Tomb Raider

Chapter 3 Visitors (3)
I thought for a while and took a business card from the coffee table and handed it to him with both hands. Hu Zhimin took it, glanced at it casually, nodded, put it in his pocket and walked out without looking back.

As soon as he left, I quickly locked the door, picked up the wooden box, and ran to the bedroom. After closing the door tightly, I carefully took out a small wooden box from the drawer under the closet, and put them in the □□He took a deep breath.

Although the drawings that Ho Chi Min kept talking about were handed down from my family, they did not pass through the hands of my grandfather.At that time, due to the demolition of the ancestral house in the country, my old man accidentally found this thing in the room of my great-grandfather when he was packing up his belongings. My grandma packed it up carefully, and kept it sleeping in the room until the research was fruitless. inside this box.

When I took out the drawing from the wooden box, my thoughts became clear. It had been more than ten years, but it still made me very excited.After spreading out the drawings, I took out the piece of paper left by Ho Chi Minh, and after careful observation, I found that this piece of paper was only the bottom corner of the whole set of drawings, and there was no center at all.

After observing for an hour, I didn't find anything worth noticing, and I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. I guess my parents had the same idea at that time, so they kept it closed in the box.

Looking at the time, it's almost the same. If this thing is really so valuable, it's probably not something that a three-legged cat like me can tell.After thinking about it, I planned to fold up the drawing and put it in a wooden box, but at this moment, I suddenly discovered something weird.My first reaction was picture-in-picture.Because when I picked up the blueprint at a slant, I clearly saw that the big bird, which had always been lifelike, seemed to break through the shackles of the blueprint and rush out of the blueprint.This is a visual shock, but the psychological shock is far greater than the visual.The age of this drawing simply did not allow such exquisite brushwork, and the picture-in-picture drawn now is really left by my ancestors?
I took a breath to distract my attention, and continued to fold the blueprints into the wooden box. I didn't know what was going on, and I started to worry inexplicably.

I ate some casually at home, and seeing that it wasn't very late, I planned to take the blueprints to my old man's side. Just as I walked out of the room, the phone rang suddenly.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, it may be that Hu Zhimin called to inquire because he was worried about the blueprint.I waited for the bell to ring almost before I quietly pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Onion, do you know who I am?" Before I could speak, an excited voice came from the other end of the phone. This voice seemed familiar, but the unique nickname clearly let me know who this person was.

I remember that when I was young, a friend liked to nickname others very much. Because the last two words were Zicong, I was not immune to being dubbed "Scallion" by him.Thinking about it carefully now, the doubts in my mind were suppressed by the anger of the nickname.

"Are you □□?" I asked tentatively, just about to be confirmed by the other party.

There was a few giggles at first, then a thud, and finally a voice said: "Just say that you are as smart as a monkey, and I haven't seen you for almost ten years!"

(End of this chapter)