after two minutes, he called back and explained: "Nier, I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with the lazy deputy captain, how can he be with you, he doesn't look as handsome as Wu Yanzu's toes." ”

The old lazy was leaning his ears to my side, and when he heard Bai Yafeng's muttering, he hung up the phone to me without saying a word.

We happily fell in love at home, didn't ask about the world, no matter what was going on, Li Xu and the others also knew it, and they didn't even make a phone call.

It wasn't until Dai Furong called to say that Shi Yan and his wife had returned to Jiangcheng's home, we didn't go out, and I was too lazy to go to Jiangcheng to continue to follow Shi Yan, and I went to the bureau to find Liu Yimin and ask him if he could secretly help me investigate He Zhiqin's background, any kind of situation.

You have to be rigorous in doing things, you can't just draw conclusions based on reasoning, and I certainly need to verify things that even Chang Kun can't be 100% sure of, if He Zhiqin is really that "traitor", there must be flaws in his background.

Hu Hailian was sent to the Seventh People's Hospital for mandatory psychological intervention treatment, and the work of the criminal police brigade was piled up, Bai Yafeng was chattering and complaining every day that one person would do the work of three or four people, and sooner or later he would be exhausted to death, and when he saw me, he complained to me that the lazy deputy captain occupied the pit and didn't, saying that if he gave him the position of deputy captain, he would be really tired and willing to have no regrets.

Even after being so busy, Liu Yimin still found time to help me check what I wanted to know, and I stayed at home to study all kinds of information during the few days he secretly investigated, and finally found what I desperately wanted to find that night in the few boxes of old materials I had collected before, about the dried corpses with blood-red eyes and golden tears in the dream.

Those bare-eyed, golden-eyed dried corpses.