Daomu Biji

The moment I recognized the voice, I should have had countless reactions, doubts, anger, surprise, doubt, fear, etc. But in fact my brain was blank.

Hearing his voice here is beyond my expectation. In my opinion, the stuffy oil bottle may now be anywhere in the world, not even in this world, but he has no reason to appear here. .

indeed! Why is he here? What is he doing here?

Is it really the person who sent the video? Is he hiding here?

Like me, he was also traced by what clue?

After the brain was blank, countless doubts came up like a tide, and I couldn't think at once. My mind also showed the scene of him walking into the bronze door. An urge suddenly came up, I really wanted to grab him immediately, grabbed his neck and asked clearly, what the **** is this kid doing?

However, the reality is that he was covering my mouth. In the dark, I could n’t groan at all and could n’t move, and I obviously felt that his strength was continuing. He did n’t plan to let go at all, but wanted to I've been restraining me this way. This made me very uncomfortable, and I struggled a little harder, he pressed harder, and I almost couldn't breathe.

At this time, I heard that the wooden door that I closed just now made a very harsh squeak, and pushed something open.

The thing came out, I took a deep breath, and immediately calmed down, held my breath, stopped struggling, and felt the movement in the dark.

All of a sudden, the whole room was extremely quiet, without the interference of my own voice, and I immediately heard more sounds, which were extremely slight breathing sounds, almost on the side of my head.

This is the breathing sound of a stuffy oil bottle. His mother is alive. When I saw him go into the door, I thought he was dead and went into hell.

The oil bottle probably felt my silence. I pressed my hand a little loose, but it still didn't mean to let go. It was so quiet all four weeks that I could hear my own heartbeat.

Is just like plaster, and I do n’t know how long the stalemate has been. I heard a very strange sound of "poo poo", which came from the direction of the door.

After a while, no sound could be heard, and the hand covering my mouth was completely loosened. Suddenly, my eyes were singed, and a zhezi was lit.

It took me a long time to get used to it, narrowed my eyes, and the familiar face finally appeared clearly in front of me.

The dull oil bottle is almost the same as when he disappeared a few months ago. The only difference is that there is a stubble on my face. I felt very surprised. After a closer look, I found that it was not slag. Those were sticky. Dust on the face.

My brain was completely stiff, and I looked at him silly at this time. I forgot all the questions I thought about before, and I had nothing to say for a while. And he didn't seem to care about me, but just glanced at me lightly, without asking anything, and carefully reached the door with the cat's waist, and took the inside of the door with the fire fold, and then shut the door.

After closing the door, he stood up directly, raised the tumbler to shine on the ceiling, and began to look for something. I was so angry that I tried to rush out a few words, but he was stopped by gestures.

The intensity of his movements is very fast, which makes me feel that time is pressing, and his behavior makes me inexplicable, and his eyes follow his firelight all the way.

The light of Huojiazi is not big, but in such darkness, coupled with his own association, he will soon understand the situation of this room.

When I came in, I didn't pay attention to the top of the basement. I looked up and found that all of the pipes were above. This is the same as the current garage. These pipes are coated with a layer of white paint ash. You can see that they have been renovated here several times. With old paint. The roof was painted with white mortar, and the mortar surface outside the brick had almost peeled off, exposing the brick surface section by section. It seemed that the forbidden mother was crawling along this thing.

However, how could there be such a thing here, which **** sings it out.

Looked at the bottle for a while, and watched it very carefully, but the movement was quick, and the fire zipper was extinguished midway. He quickly ignited one, and there was really nothing hidden, and then he returned to me.

"Not followed." He looked at the door softly.

All my questions almost exploded from my mouth, but unexpectedly, as soon as he turned his head to look at me, he made a gesture as quiet as possible, and then asked lightly, "You are here What are you doing? "

My brain was congested all at once, and I immediately wanted to jump up and strangle him, and I said that your grandpa's tortoise sticks, you ask me, I haven't asked you yet! Do I want to come by myself? If it were n’t for those videos, I would n’t come here if I were killed!

I wanted to burst my teeth, but looking at his face, I couldn't let it go like I was with a fat man. The rough words couldn't explode and almost caused me internal injuries. I gritted my teeth for a long time before I replied: "It's a long story, you--why are you here? What is this place? You, you and you--wasn't you entering that door at that time? what happened?"

These questions are really difficult to ask. I have a mess in my head, and I do n’t know how to straighten out these questions.

"It's a long story." I don't know if I don't want to answer at all, or to escape. When I asked the question, his attention was turned to the huge sarcophagus. I looked at it, and it was true that the lid of the sarcophagus was pushed open, revealing a large gap, but it was dark inside, and I didn't know anything.

I am most afraid of him like this. I remember all the key questions before. As long as I ask them, he almost always looks like this, and I want to ask them again immediately. But before I opened my mouth, the sullen oil bottle waved at me, and told me not to talk, and looked at the coffin.

I'm too familiar with this action. Although I don't know what happened, I immediately closed my mouth reflexively, and I leaned over to look inside the coffin. Because the sullen oil bottle stretched the fire fold over, I saw it inside, and the coffin was empty. I saw a clean sarcophagus bottom. It seemed that nothing had been left. What is strange is that Under the coffin, there was a hole.

I was curious, and I heard some slight sounds coming from that hole. If I listened carefully, I couldn't hear anything. After just waiting for a while, suddenly a hand came out of the hole, a person crawled out of the narrow hole like a loach, and then turned over from the gap in the coffin cover and fell lightly in front of us.

I was taken aback. When the man fell, he wiped the cold sweat on his head, glanced at the stuffy oil bottle, then raised his hand and said softly, "Here."

It seemed that the latter was waiting for this moment, and took a pat on me, and said softly, "Let's go!"

I followed them, carefully tipped my toes, crept along the original road, but only stepped up to two or three levels, and heard the door of the corridor behind me creaking open.

The man in front scolded and started to run. I immediately followed and ran all the way, rushing out of the ground, and rushed back to the yard and over the fence, we were relieved.

I was exhausted and panted, but the two didn't mean to stop at all. After turning out, I ran out, even if I didn't care. I said to myself that I couldn't let you run away this time, so I was busy catching up.

I ran out of life again and ran out of the old city all of a sudden. An Iveco rushed out of the darkness and the door opened immediately. The two of them rushed over and jumped up. The car did n’t even plan to wait for me. It's about to close, I don't know who blocked it, I just barely jumped up.

Got out of breath, and it ran so dimly that when I got into the car, I was paralyzed, where I took a few breaths with my eyes closed before slowing down.

Immediately I looked around. I was stupid at first glance. The car was full of people, and all looked at me with a smile-like expression. And the most unexpected thing is that I know many people. I saw a few familiar faces at a glance.

Tian, ​​it was all the group of Anin who survived from the Tiangong. This group of Chinese and foreign people, we have been together in Jilin for a long time.

Seeing my surprised expression, a few of them who were very familiar with me laughed. A Caucasian person said to me in crappy Chinese: "Super Wu (SuperWu, nickname given to me by Aning). See each other thousands of miles. "Then, I saw Aning's head protruding from behind a seat, and gave me a very surprised look.

I looked at the dull oil bottle and looked at the person who had just climbed out of the stone coffin. It was a strange young man with sunglasses. Both of them were not popular and looked at me. Suddenly I felt very confused and asked them, "Why don't you guys tell me what's going on?"

Aning said: "I should ask you right, why are you in the basement?"

Iveco ran all the way and drove directly out of Golmud's urban area, and rushed into the Gobi at once, and I was in the car and it was dark outside the window.

Along the way, I had a long chat with Aning and talked about things on both sides.

It turned out that Aning also found the address and key in the video. Apparently, one of the "three people" written in Wen Jin's notes turned out to be her. After discovering the secret, she immediately divided into two aspects of work. On the one hand, people came here to find an address. On the other hand, she personally went to Hangzhou to test me. She wanted to know if I knew if I knew the situation in this video.

However, she did not expect that I actually received such a belt, and after she came to me, I set off for Golmud as quickly as possible, and even found the ghost building almost at the same time as them.

(It's also because my action this time is really fast and precise, without too much hesitation, otherwise, I will definitely not see the note. I think I will be afraid, but at the same time I am also a little bit happy, I touched it on me The notes in my pocket, this is the first time I have achieved such great results in my own independent activity. It seems that Grandpa is right, doing things is really initiative.)

After, I asked Aning what happened to the oil bottle and how they would be together.

Aning smiled and said, "Why? Your third uncle can afford it, we can't afford it? These two are clearly priced, and now they are our consultants."

Said that the black glasses grinned and waved at me.

"Consultant?" When I talked about the consultant, I remembered the fat man. I said that Aning learned well this time and asked for a reliable one. But the oil bottle would become Aning's consultant. I feel weird. I was a little betrayed. a feeling of.

At this time, the Caucasian on the side said: "Do n’t listen to her nonsense, these two are now our partners, directly appointed by our boss, rather Ning is only a deputy. Now the main actions are all in their charge, We are only responsible for intelligence and response. This is relatively safe. The boss said that in the future, professional things will be done by professionals. "

This should be too many people who died in Genting. I remembered the situation at that time and asked, "What about this whole thing? The content of the video and the forbidden mother in it, do you have any eyebrows?"

These people shook their heads, and their eyes were on the oil bottle and black glasses. Aning glared at them. Then he gave me a wink and said, "We don't know the specific situation, it should be similar to what you know. Now, we are all acting according to what they say, these two friends are difficult to communicate. "

After listening to this, I turned to the dull oil bottle, and I couldn't hold it back at this time. I must ask him to ask him clearly and let him tell me what was going on.

However, before I was ready, the car suddenly rioted. The Tibetan driver called and everyone started to take their luggage.

Then the car stopped slowly, the door was opened violently, and a ray of morning light could be seen outside the door, and a cold wind on the Gobi Desert slammed in.

I squeezed out of the car, and then I saw a scene that made me stunned. A dozen LandRovers lined up and parked on the Gobi. A lot of materials piled up on the ground. Bonfires were one after another. The eyes were full of people wearing trench coats. There are many people lying in sleeping bags, standing on one side with huge satellite antennas and lighting vapor lights.

It seems to be a self-driving car friends distribution center, but it is wrong to take a closer look. All the cars here are uniformly painted, and there is a rotating and softened staghorn coral logo on the door. Ning's industry.

Seeing us come down, many people gathered around, Aning didn't know what to say to them, many people cheered.

This scene shocked me a lot. I grabbed the Caucasian who was celebrating with other people high-five and asked him what he was doing?

Caucasian people patted me: "Friend, we are going to" Tamutuo "."