Tomb Raiders: Fusion of Yan and Double Eagles at the Beginning

　　A few women thought about it, they were collecting blood from their hearts as a secret operation, and as for the purpose of doing so, they couldn't even say it.

　　Therefore, they directly rejected Zhang Lin's question.

　　"Zhang Lin, we won't tell."

　　After Zhang Lin heard this, he knew it was in trouble. Since they refused to say it, they would definitely continue to want their own lives.

　　Sure enough, a few seconds later, the dancer picked up the dagger and stabbed him again. Zhang Lin frowned, took out the spell, and put it on the dancer's forehead.

　　The dancing girl seemed to be immobilized and stood motionless.

　　Seeing this, the middle-aged woman knew that Zhang Lin's skills were unusual, so she asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

　　Seeing her nervous look, Zhang Lin began to explain: "I just came to have a meal, but I didn't expect to be poisoned. You guys are too cruel."

　　The middle-aged woman didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. She knew that if she continued to stand up, it would be her who would suffer. He said to Zhang Lin, "If you want to kill, hurry up and do it. Anyway, we are all defeated by your men. What are you waiting for?" Er.

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　　Zhang Lin frowned. The reason why he was not in a hurry was because there were still some things he wanted to figure out.

　　"To be honest, did you all kill the people who were lost in this town before?"

　　The middle-aged woman refused to admit it, she shook her head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

　　Faced with such an answer, Zhang Lin smiled, but he refused to admit it, right?

　　Well, he has a way.

　　Then he took out another charm and stuck it on the middle-aged woman's forehead.

　　"This is called the Heart-devouring Mantra. After a while, you will feel thousands of ants crawling on your heart." Zhang Lin gestured.

　　The middle-aged woman frowned, she was already beginning to feel sick.

　　After a while, the discomfort in my heart became more and more aggravated, and the pain gradually came, it was really like thousands of ants gnawing on my heart.sixty zero

　　He stared at him in pain, trying to get over it.

　　It's just that once this spell begins, it won't end without the spell caster's order.

　　People's will is limited, the middle-aged woman lasted for more than ten minutes and couldn't hold it any longer.

　　She shouted loudly: "Hurry up and take the spell away, I'm going to die."

　　Zhang Lin stood on one side and did not mean to take the spell away. He calmly looked at the woman's painful face and persuaded: "Why do you do this, as long as you tell me the purpose of taking away the blood of your heart, I will I can let you go."

　　The woman gritted her teeth, she wanted to persevere, but it was impossible.

　　In the end, she still failed. She begged to Zhang Lin: "I tell you, this blood has the function of resurrecting the dead. As long as [-] drops are collected, it can bring people back to life."

　　Hearing this, Zhang Lin frowned. Who is the person who wants to be resurrected, and why is he paying such a high price?

　　"Who wants to be resurrected?" he asked.

　　The middle-aged woman shook her head and said, "I don't know about this either. We are only responsible for collecting blood from the heart and handing it over to the boss. As for the rest, we really don't know."

　　Zhang Lin pondered for a while, she was tortured by the Heart Devouring Curse, and she had no reason to lie any more.

　　The middle-aged woman pointed to her forehead, and her voice became intermittent. She asked, "Can you take the spell away now?"

　　Zhang Lin thinks it's okay, at least she has stated her purpose.

　　So he reached out and took the Heart Devouring Curse down.

　　The pain disappeared instantly, and the middle-aged woman slumped on the ground in relief.

　　Zhang Lin glanced at her and said, "I know you are the head here. You are not allowed to collect blood from your heart in the future. Otherwise, you will not be as lucky as you are today."

　　The middle-aged woman immediately nodded and agreed.

　　Zhang Lin walked over to wake up Li Ju, he shouted a few times, but Li Ju was still asleep.

　　He turned to the middle-aged woman and said, "How long will he sleep before he wakes up?"

　　The middle-aged woman stood up, walked over, put a small black pill into Li Ju's mouth, and said, "He will wake up soon."

　　Zhang Lin stared at the pill and asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

　　"This is a refreshing thing. Sometimes we ourselves eat food by mistake, and we all use this pill to save us."

　　It turned out that Zhang Lin reached out to Bureau Li and patted his shoulder.

　　Li Ju immediately raised his head, stared at Zhang Lin, and said suspiciously, "Aren't we drinking? Why did I fall asleep?"

　　Zhang Lin frowned and said, "Let's go quickly, we can't stay here for long."

　　As soon as Li Ju turned his head, he saw the row of dancers behind, but they all had spells on their foreheads.

　　It looked scary, but Li Ju suddenly woke up, and he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with them, why don't they dance?"

　　"They can't dance now. If you want to see it, go back and I'll dance for you." Zhang Lin urged.

　　No matter how many questions Li Bureau had, when he heard Zhang Lin say this, he understood a little.

　　He stood up immediately, strode out, and walked out.

　　Back in the car, he asked Zhang Lin, "If I left late, wouldn't I be able to get out?"

　　Zhang Lin smiled and nodded.

　　Li Bureau asked the driver to drive, and the driver started the car and quickly passed through a few alleys and returned to Li's house.

　　Zhang Lin returned to the guest room to rest. After a while, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Lin went to open the door and saw two of Li Bureau's men standing at the door.

　　He thought about it and asked, "Is there something wrong with Madam again?"

　　"No, Bureau Li invited you over."

　　Zhang Lin thought for a while, then followed. . .

　　Standing in the study, Li Ju was pacing back and forth, and seemed to have a lot of doubts to ask. As soon as he saw Zhang Lin, he immediately walked over and asked, "Tell me what happened in the western restaurant?"

　　Zhang Lin wasn't in a hurry, he said slowly, "Did you lose a lot of people in the town before?"

　　Li Bureau was stunned, how could he know about this.

　　Zhang Lin said slowly: "The lost people have all been killed in the restaurant. If you have anything else to ask, you might as well arrest a few people from that restaurant, and then you will know."

　　Director Li shook his head and sighed, and sat down on the bamboo chair, he said slowly: "Yes, every year since the past few years, people have been lost for no reason. There's something wrong with this restaurant."

　　Zhang Lin raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and said, "Ju Li won't go to a western restaurant for no reason. You go there often, so you must have found something."

　　Unexpectedly, his thoughts were revealed by pondering, Li Ju stood up and said, "Brother Zhang Lin, as expected of you, you understand me, this is replaced by tea, I respect you!"

　　Zhang Lin waved his hand, he didn't dare to take it, but Bureau Li insisted on respecting, and Zhang Lin couldn't stop it.

　　After the two drank a few cups of tea, Zhang Lin returned to his room.

　　In the next few days, Director Li had the western restaurant closed down, claiming that there was a problem with the food, and the dancers disappeared.

　　Zhang Lin sat quietly on the chair, his eyes couldn't help being drawn to a small note on the table. When he saw the writing on it, he realized that he had forgotten about the coffin.

　　He looked at the night outside, stood up, and left the house.

　　He looked for the address on the note, looked at the house in front of him, and muttered to himself, "It's here, but it seems like there's no one there."

　　He went to the door and knocked, but no one opened the door.

　　After waiting for a while at the door, he reached out and pushed the door, and the door creaked open.

　　He walked in, and a small coffin of various sizes appeared in front of him.

　　"I'm going, is this a coffin warehouse? There are so many coffins." Zhang Lin walked over and counted them. There were hundreds of coffins. .

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　　"There are so many coffins, if they are all shipped out, they will definitely sell for a lot of money." He continued talking to himself.

　　At this time, a figure jumped down from the beam and fell to the ground easily.

　　As soon as Zhang Lin turned around, he saw a smiling face.

　　He recognized this face, wasn't it the boss who bought the coffin?

　　Zhang Lin complained, "You've been hiding on the beam and refused to come out, isn't it to make things difficult for me?"

　　The boss frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "I've been waiting here for a few days, and you haven't come. It's normal to make things difficult."

　　Zhang Lin touched the back of his head, but he missed the appointment.

　　He coughed twice and said, "I was delayed by something before, and I asked you to wait for a few days in vain. Well, if I buy another coffin, it will be an apology."

　　"Okay, you can choose one," said the boss.

　　Zhang Lin pointed one at random and said, "That's it."

　　"This one is very good, the material is very good, but it is not as expensive as the last one, only forty silver dollars."

　　Forty?

　　Zhang Lin felt that his money bag was going to be shrunk again. Yesterday, Bureau Li gave him a bag of silver dollars, and now he has to spend it all.

　　He hurriedly threw the purse over and said, "All these are for you."

　　The boss took it over and said thank you, after all, few customers are so supportive.

　　"Should we talk about the coffin?" Zhang Lin said.

　　He has always been curious about the Geng family's coffin, but the mystery should be revealed soon.

　　The boss put away the money bag and said, "That coffin, I remember that a lot of coffins were sold at one time. Not only that, but the coffins were custom-made."

　　Zhang Lin noticed something and asked, "What is custom?"

　　"After ordinary coffins are made, they are all the same size. Anyway, there is absolutely no problem for normal people to lie in them, but some dignitaries like to customize the coffin, such as the size is wider, or customized according to the height."

　　After hearing these explanations, Zhang Lin nodded, so the coffin owners should have made a lot of money.