“……”

Uncle Shui didn't react a little, and looked at Lu Mingfei behind Chu Zihang with a blank gaze.

"Don't let the rage of revenge go, brother......"

Lu Mingfei sighed in his heart, and said to the middle-aged man in a sad tone:

"Yes, Uncle Chu was in a car accident a few days ago and unfortunately passed away."

"Ah...... This...... I'm sorry, Zihang...... You mourn. ”

Uncle Shui was stunned for a while before sighing faintly.

"It's okay, I'm sorry for you."

Chu Zihang's expression remained unchanged.

The three-storey building has two basement floors, dark staircases and corridors, and many places are littered with discarded mechanical parts.

The air was filled with a choking smell of kerosene, and Chu Zihang couldn't help coughing lightly.

"This place turned out to be an air-conditioning room and a temporary warehouse, Lao Chu came to work on the day he said that there was no house to live in, and the boss said that he would temporarily arrange a room to live in the basement, and I took him out to buy the bedding......

"Alas, who would have thought that he would stay for so long, and still say that he would leave...... Alas. ”

Uncle Shui sighed.

"People, don't you just look forward to your children in this life, I have introduced him to a few cheap rental houses, he doesn't want it, and he said that he has to save some money for his son to get married in the future...... Alas. ”

He seemed to have said this to Chu Zihang on purpose, he and Chu Tianjiao were drinking friends, and they both knew about Chu Tianjiao to some extent.

Chu Zihang was silent, his head lowered slightly.

"062, it's here."

The three of them stopped in front of an iron door painted with the white "062" number, and Uncle Shui took out the key and opened the door.

The air in the room was fresher than the air in the hallway, and the room was a clean cabin.

A double bed, a bedside table, a writing desk and a chair, and a Xiaoice box are all the furniture in the room.

"I won't bother you, stick the key in the door, just bring it to me when you leave."

Uncle Shui left, and before leaving, he closed the iron door for them to prevent the smell of kerosene from pouring in.

"Cry if you want, there's no outsider here."

Lu Mingfei walked to the bedside table, where a dozen books called "Story Club" were neatly placed on the simple small bookshelves.

He took out a copy and flipped through it, and after finding nothing unusual, he put it back in good condition.

Chu Zihang didn't speak, he took off his sunglasses and reached out to take down a family photo hanging on the wall.

The man combed his oily hair, his handsome face had a proud smile on his face, one hand around the waist of the beautiful woman next to him, and the other hand held a cute little boy who was concentrating on licking ice cream.

Chu Zihang's fingers gently rubbed the face of the man in the photo, and there was a sad flame beating in his golden eyes.

"Your father's strength is very strong, since he has always lived in this place, it is impossible to have nothing."

The room was not big, it was as clean as white paper, Lu Mingfei glanced at it and found nothing abnormal.

He was about to pull out a copy of "Storytelling" from the simple bookshelf on the bedside table and look through it to see if there were any clues in it, but suddenly he seemed to notice something abnormal, and pressed the mattress with his palm.

"There seems to be something underneath the mattress."

Lu Mingfei got up and pulled the whole bed open, and sure enough, he saw a tightly assembled secret door.

The iron sheet and iron frame welded the cyan secret door to the ground, and a heavy padlock was added.

"Looks like your father's secret...... It's right down there. ”

"Looking for the key?"

Lu Mingfei knocked on the secret door, the sound of metal was a little dull, obviously this door has a considerable thickness.

"Don't bother."

Chu Zihang pulled out the village rain in the black tennis bag, the blade was unsheathed, and the iron blue knife light splashed out like water.

He slashed with a knife, and it didn't even take much force for the padlock to break, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

The secret door opened, revealing not a staircase but a steel pipe, under which darkness and the unknown were connected.

"I'll go down first, and I hope your father doesn't set any traps or anything like that."

Lu Mingfei grabbed the steel pipe and slid down, reaching the bottom in less than a second.

Chu Zihang also slid down.

The first thing they smelled was a strong and strange scent, and as the lights turned on, they saw the source of the scent—

A whole mahogany wine cabinet is neatly stocked with a variety of whiskeys, and next to each bottle of whiskey is a box of high-quality Cuban cigars;

On the other wall, there are tall bookshelves, but instead of books, they hold well-preserved vinyl records......

Chu Zihang was still stunned and didn't come back to his senses, he couldn't imagine that a middle-aged driver who supported himself by driving could have so many luxurious consumer goods and collectibles.

Lu Mingfei didn't feel any of these so-called luxuries, and he walked straight to the soft bed in the middle of the room, which was covered with Australian sheepskin.

He certainly didn't want to sleep.

His gaze was drawn to a large web of countless red threads crisscrossing the ceiling.

On the red line, they wear photographs, news clippings, or handwritten pieces of paper, each of which is an event, some of which are parallel to each other, and some of which are tangled and knotted.

"Come and see this."

Lu Mingfei said, reached out and took out a note from one of the red lines, and read the information on it with Chu Zihang, who walked over quickly:

On December 25, 1991, on the night of the collapse of Soviet power, a violent explosion occurred in the tundra of the Arctic Circle, in the frozen port north of Verkhoyansk. Dragon! Dragon! The strange voice of the voice.

"This is a record of historical mysteries?"

Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled, continued to move forward along the red line, and took down a large piece of paper full of words:

On May 30, 1626 (the sixth day of the fifth month of the sixth year of the Apocalypse), Wang Gongchang in the capital of the Ming Dynasty exploded.

A 5,000-pound stone lion on Shijuma Street was thrown out of the Shuncheng Gate and disappeared, and it rained corpses outside the Desheng Gate, and people's heads, hands, and legs smashed down the street, regardless of men and women, they were not hanging an inch.

Further on, there was a massive explosion in Mohenjo Daro, India, where all existence within a kilometer radius of the center of the explosion materialized into powder.

The Tunguska explosion, a mushroom cloud rose from the center of the explosion, the shock wave shattered glass 650 kilometers away, and the night sky across Eurasia turned a dark red.

……

Chu Zihang looked creepy, his father would never use these things for fun, there must be deeper secrets.

Lu Mingfei frowned.

In addition to explosions or explosions, it is not clear whether these explosions are caused by aliens or pseudo-gods.

He changed a red line, and finally found a possible piece of information about the alien:

On November 7, 2002, in the waters of Greenland, attracted by the mysterious heartbeat, the Executive Department of the Kassel Academy went to investigate, and encountered an enemy suspected of being a dragon king in the depths of the ice sea, and was close to the total annihilation, with only one and a half survivors.