Tomb Raiders Notes: If Innocence Had a Brother

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A large number of people came in and out. When the ward became quiet, a man pushed the door open, pulled out a chair and sat on it.

The person who came here looked like he was in his twenties or early thirties. He had a very upright appearance, wore a pair of glasses, and had a more sophisticated look than the mistress back then.

While I was looking at him carefully, the man was looking through the information in his hand leisurely.

"Ahem." A slight cough sounded. I opened my eyes wide instantly and looked in the direction of the sound with hazy eyes.

"Ahem, wipe your saliva first."

I subconsciously touched the corner of my mouth, okay, he was right. The old man blushed and wiped the saliva from his cheeks.

Zhang Rishan was confused. The head of Jie Da said that he had met someone, "I think that move is somewhat similar to Zhang Qiling. And he has more than one black gold weapon in his hand."

There are only a few pieces of information about this young man named Wu Kang. The earliest record was when he came to Beijing to enter the desert convoy. The Jie family had already sent someone to find Lin Zhao, who made a mask, and arranged a bet to enter the convoy. Damn, but no real conclusions.

However, the information said that Wu Kang was indeed Wu Yiqiong's son, which made Zhang Rishan show a playful expression.

After Zhang Rishan cleared his mind, he looked up and saw Wu Kang with his mouth open and drooling.

"Kid, do you know who your mother is?" Zhang Rishan sat down again and asked. "Who taught you Kung Fu?"

"?" I was stunned for a moment and rolled up my dead eyes. "Who are you? How can you tell me the name of my mother at will... This young master has a unique skeleton. He is a genius that is rare to see in a century. I have a copy of this book that fell from the sky. For the sake of our fate, I will let you take home the ninety-nine yuan instead of the ninety-nine yuan..."

"My name is Zhang Rishan, the boss of Qiongqi Company." Zhang Rishan replied.

"Oh, your name is Zhang...Ri..." Wu Kang looked shocked.

"Yes, my name is Zhang Rishan." Zhang Rishan rarely sees such a lively junior.

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang, I have a serious illness, please don't think like me." I took a quick look at him. This uncle named Zhang had a double ring in one hand and a white jade finger ring in the other.

"As long as you know me, who is your mother? And who mastered your kung fu?" Zhang Rishan asked.

I trembled and told the story about "Lin Daiyu uprooting the weeping willow" again.

"So, you are indeed Wu Yiqiong's son." Zhang Rishan asked calmly.

I nodded.

"One thing, I just guessed that your mother may be from the Zhang family. But as for which lineage it is, we need to consider it in the long run."

I dug my ears, "What? I'm not, stop talking nonsense, I'm suing you for slander!"

Zhang Rishan looked at me quietly, seemingly waiting for me to calmly accept the news.

After Zhang Rishan left, I covered my head with the quilt and wanted to cry but had no tears. From Laojiumen to Shahai, Zhang Rishan can be regarded as a centenarian. I don’t really want to die here.

Three days passed in a flash. Zhang Rishan came here several times during this period, but he didn't stay long. He chatted for a few words and left again.

Early on the fourth morning, three unfamiliar faces pushed in the door and took the box behind. As soon as they met, they lifted up my sleeves and took a needle to draw my blood.

When Zhang Rishan arrived, I was standing on the bed, shouting, "You fools, you dare to fight." I was holding a slipper in my hand, and the person taking blood next to me had a shoe sole mark on his face.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Rishan shouted angrily.

The ward was completely quiet, the staff left in an orderly manner, and even closed the door considerately.

"Still not coming down?" Zhang Rishan yelled at me, holding up his slippers and looking nondescript.

"Uncle Zhang, you really don't blame me for this." I said as I threw the slippers on the ground and sat cross-legged on the bed. "They came up and held my arms to draw blood. They also came up to take off my clothes."

Zhang Rishan held his forehead and said, "It's my fault that I didn't tell you clearly in advance. I brought them to test your genetic sequence."

I:?

"The Zhang family has longevity genes," Zhang Rishan said. "Jie Yuhua said that you are thirty-four this year, but you look like you are only in your early twenties, so I want to test your genetic sequence."

"Uncle Zhang, this is unnecessary." My head almost shook like a rattle.

"I'm doing it for your own good too." Zhang Rishan took out a dozen pieces of paper and handed it to me like a magic trick.

I picked it up in confusion. There were simplified notations for some weapons on it. The top ones showed chain mail gloves, a black gold epee, a black gold knife and a pair of daggers. I took a quick look at the ones at the back, and they were all kinds of black gold products.

"I heard that you have a lot of black gold weapons." Hearing Zhang Rishan say this, I had a bad feeling.

"These black gold are rare metals. Use a little less." I looked at Zhang Rishan warily.

"If you are a Zhang family member, the most I can say is don't throw things away. It's not good if you hit flowers and plants, right?"

"What if I'm not from the Zhang family?" I asked.

Zhang Rishan motioned me to turn to the last page.

"Hiss." I took a breath of cold air and allowed me to count how many zeros there were.

I rolled up my sleeves: "It's time to prove that blood is thicker than water."

After drawing the blood, I lay on the bed with eyes blank, and said to Zhang Rishan who was about to leave: "Uncle Zhang, please contact my father and see if he can redeem me."

Zhang Rishan shook his head, "Wu Xie owed the Crescent Hotel the hundreds of millions for lighting the sky lanterns, and Wu Yiqiong didn't even think about paying it back, let alone your cheap son."

After everyone left, I took out a nine-section whip from under the pillow, twisted my wrist a few times and put it back. I don’t know if the blood composition will change during the experience card period.

Facts have proven that the products produced by the system must be of high quality. The next day, Zhang Rishan took the test report and looked at me with a complicated expression. "I really didn't see any trace of the Zhang family in you."

I smiled awkwardly but politely. "Uncle Zhang, you see, one family doesn't speak the same language as the other. As for me, I originally planned to go to the desert to find my brother, but by some strange combination of circumstances, I ended up in Guibao Land. Now I can sort out the matter, and I can be sent to him later. Are you going to Gutongjing?"

"Of course Gu Tongjing will send you there, but now is not the time." Zhang Rishan had other plans, which appeared this afternoon.

"My dad said that tattoos affect height." I said.

"The president said, if you don't get tattooed, you will be compensated." The tattoo master picked up the matter without any panic, "The president also said, the compensation for beating the tattoo master will be doubled."

"I don't care, I'm not afraid of boiling water."

The master reluctantly dialed President Zhang’s phone number.

"The Zhang family all live long lives. You can pay back the money you owe slowly." Zhang Rishan emphasized the word "slowly".

"...Master, please be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."

On the Sichuan-Tibet Line, the car just pulled into the rest stop to fill up with water.

Wu Xie had already taken off his outer clothes and was bathing in the highly penetrating sunlight in Tibetan areas in the state of a lama.

Wang Meng kept calling on the side. His face changed a little, and he turned back and said to Wu Xie: "The line was interrupted. That bitch threw my phone." The bitch he said was referring to Liang Wan.

I staggered out of the car with a portable oxygen tank in my hand.

"I told you, young master, please don't come down." Wang Meng said she was disgusted, but she still quickly reached out to help him.

Not long ago, Zhang Rishan's people led me to block Wu Xie's car and directly asked me to join the gang.

This kind of unplanned thing made Wu Xie instinctively repelled. Then the Zhang family guy took off my shirt and put five warm baby stickers on me, and Qiongqi tattoos appeared on my body.

"President Zhang said this person is good for you." Wu Xie didn't ask any questions, and directly loaded the person into the car and took him to Medog.