Daomu Biji

At this time, the fat man pinched me and showed me the oil bottle. I turned my head to see it, and I saw that the dull oil bottle was still speechless, stroking the books carefully, but looking at his expression, it seemed a little puzzled.

"Did you remember something?" I moved and asked him.

He ignored me, just opened his mouth, hesitated, and frowned even more.

My heart said: Is there a door? He didn't dare to disturb him with a loud voice, and watched quietly in the back. I saw him turning his head sideways, turning around in the room, and suddenly said, "It seems wrong."

"What's wrong?" The fat man was strange.

He squeezed his eyebrows and seemed to be using all his energy to remember: "No, this room feels wrong to me."

"Isn't this your room?"

He shook his head, and suddenly his eyes were focused on the bed. He immediately squatted down to look under the bed.

I also fell down, it was dark under the bed, the oil bottle turned back, and the fat man immediately handed him the lighter very consciously. He fought and reached under the bed.

There is nothing below, only a lot of spider webs. But he didn't give up, still crawling inside, and began to mold in the cracks of the wooden floor, and felt it, and suddenly saw his finger hook, he grabbed a piece of floor and broke it up. The strength of the dull oil bottle was amazing, and he heard a horrible breaking sound, and the whole wooden floor was broken off by him. He threw the part that had been broken down and continued to break it. The movement was crazy.

Both me and the fat man were tired. For a while, I didn't know what to do. The fat man shouted, "Brother, even if it's wrong, you don't have to demolish the house."

But it's useless. We responded at the moment. The stuffy oil bottle had broken a big hole in the floor under the bed. At this time, I suddenly realized something. I saw him reaching into this hole, and pulled a black one out of it. The iron suitcase came and dragged outward.

His mother, it turned out to be like this! I was excited, and I crawled over to find that there was a compartment under the wooden floor, obviously a well-designed dark grid.

It seemed that the key was found. I said to myself, immediately help the oil bottle to hold the box and pull it out firmly. The box was terribly heavy, just pulled it out, I was already sweating. The fat man helped us lift the box up and put it on the bed.

"I lean, what is this?" Fatty said, "Is it so heavy, is it the brother's private money?"

"How is it possible?" I said, blowing off the ash on it and carefully examining it,

This is a black metal suitcase, quite large, one × ○. Five wide, it seems to be able to put in a person, covered with rusty patterns, it seems quite old. "It looks like something from the previous host's house, maybe it's still an antique." I looked at the old twisted lock on it. This box may have been from the Republic of China, most likely it was used by large households to put clothes, or it was a theater Put the box of costumes.

The stuffy oil bottle crawled out with gasps, and we looked at him: "What's going on?"

He didn't answer, his eyes were confused, and he was a little confused.

It seems that he just remembered some clips, but he can remember this matter, indicating that the box was hidden by himself, and it seems that there are quite important things in it. There may be clues about his background. We are all very excited. I said to the fat man: "Open it and see."

The fat man immediately went to tighten the box lock. Unexpectedly, he had n’t done it yet. The stuffy oil bottle pressed on the surface of the box with one hand and shouted, “Do n’t open it!”