Pingxie colleagues one by one, the flowers bloom on the Mo, and the king returns

It's just that Wu Xie was still too naive, and no matter what he did later, he didn't force the little brother to speak again, and he expressed his depression.But only he himself knows that the heart in his chest is about to burst out of his flesh because of this person's words.

Are those wet eyes tears?No, that was his ten years of persistence, thoughts, and all the happiness and hope.There is no one else like Zhang Qiling, who can make tears well in his eyes with a single sentence...

Wu Xie buried her head in his little brother's arms, covering up his tears of joy, and also his bitterness and happiness.

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything, although he was not as thoughtful as Wu Xie, but as smart as him, how could he not know.

The hand on Wu Xie's back patted Wu Xie's back clumsily, again and again, with a temperature that reassured him.

The dream he had never been able to achieve.

Did he finally drag the god down from the altar?

of course!

Wu Xie thought.

Zhang Qiling may have never done such a thing in his life, he never thought that such hands could be so gentle.

Wu Xie lay in his little brother's arms, enjoying this man's rare moment of ease.People are always like this, when they are at ease, they always think about those unpredictable dangers.

He was suddenly afraid, and the fear that he had ignored at the beginning suddenly flooded in like a flood finding a sloping mouth.Afraid of those unknown fears and conspiracies, afraid that he finally waited for this person, and the next thing he faced with them was either life or death.

It is undeniable that when he had this plan in the beginning, he would once again put his life on the scales, doing the things he hated the most.Even he was ready to die, he just bet his own life.So it reduces his stress to a great extent.

He has been in their line of work for a long time, whoever didn't tie his head to his trouser belt, many years ago, he was no longer afraid of death.This may be like what his third uncle said, when you live to a certain level, what you value is that everything you have is illusory.

So this time, he risked everything, except for this person, he had nothing to lose.

Can't lose anymore.

He has always hoped that everyone is well, maybe as long as this matter is over, everyone will really get better.

But now that he had finally waited until this person was willing to hold his hand, Wu Xie was suddenly frightened. If he died, he would never see him again...

In an instant, his brain was running rapidly. Since he came here, all his thoughts have almost become his own state. As long as he keeps going, he doesn't need to think too much. Anyway, as long as he reaches the final destination, he will That's ok, nothing else matters.So he didn't really think about what happened at all.Compared with the naive Comrade Wu Xie who had to ponder over and over again no matter what happened in the past, Wu Xie is now in a rhythm of dying, completely without the sense of urgency to face what happened after it happened.

He thought, the little brother probably felt it too, he only cared about the result and didn't care about the process at all.

From this point of view, it really seems to be sent to die.

Thinking of this, Wu Xie suddenly raised his head, put his hands on the little brother's shoulders, looked at those indifferent black eyes, he felt that he needed to make some clarifications: "Brother, I didn't want to commit suicide, really! "I almost raised my hand and swear to God.

Zhang Qiling just looked at Wu Xie with a blank expression on his face, but Wu Xie felt it inexplicably.

That kind of strong contempt.

I rub it.

After Wu Xie came out from the shadow of being despised by his younger brother, he began to think.He used his somewhat rusty brain to think about the situation along the way.

Why does everything here seem to be related to Nuwa Fuxi? Is it because Nuwa Fuxi has some inevitable connection with longevity?

Nuwa and Fuxi can be said to be a great legend in Chinese history.Nuwa is the mother of the earth, and it can also be said that she created everything in this world.

That's why there are so many statues of Nuwa here, which makes sense after thinking about it.But think about those half-human, half-snake monsters I saw before.The little brother said that this is a ceremony, so is this ceremony the so-called longevity?

If that kind of thing can be counted as longevity, it would be disgusting.

A large group of half-human, half-snake things appeared in Wu Xie's mind playing mahjong together, bragging, forcing, and smiled and said to him: "Boy, three missing one, let's play a game?"

Thinking of this, Wu Xie trembled all over and shuddered.

Zhang Qiling felt it, and asked, "Cold?"

Wu Xie shook his head, shrank back into Zhang Qiling's arms, and suddenly thought of something and asked, "Brother, was your Xisha archaeological team a national team?"

Zhang Qiling was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Wu Xie to ask this suddenly, he paused before nodding.

Wu Xie thought, sure enough, Xisha's team belonged directly to the national team back then.

But one thing I don't understand is that if Xisha was originally a national team, did Wenjin know that the mysterious it was the national power?

But Wu Xie felt that she probably didn't know. Wen Jin and Huo Ling switched with their fake substitutes. Maybe they didn't know how many forces were behind this incident at the time, or in other words, Xishana In the group of people, how many waves of people from different forces are there.

But if you think about it this way, it still doesn't make sense. If this is the case, then why did it keep chasing down the entire archaeological team of Wenjin and Xisha back then?

Or is it not the archaeological team that they are chasing, but one of them?

Wu Xie remembered what Wen Jin told him about the photo, and he suddenly thought of a possibility, what if the person taking the photo wasn't Third Uncle?

Because he didn't see two people who looked similar in the photo, he would naturally believe it under Wen Jin's guidance.But he overlooked a very important detail.

It's true that the third uncle reconciles Lianhuan as cousins, but it doesn't look like it can be seen in a black and white photo that is not highly recognizable.

And later, Xie Lianhuan must have been wearing a mask, otherwise it would not be so similar.

Then comes the biggest problem.

If Wen Jin really lied, then the person who took the photo was not the third uncle, so who is the 11th person?

He seems to be the most crucial origin of everything.

Wu Xie didn't know if he asked the little brother, would the little brother tell him.

But in fact, he no longer needs to ask, he has the answer himself.

Qi Yu.

This name popped up in his mind almost at the moment when the guess was made.

But why?

If this was the case, Wen Jin could not have mentioned No. 11 person at all, why did she mention it on purpose, and chose to make up a lie to deceive him?

In fact, as long as she ignored this and said directly that the third uncle had lied to him, according to him at the time, she wouldn't be too suspicious.

And what kind of role did Qi Yu play in the middle?

To him, this person who has only ever appeared by name, just hides such a big mystery.

Shao Bing said that they have been involved in the project from a very early stage, and because there are too many people involved in the project, they may not know each other.

So what about this Qi Yu, what kind of force is he from?

Thinking of this, Wu Xie felt a headache, Zhang Qiling noticed that his expression was wrong, and thought he was starting to hurt again.

"what happened?"

The little brother's voice pulled Wu Xie back, and looked up at the man's face, with a kind of concern in his eyes.

Wu Xie suddenly felt a lot more relieved. That's right, this time, he was not alone. After a while, he shared his messy thoughts with his little brother.

"He may not represent any force."

Wu Xie was taken aback by these words: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Qiling was silent for a while, and then said: "He may be the one with the most pure intentions among those people at that time." He paused for a while before continuing: "At least he thought so at the beginning."

"You mean, it was a plan for Qi Yu to be recruited into the archaeological team in the first place? And maybe he himself just thought it was an archaeological investigation?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head: "It wasn't the time in Xisha, it was the funeral in Guangxi."

Wu Xie felt cold all over, he seemed to understand what the little brother meant.

If the funeral procession was set up on purpose, it means that everyone in it has an impure purpose, but if Qi Yu's purpose is pure, why would they bring an unrelated person in there? .

Or was it that what they were going to send back was not a corpse, but a person!

If a body is easy to spot, what about a person?A 'corpse' who was in the archaeological team as a living person and entered the ancient building with them is obviously easier than carrying an immobile corpse!

Could it be said that the one the funeral procession wanted to send into the ancient building was actually Qi Yu in the first place?

They must have found something at that time, Qi Yu became the key, and the descendants of the Nine Schools in the University of Archeology at that time were trained, could it be said that it was to find such a person?

Or maybe Qi Yu's physique is the same as his now, there is some kind of the same key?

The key to this great mystery!

And when they discover this, the planning of it all begins.

"At that time, no one in the team knew that he might be transferred, Qi Yu was more likely to be unaware of this at the beginning, and after being transferred, could the subsequent team not know about it at all? So even Qi Yu killed the transfer package without knowing it?" Wu Xie asked.

Zhang Qiling shook his head: "It's also possible that they killed Qi Yu, turned him into a real corpse, and took him away."

Wu Xie thought of the corpse that was taken away, and suddenly realized that if there hadn't been a group of Pan Ma at that time, they would have killed the first batch of archaeologists in advance by mistake.The later group of people may not have entered the role so quickly, and took away the important corpse.

However, Wu Xie still couldn't figure out one thing, if the Banai archaeological team where Wen Jin was at that time had been killed and replaced.Could it be that the Wenjin he saw later was also fake?

Thinking of this, Wu Xie's stomach churned.

Zhang Qiling heard Wu Xie's doubts and said: "No, Wen Jin and Huo Ling back then. They probably just sneaked into the lake for investigation, so they escaped unharmed and hid down. And they must have replaced them in the army at that time. pretenders, that's why your third uncle and Xie Lianhuan appeared in the team."

Wu Xie thought for a while, and suddenly felt that, rather than being so young and vigorous, he must follow Wenjin to Xisha back then.Now that I think about it, if Wen Jin hadn't revealed it on purpose, how could Third Uncle know such a secret.

Thinking about what happened after that now makes a lot of sense.After entering the team, Wen Jin's identity may be seen through by the people in the team, and the third uncle knew all this happened, so in order to keep Wen Jin, he agreed to cooperate.

But with the unruly personality of the third uncle, how could he be manipulated by others, so he joined forces to understand Lianhuan.After the underwater tomb stunned everyone and took them to the sanatorium in Golmud, he helped Wenjin escape.

Afterwards, everything was just the beginning of a well-calculated——

Wu Xie suddenly thought of someone like him in that video, is that really Qi Yu?Is he really dead?

Zhang Qiling stroked Wu Xie's back, but did not speak.

Because I don't know what to say.

Wu Xie looked at the darkness in the distance, and said: "Brother, you said that if I want to destroy what so many people have worked so hard to hide over the years for my own selfishness, what if everything behind it cannot be tolerated?" In the world, it cannot be accepted by others, shouldn't I do this?"

A country that will do whatever it takes to thwart and conceal things—

Zhang Qiling rubbed Wu Xie's head, and said lightly: "Will you give up?"

Wu Xie pouted: "No."

Zhang Qi Ling"……"

What else to say.

Whatever's in front of it, I'll fuck it.Labor and capital have paid so much, and half of their lives are almost spent in it. Shouldn't they charge some interest and give me something in return?

Don't forget, I'm a businessman——