Starting from the ultimate, the keeper behind the Nine Gates

The three of them immediately squatted in a circle around the iron box, ready to find out.

Fatty Wang just stretched out his hand, but then he suddenly remembered something, stopped his hand in mid-air, and looked back and forth between the little brother and Wu Tianzhen.

He said slightly worriedly: "Brothers, I said there won't be any dangerous goods like bombs here, right?"

Hearing this, Wu Tianzhen rolled his eyes and complained, "Do you think I'm stupid? You put the bomb next to the bed because you think you'll live longer?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the little brother suddenly said, "Not necessarily."

His tone was calm and concise, and he seemed unaware of how horrifying he had said.

Seeing that both of them changed their expressions and looked at him, the younger brother looked down at the iron box again and added four more words, "I don't feel good."

"Look, I'll just say it!"

Fatty Wang pulled his hand back without hesitation and said sternly: "There is definitely something wrong with something that can make me feel bad after losing my memory."

When the little brother said this, Wu Tianzhen was not sure and did not refute Fatty Wang's words.

After hesitating for a moment, he simply stood up and patted the dirt on his hands, "Forget it, we'll talk about it later when we get back."

Although the light is still a little dark now, you can already see things. People in the village are accustomed to getting up early and may be caught if they delay.

Fatty Wang and the younger brother had no objection to this, so they took the photos away and quickly returned to the village chief's house with the box.

There were surprises along the way.

However, when they tiptoed back to the room and saw the thin wire dropped to the ground by the door, the three of them looked at each other with meaningful expressions.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Wu Tianzhen spoke: "There is indeed a problem with the village chief's family."

This thread was specially pinned in the crack of the door before he went out. Apparently someone slipped in while they were away.

If it was an indirect reminder from Jiang Xing before, then it is basically confirmed now.

However, Fatty Wang didn't want to accept this reality. He put the iron box on the table without looking back and said with a frown: "That's not necessarily true. Maybe he is an accomplice with slumped shoulders?"

"We can't just say otherwise without evidence."

Although he didn't look back, his eyes kept glancing diagonally behind him to guard against being beaten.

But I didn't expect to hear Wu Tianzhen agree at this time: "It makes sense..."

Fatty Wang's lips instantly rose, and he was about to turn back to further analyze his guess.

As soon as I turned my head, I faced a big cock fight head on!

"Snapped!"

Wu Tianzhen continued ruthlessly: "It makes no sense."

The crisp sound was enough to show how hard he was working.

Fatty Wang held his head and ran around in pain, but he didn't dare to howl because he was worried about waking up the person in his dream.

After a long moment of calming down, Fatty Wang bared his teeth at Wu Tianzhen and shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"I almost got a concussion!"

Wu Tianzhen glared back unconvinced and said angrily: "Let you sober up and save your life from being put in someone else's hands for being so considerate."

The two of them were fighting like cocks, neither of them convinced of the other.

While the two of them were staring at each other, the younger brother came to the table and put his finger on the iron box and slowly moved it across it.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his expression solemn.

Seeing this, the two stopped arguing. They hid behind the younger brother and stretched their necks to watch his movements.

At this time, the little brother suddenly reached back. Wu Tianzhen took his hand without thinking, and said with a serious look on his face: "Come on, little brother, don't worry, if there is any problem, I will pull you away immediately!"

But at this moment, the little brother suddenly pulled his hand back.

Turning his head slightly to meet Wu Tianzhen's puzzled eyes, the little brother said expressionlessly: "Dagger."

"..."

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Wu Tianzhen twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, then Sansan took his hand back and turned to touch the dagger at his waist.

While handing it over, he murmured in a rather resentful tone: "Even if I'm bored, I'm still an idiot..."

Hearing this, the young man paused as he took the dagger, and finally turned back to pry up the iron box without saying anything.

Fatty Wang took the opportunity to tilt his body and lick his face, he came closer to Wu Tianzhen and sneered, "You're being sentimental, aren't you?"

"This is how the tides turn, and you deserve to harm Fatty!"

Wu Tianzhen was too lazy to look at his triumphant face, so he simply turned his back and went to sort out the photos.

Fatty Wang was not annoyed at being ignored. He pulled up the stool and crossed his legs to find the most comfortable position to leisurely watch the two of them working.

The little brother found a small gap at the bottom of the box, inserted the dagger into it, and gently pried it twice.

There was just a 'click' sound and the box suddenly popped open.

Fatty Wang was so shocked that he quickly hid behind the chair with lightning speed.

The lightness of his body and his quick movements were incompatible with his size.

However, after seeing the things in the iron box, he suddenly dropped his face and said with disgust: "What did I think it was?"

"Brother, what kind of hard life have you lived in the past? How can you treat a piece of scrap metal and a pile of straw as a treasure?"

After saying that, he sat back down again, his attitude so natural that it was completely different from the embarrassment he had just been running around with his head in his arms.

The little brother picked up the fallen piece of iron, frowned slightly, weighed it and said in a deep voice, "It's lighter than iron."

Hearing this, Fatty Wang took the iron lump suspiciously and weighed it up and down like the younger brother, but he didn't feel anything at all.

Fatty Wang raised his head and glanced at his younger brother, and whispered: "Is it a human scale? Is it so accurate?"

He couldn't figure out anything from the weight, so he had to start with the appearance.

This piece of iron is about the size of an adult man's palm and shaped like a gourd. The surface is pitted and has some corrosion and some rust.

From this point of view, at least the outside of this thing is made of iron.

There is a vague pattern engraved on the iron sheet, but most of it is corroded and it is difficult to recognize its original appearance. Only an area the size of a fingertip is still intact.

Fatty Wang cleaned off some of the reddish-brown rust around it, and repeatedly identified the scattered patterns that should be some kind of medieval language.

But this is a bit beyond his knowledge.

So Fatty Wang subconsciously looked at Wu Tianzhen, who was better at this aspect.

However, Fatty Wang was stunned the next second, and saw Wu Tianzhen staring at the spread out photos without blinking, sitting there with a gloomy expression.

The air pressure was low, and it felt like a storm was coming.

They have known each other for such a long time, and the dangers they have experienced together are even worse than going up mountains of swords and seas of fire, and sometimes they have to be wary of people's schemes.

Even so, it is rare to see Tianzhen look so angry.

Fatty Wang's heart suddenly sank. He ignored the iron block in his hand and looked at the photos on the table.

These photos were obviously taken some years ago. They are all in black and white, and some places have turned yellow due to improper protection.

Different from the shadow photos of slumped shoulders that I got from Chu Guangtou before, the people in these photos are very clear.

Without exception, the protagonists are all little brothers!

From a shooting point of view, these photos should have been taken secretly.

Fatty Wang's pupils suddenly shrank, he excitedly picked up a photo, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he roared angrily: "What's going on?!"

"Is the person above really the little brother?"

In the photo, the young man was naked and stuffed into a wooden cage. His hands were tied and his body was covered with scars. His eyes were lifeless and looking at the camera.

What makes Fatty Wang even more uncomfortable is that the little brother who looks cold on the outside but is well-behaved on the inside has an iron chain tied around his neck!

Treated like domestic animals!

Fatty Wang was angry and distressed, and wanted to cut the culprit who abused his little brother into pieces.