"Mr. Charlie, what happened to you? Aren't you with your people? Why did John and the others see God and you didn't?" Taking advantage of the fact that Fu Ying was still meditating and Yang Hao was observing the movements around him, Heng Qi took the initiative to fight with Charlie, but the words were really inappropriate.

However, Charlie didn't particularly care about Hengqi's words, and shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't understand why God left me alone? Maybe I'm not qualified enough to go to heaven." ”

"How can an aggressor like you go to heaven, you only deserve to go to hell!" Xie Ke roared again. For some reason, as soon as he saw this foreigner, he had a nameless fire.

"Goose...... The goose is not an aggressor......" Charlie was obviously not willing to accept the accusations of the "aggressor", and his face was red and white.

"Yes, you are not an invader, you are an international tomb robber, an expert, can I ask you for advice on the experience of tomb robbing?"

"Huang Ranran, do you want me to beat you out of your body again?" Xie Ke's saliva almost flew to Huang Ranran's face.

"Okay, okay, you two don't interrupt, let me have a good talk with Mr. Scum. Heng Qi persuaded with a smile.

"Goose is not scum!" Charlie apparently even understands "scum".

"Yes, yes, you're not scum, you're Richard. He hurriedly corrected.

"You...... You, listen up, my name is Charlie!" Charlie yelled earnestly.

"Yes, it's Charles I who was guillotined. Heng Qi is still a grinning face.

"You...... You, I don't like your oriental humor, it's not funny!"

"Okay, let's get on with it. Tell me, what happened to you?" Heng Qi finally put away his grin.

"Three months ago, our leader, John, received a strange email about a map and a video of John having a right-hand woman named Miss Chan who deciphered the strange text on the map and solved the mystery on the video. It turns out to be a reminder for our leaders to come here to find the 'lost key' and then to open the door to the 'forgotten realm'. The email was sent by a person called Cold Moon. The address of the dispatch is a villa outside of San Francisco, USA. This villa has a strange name 'Ghost Capital'. What's even more strange is that our leader, John, sent someone to investigate there, only to find that there was no one living there, and there was no one named Cold Moon. It was simply a building that had been abandoned for a long time. ”

"Haha, it seems that the name 'Ghost Capital' is worthy of the name. Heng Qi smiled.

"Who is that cold moon?" Xie Ke was obviously attracted by Charlie's story, not only put away a murderous image, but also subconsciously interjected.

"After our boss sent someone to investigate, we soon received another email from Cold Moon, who warned her that she should not be investigated, otherwise she would befall us. Charlie said this in a mixed Chinese and English narrative, and when he referred to the person of Hanyue, he clearly used "she" instead of "he". In other words, the cold moon he mentioned should be a woman.

"Hanyue is so mysterious, isn't she human, why did she entrust you with the search for the 'lost key'?" Xie Ke asked.

Charlie shrugged his shoulders and said with a wry smile: "This matter is indeed very mysterious, and we didn't know why at first. Later we learned that this was a meaningful thing to do, because what we were doing was to bring the world to a brighter time when God's grace would benefit everyone. When Charlie said the last sentence, his expression was obviously excited.

"It's really high-sounding, and it's not in line with your Westerners' way of doing things. I guess she's just discovered a mysterious treasure that she can't dig up alone, so she has to cooperate with you, a transnational criminal syndicate!" Xie Ke sneered.

"Thank you, we are not a transnational criminal syndicate, our cause is noble and sacred, you can't insult it!" Charlie said with a serious expression on his face.

"Okay, tell me how you got here, and how you got the blood mold. He smiled and smiled.

"Zhou, I don't need to tell you how the geese got here, you have to keep the geese a little secret, right? Charlie sneered.

It seems that he even knows what "bad blood luck" means, this is not an ordinary "China expert", they must have a very in-depth understanding of Chinese culture before entering China.

"Okay, you can keep a little secret, so tell me how you got the blood mold. Heng Qi smiled.

"In fact, we went through a lot of hardships to come to this canyon, and according to the instructions on the map, as well as the high-tech positioning, we found this place and entered here. Although we had expected this to be a trip to hell, we did not expect that the situation here would be much worse than we expected!" Charlie said this, his face suddenly extremely depressed. He didn't speak so fluently, still "goose goose goose" half-pulled Chinese with another section of English. In order to make it clear to the reader, the author had to express it entirely in Chinese.

"How bad is it?" asked Hengqi.

"I have cigars in my pocket. Charlie didn't answer Hengqi's question, but pointed to his jacket pocket. Heng Qi hurriedly reached out to help him pull out the cigar case, stuffed a cigar into his mouth, and lit it for him.

Charlie took two puffs of his cigar, calmed down, and began his reminiscences......

The following is Charlie's recollection, because Charlie said it, so it is narrated in the first person.

We ended our thrilling flight over the canyon and landed on this meadow. Although it is surrounded by forests, the meadow looks really nice. But it wasn't until we got to grips on the ground that we realized we were wrong. This meadow is not as beautiful as it seems. Many of the weeds were more than a man tall and were as dense as impermeable walls. It's not easy to get through it.

The head, John, Old Fritters Webb and Mies Chan walked in the front, Phillips, David and Martin walked in the middle, and Mike and I pushed the two Chinese to follow.

Everything went well at first, and we quickly made a vertical downward hole and then a lateral hole using a new boring tool. Then we went down to the cave one by one, and after walking a few dozen meters, we came to a huge karst cave.

At first, everyone was optimistic that nothing would happen.

"Charlie, Mike, you two are optimistic about those two Chinese, don't let them slip away. We are on Chinese territory, and we must keep it absolutely secret!" John crossed his waist and waved at us.

Phillips, who was smoking a pipe, glanced at John and said, "Head, if you want to keep it absolutely secret, why don't you send them to report to God?"

"What do you think, dear?" John turned to look at Mies Chen.

Miss Chan was the only Oriental woman in our team, she looked like she was in her twenties, but she was very sexy and beautiful, except that her face was like wearing an iron mask, and she was always cold. She almost never smiled.

Hearing the boss call her, she coldly glanced at the two Chinese lads (sorry, I should say that they were your companions), and her words were equally cold: "If you don't want to get into an international lawsuit, it's better not to touch them!"

"Mi Si Chen, let two more corpses lie in this dark underground world, and it won't cause any international lawsuits, right?" Phillips Young held the crocodile brand dagger in his hand, and his mouth was a little yin and yang.

Yes, letting the two of them disappear here shouldn't cause any big waves, it's already very difficult to enter this canyon, and if you want to go deep into this underground, I'm afraid it will be more difficult. Therefore, there is no way that anyone can come to such a place. Maybe by the time someone finds their bodies, they've been completely decomposed by the bacteria. So what is there to worry about?

But the boss listened to Mies Chen's words very much, and since Mies Chen said so, then the head refused Phillips's request.

At this time, the two Chinese suddenly became excited, and the young man with glasses shouted at Misi Chen: "Xiao Ling, you quickly tell them to kill us, we will not be humiliated!"

But Mieschen ignored them, and told us to put a rag in the mouth of one of the two lads to prevent them from making a sound.

The group continued on our way and soon discovered this underground river. We took two rubber boats and headed up the underground river. We were sure that the tomb was right ahead. John, Webb, Mies Chan and Phillips sat in the first dinghy, and David and Martin and we sat in the one behind. David and Martin were in charge of rowing, and Mike and I were tasked with keeping an eye on the two Chinese boys. We can neither kill them nor leave them, but take them away.

I don't advocate killing them, but I don't want to take them with me. It's a real burden.

After the waterway was over, we continued to go ashore. The tomb still doesn't know where it is, and Mieschen, who is leading the way, seems to have lost faith in herself, for she can't be sure where we're going.

John told us to stay where we were, and he and Webb and Mieschen continued on their way, intending to explore the way.

We just sat stupidly on a few rocks. I'd rather keep going than stay here like a fool and be at a loss.

Suddenly, David seemed to hear something, he took out his gun, and walked in that direction. We watched as his figure disappeared into the darkness.

After about three or four minutes, we heard a terrible shout that I was sure I had never heard in my life, followed by gunshots.