Martin held the wet note, his brow furrowed, and for a moment his heart lifted MMP.

This inexplicable note, accompanied by a windless coolness, gave him a sense of foreboding.

How can a note fall in a cave where there shouldn't be wind?

Who would leave him such a vague message?

Could it be.

As if thinking of something, Martin asked as he looked around into the air.

"Excuse me, anyone?"

He had reason to suspect that the note was deliberately given to him by an existence that he could not see.

"Is that the little girl just now? Is that you? ”

It's a pity that I asked many times in a row, but there was no reply in the cave.

Martin's nature told him that a soldier's instinct is to face danger rather than avoid it, and he leaned over to pick up the note and examine it carefully.

The paper was covered with ink, as if someone had written in a hurry, or perhaps it was years of friction that made it difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the words.

He tried to rub the handwriting on the paper to see if he could make out more information, but the rain had almost diluted it.

After thinking for a moment, he returned his gaze to the entrance of the cave and made up his mind to exit the cave to see if he could find some clues in the rain.

Martin put on partially dry clothes, pressed the fire down slightly, took his axe, and walked out of the cave on guard.

The rain was still slanting down, and my vision was unusually hazy in the wind and rain, and my feet made a dull sound on the muddy ground, and my heart was beating in my chest.

Aside from muddy mountain roads and rain-soaked trees, he doesn't seem to have found any clues that could solve the mystery.

He walked to the dirt slope directly above the cave, where the rain formed a small torrent that ate away at the dirt of the hillside.

Martin looked closely along the running water and found signs of human movement in the soil

He stopped, following the directions and digging carefully.

As the dirt is cut away little by little, a small wooden box is revealed in the dirt and sewage.

The box looks old, washed away by the rain and lost its original color, but its tightly closed lid and impermeable construction make it seem that the contents have survived.

A wave of doubt grew in his mind, and Martin returned to the cave, took off his clothes, baked it, and then carefully examined the box.

There are also several faded photos of an elderly couple and their family members on the outside of the box, looking happy and peaceful.

And underneath the photograph is the engraved handwriting.

It reads: "My dear, if you see this news, please send these memories back to our home. ”

And just like that, Martin understood what the note said "Help me. What does it mean to send it back.

"If that's the case, he means to send this box somewhere?"

I understand, I understand, but where to send it, Martin is also confused.

"Should I say it or not, what is in it?"

Human curiosity is endless, especially when this box is not simple at first glance.

"The other party took great pains to remind me that there must be something very nice in it?"

Not only him, but the atmosphere of the entire live broadcast room was mobilized by him.

Countless people want to see what exactly is inside this box.

[I think it might be a trick! 】

[Although I also know that this box contains good things, how can the trick weapon be so easy to obtain. 】

[We Martin are lucky, the chosen ones, favored by God, have a problem? 】

[Fart! How many meters of grave grass are there now, right? 】

[I feel that the box is similar to the peach wood sword that Jiang Xiao robbed. 】

[Hey, this is very likely]

Jiang Xiao's peachwood sword is an old object, and this box is also an old object, and it may contain the same type of thing.

Why?

Jiang Xiao had big doubts in his mind.

He found out that in the previous summer, the existence in the strange talk liked to eat stir-fried vegetables.

But now in winter, they have collectively changed to eating hot pot again.

It was only noon, but because of the rainstorm, the sky looked as dark as six or seven o'clock in the evening.

There was some silence at the table.

The hot pot was steaming hot, and the four people sitting around the table were also pregnant.

Bao Lebin has been busy until now, and finally brought the last plate of washed spinach and fresh shrimp.

"Okay, Curator, take a look, today's lunch is rich enough, right?"

"Okay, it's okay, you can sit down and eat together."

Bao Lebin sat down obediently, Jiang Xiao took the lead in moving his chopsticks, and at the same time told them the details of his battle against Spider-Man last night.

One thing to say, Jiang Xiao, who grew up listening to stories, also has a hand in storytelling, which makes the other people feel like they are there.

Especially when they heard that Spider-Man's defense was against the sky, Jiang Xiao couldn't break his defense at all, and at the same time, he was blocked underground by Spider-Man and didn't let him leave.

Bao Lebin's palms were sweaty.

The story is some, Jiang Xiao's words turned around and threw a bombshell.

"By the way, when I got Grimace last night, she said she didn't have any ill will towards us, just kindly wanted to remind us."

The chopsticks of the other three were also beaten, and their faces showed surprise.

"Remind us of what?" The curator asked.

"Remind us that there's a bad guy in the funeral home."

quiescence

The atmosphere at the dinner table instantly stiffened.

Are there bad people in the funeral home?

Promise.

There are four people on the scene in total, if there are bad guys, isn't it just one of the four on the spot?

No, excluding Jiang Xiao himself, that is one of the three.

"Fake, right? Did she have any evidence or find anything? ”

The night watchman, who had few words, asked Jiang Xiao.

"Not really."

"Jiang Xiao, you are still young, the other party is not a living person, you must remember not to fall for the devil, maybe this is the other party's discord."

Jiang Xiao nodded, and didn't say anything, this is indeed the other party's one-sided words.

Although he was willing to believe the little girl in his heart, there was no substantial evidence after all

'Huh~'

A dark shadow flashed outside the window of the hall.

"Curator, a bit of a silly question, this funeral home. Is it just the four of us? ”

On the other side, Okato Hirotsuka also finished eating, and his life has been very comfortable in the past few days.

Whoever dares to bare his teeth to himself, he backhanded the female corpse in his face, this trick is unpleasant.

This is not?

Bao Lebin's big grievance is still washing the dishes, so he went back to the dormitory to take a beautiful nap.

"Think about it carefully, in fact, it's not impossible to spend ten years like this~ Eat and live, and you don't have to do any work, it seems to be good, right?"

After talking to himself, Okato Hirozuka also asked the female corpse who shared the bed.

"yes, who's to say it isn't."

"Hey, hey, you think so too? Mostly me"

(End of chapter)