Tomb robbery notes fan BG abyss

Fatty's house was quite big, with three bedrooms and one living room. Except for his own room, the other two rooms were full of guys who had been fighting and hadn't had time to get rid of them.Fortunately, the fat man was not missed by the thief.

The fat man is also generous, and he is not afraid that I will take these things away when I see Qian's eyes open.

He tossed and fiddled a few times, somehow the two rooms could barely accommodate people.Seeing the way he brushed the weapon aside indifferently, to be honest, my flesh hurts.

I knew that Fatty was unreliable. After he took the Poker bottle home, he casually explained to me a few words and rushed out the door, leaving me alone in the living room facing Poker who was stuck in a daze on the sofa. Bottle was speechless.

He hasn't changed his position since he sat down. This, this person, is the power off?

I carefully made a semi-circle, avoiding his attempt to go to the kitchen to check for food.After a while, I came out dejectedly, and said to the man who was nestled on the sofa and seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes closed: "That, that, little brother, would you mind going out for dinner with me?"

He didn't answer, just opened his eyes, stood up silently, and obediently walked to the entrance and bent over to put on his shoes.

The alleys in old Beijing twist and turn, and there are rows of sycamore trees on the side of the road.The setting sun at dusk sprinkled the dim light through the leaves, and when we walked side by side, the light and shadow shone brightly on our faces.

I am not familiar with Beijing, but in a situation where I am even more unfamiliar than me, I can only stiffen my neck and pretend to be familiar with it to lead the newcomer Boyouping.I casually pointed to a shop by the side of the road, and I sat in without asking his opinion.

"What do you two want to eat?" Immediately, a clerk came up to greet him. He heard that Beijing movie was authentic, but the yellow hair on the young man's head always made people feel nondescript.

After ordering a few side dishes at random, silence quickly spread during the waiting time.I raised my eyelids and looked at the stuffy oil bottle that looked like a big Buddha on the opposite side. I didn't expect him to speak, but I didn't want the atmosphere to be dull, so I could only take out my mobile phone to play.

Unexpectedly, as soon as it was turned on, it vibrated desperately. I almost didn't hold it, so I pressed the phone with a little force. After checking, I found that it was full of short messages.Basically, they are sent by the guys, similar to "Second Miss, where are you now?" "The Second Master is arresting someone!" "If you come back from Yunnan and don't report to the Second Master, the Second Miss wants to fly solo " "Second miss, please don't come back, you'll hit the gun when you come back, and the second master has recently turned over old debts!" ​​and so on.

Closing the lid decisively, I decided to keep out of sight and out of mind.

A few seconds later, I timidly opened the lid again and decided to call my dad.

After dialing a series of numbers, the phone started beeping.After more than ten seconds, no one answered, and for more than twenty seconds, no one answered.

Damn, play psychological tactics with me!

I almost crushed the phone, but I still didn't have the guts to do it.Just at the moment when it was about to hang up automatically in a few seconds, there was a very soft "click" sound, and the old man's voice sounded leisurely—or faintly: "Wu You, you still know call back?"

On this bright day, I just shivered: "Old, old man, I, don't I miss you?"

"Why, did you earn 20 yuan or [-] yuan when you went to Yunnan to fight this time?" Dad said leisurely, as if he had a good idea of ​​my answer.

"No, I didn't get any good goods, and all the equipment was sold off." I finished in a low voice.

"Old rules, you are responsible for the broken equipment. Didn't you break it, buddy?"

I immediately shook my head violently: "No, no, no! No one is missing an arm or a leg, and they are all alive and kicking! Even if I fold myself inside, it won't hurt my brother, right?"

"That's good, come back quickly, I have something important to tell you here."

"Can't you talk on the phone?"

There hesitated for a moment: "It's inconvenient to say on the phone. Hang up first."

"Ah, hello! Hey, old man!" There was a decisive "beep-beep-" busy tone, and I didn't have time to tell him, and I didn't even know when I could go back.

Forget it, since Dad didn't emphasize when to go back, it probably isn't a particularly important matter, let's do things here first.

I looked up at the Poker bottle. He had already finished eating. He tilted his head and looked at the street outside the door through the floor-to-ceiling windows.The storefront signs on the street outside have been lit up with golden neon lights, which is quite a bit of the style of the imperial city.There were not many pedestrians, but they all looked leisurely and walked by with their mobile phones pressed.

After paying the bill, I stingily packed away the rest of the dishes.When I was leaving the store, I pushed open the glass door. Suddenly, I accidentally bumped into a child rushing out from behind me.He yelled loudly, "Auntie, I'm sorry!" He rushed out of the store and disappeared without a trace.

"Ah, auntie..." I stopped where I was, so depressed that I didn't even have anyone to vent to.

I... I was actually treated as an aunt...

Shaking my head and deciding not to worry about it, I turned around and realized that Poker Bottle had disappeared at some point.

Eh?Ah class?

This, this professional missing person!

I stomped my feet resentfully, turned around and glanced in the store, but found no one.It appears to have run off into the street.

Fortunately, Wu Xie even patted his chest and promised that Poor Oil Bottle is easy to raise, so you should show me how to raise it!Kindergarten children don't even bring it, so just throw it away!Stuffy oil bottle kid!

"Bored...ah no, Zhang—hey, what is Zhang..." I stood by the side of the road trying to remember the name of this person, but sadly found that I couldn't even yell at him to find someone.I usually call him a little brother, and no one makes a mistake. When I call him a little brother, it must be him. People on the road call him dumb Zhang, so I only know his surname Zhang. When he announced his family name, I didn't pay attention to listen, and now I forgot his name completely in a hurry.

What's the matter with Zhang, remember that his name is related to the dead, Zhang Coffin?Zhang Mingzhi?Or is Zhang carrying the coffin?

It's over, it's over, this time I lost people, Wu Xie has to kill me!His brother's brain is not working well, what should he do if he ran into the street and was sold?He looks stupid at first glance, even if he is asked to count money for others, he won't know how to do it!Does he know what the red man is?

Speaking of money, I have to count on him for 1 yuan a day!

No, wait a minute, if I wait here, will he come back to find me if he realizes that he is lost?

As soon as this idea came up, I strangled to death, and I scolded myself for being an idiot.I have heard stories about waiting for a rabbit since I was a child, and I knew that the rabbit would not bump into it by itself.

Wu You, you fucking have to face reality!

When I was struggling, Poker Bottle suddenly appeared in front of me: "I'm back."

"You still know to come back...ah no, where have you been?"

He didn't answer, just turned around and walked in the direction of the fat man's house.His hands were in his pockets, and the hood of his blue hoodie half-hid his face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly for a moment.

"Hey, you fucking stop! Where did you go just now? Don't ignore me! Hey!" I rushed up angrily, "Don't think I'm as good-tempered as Brother Tianzhen, he won't beat you, I will! No vocal cords It's broken, why don't you speak? You are cold and violent!"

He ignored me, but his steps were a bit bigger. I was a head shorter than him, and my legs were naturally not as long as his. I followed him at a trot. If someone else was watching from the side, they would definitely sigh "this idiot".

He ran all the way to the door of the fat man's house.

Poker bottle took out the key and opened the door. When I saw the key, I immediately touched myself reflexively, and found that the wallet containing the key was missing. When I looked up, I saw Poker bottle throwing away my wallet and key without saying a word. to the shoe cabinet.

Before I figured out the situation, he got into his room, locked the door, and didn't know why he went there.

Standing on the spot and thinking about it with my head tilted, I figured, could it be that my wallet was touched by that brat just now, and Poker Bottle was going to bully the child—no, he helped me get my wallet back?

If this is the case, then his image in my mind has evolved a little bit from "thousand-year-old zongzi in human skin" to "500-year-old zongzi in human skin".

There is a very important reason for calling him Zongzi, that is, if one day my brain twitches and I talk to Zongzi in the bucket, the response I receive will never be human.

Dumb Zhang fits that well.

He has reached a certain level of cherishing words like gold.

Sitting at the desk and connecting to the Internet, I used Fatty’s laptop to surf the Internet. Originally, I just wanted to find a random web game to pass the time, but found the name “Wu Sanxing, Xie Lianhuan” in the history of the browser.

After hesitating for a moment, I pressed search, and only one old photo was eligible, with a list of members of the Xisha archaeological team 20 years ago.

The fish is here with me.

Staring at the photo, I carefully identified each face.

That young man is the third uncle, and the beautiful woman next to him should be Wen Jin, and I don't know anyone else.Knowing the existence of Wenjin was the third uncle who said it himself when he was drunk one day, and he fell asleep without mentioning much.

Maybe the story between him and Wenjin will always be a mystery.

This piece of information didn't arouse my interest, so I just found a web game and started to pass the time.

At night, the fat man still didn't come back.

In line with the principle of not interfering in other people's private affairs, I turned off the light without any worries, lay down on my own bed, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a long and thin shadow standing at the door of the room at some point, and a Ji Ling immediately turned over and sat down. Get up, "Crack!" Turn on the headlights, and take advantage of the momentum with your left hand to touch the dark bag tied on the outside of your thigh.

It turned out to be a stuffy oil bottle.

relieved.

Also, at this time, in this place, who else could be there?

"What's the matter?" I slowly put down my hand, wondering if the bathroom faucet might be broken - I shouldn't be looking for me if it's broken!

"There's something. Come and have a look." He turned around and walked away quietly after speaking.I turned over and got out of bed, put on my slippers, followed him into the corridor, and turned a corner into his room.

His bed had already been dug out from a pile of open objects by the fat man. At this time, there was a jar on top of the bed, which looked simple and heavy.I could tell at a glance that it was a clay pot, but there were no patterns on the surface, so I couldn't tell the age.Probably more practical than ornamental.

As soon as Poker Bottle reached out, he picked up the jar and handed it to me.

"What's the matter, this clay pot? Hmm? It seems to contain something, is it solid?" I took it over and looked around.The clay pot was sealed, and when it was shaken, it seemed that there was something inside.Ordinary clay pots are not so light, but apart from the weight, there is nothing wrong with it.

Unable to see the way, I raised my head and cast a questioning look at him, which fell into his calm eyes like stagnant water.

He said slowly: "You said, what's inside is solid?"

"Hmm, what's up?"

He reached out and took the clay pot from my hand: "It's not."

I waited for him to finish speaking.But Pokerfing just stared at the clay pot in his hand dully, and didn't move for a while.Presumably the power went out again.

I braced myself and asked, "Then tell me, what is it?"

He didn't look back, just holding the pot in his left hand, he touched the edge of the clay pot with the extremely long index and middle fingers of his right hand, and selected an angle. Before I could see it clearly, the pot was opened somehow .

It's like playing.

As soon as the jar was opened, an unpleasant smell emanated immediately, like the smell of coffin fluid, but it could only be regarded as coffin fluid that had passed the expiration date, making it difficult to breathe.

I held my nose and took a few steps back: "Brother, what's so strange about this jar?"

"This jar has not been opened for thousands of years, but there are living things inside." His flat tone gave me the illusion of "ah, actually this kind of thing is nothing unusual".

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted: "What is it?"

He shook his head slowly, looking a bit depressed: "I don't know this kind of creature. But it's not aggressive, because with the personality of a fat man, he won't keep dangerous things at home."

... Didn't he put you at home, and you still look for his treasures.With so many treasures, you only took this one jar for research. Have you installed an ultrasonic locator?

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly moved.

His tone seemed to be very familiar with Fatty.

"Let me see." I took a step forward, and he silently handed the jar to me. I peeked in through the light and found a creature curled up in the corner of the jar.This creature looks like a rabbit, but it has no fur on its body. Its long ears are attached to its back, which looks like a skinned rabbit. The reason why it is sure that it is still alive is because its green eyes are staring at me.If you look closely, there is still light flowing in those eyes.

"I have an impression." I narrowed my eyes, "I heard from my father when I was a child, he said that his buddy once saw a creature like a plucked rabbit on a mural when he was fighting. The murals all tell the story between this creature and its owner. The owner dug it out of the ground, raised it, it ate everything, and was valued by the owner for some unknown reasons. The owner took it away All over the country, most of the murals are the scene of climbing and trekking with the owner behind and it in front. The murals are finished here, but logically speaking, there should be the last one, but the guys couldn’t find it. Finally, they The small coffin prepared for it was found in the main tomb in Douli. When they opened it, there was nothing inside. At this time, they found a painting on the inside of the small coffin, which was attached to the wall. Contents of the last mural."

Having said that, I shuddered, and suddenly felt that the things in my hands were much heavier.

Poker bottle didn't speak, but listened to me quietly.

I swallowed my saliva: "At the end of the mural, it ate its own master, including the skin and flesh. Therefore, in the large coffin in the main tomb, there are only funerary objects and no corpses."

Poker Ping was not affected by my fear. After thinking for a while, he continued to ask: "Aside from these, what else is there on the mural?"

I shook my head and forced myself to recall: "Blood... the guy said, the mural was full of blood, and it was fresh blood, as if it had just come out of the body, as if... the whole wall had been peeled Same thing, blood oozing out from the wall bricks. The guy felt bad, because there was nothing valuable in the tomb, so he kowtowed to the coffin, and exited from the tomb without taking anything. Nothing happened afterwards, It’s just that I heard that Chen Pi’s group of people went in and didn’t come out again, so I don’t know if it’s true or not. I didn’t expect..."

I swallowed, and continued in a trembling voice: "I didn't expect to see it here..."

Poker bottle frowned slightly, stared suddenly, and yelled: "No, put the lid on!" As soon as he finished speaking, the hand that was going to take the lid was put down again, and instead, he held the handful of black gold behind his back. Gu Dao stared in my direction with stern eyes.

I looked down and there was nothing in the jar.

Slowly raising my head, I saw my frightened expression reflected in the mirror behind Poker-Face.

That weird creature was sticking its head out from behind me.

The author has something to say: So I couldn't help but write another chapter before the winter vacation...