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 expectations. 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 in Here.

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

Is it really him who sent the videotape?Is he hiding here?

Still like me, what clue did he follow?

After the brain was blank, countless doubts popped up like a tide, and I couldn't think at once. At the same time, my mind emerged as he walked into the bronze gate.An urge suddenly came up, I really wanted to grab him immediately, grabbed his neck and asked clearly, what the hell 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 had just closed made a very harsh squeak and opened something.

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

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

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

The dull 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.

It ’s like plaster, and I do n’t know how long the stalemate has been. I heard a very weird “poo poo” sound, 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 bloomed, and a fold was lit.

It took me a long time to get used to it, and my eyes narrowed, 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 hawthorn on my face. I feel very surprised. After a closer look, I found that it is not a hawthorn. Those are 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, just glanced at me indifferently, without asking anything, he carefully reached the door with a hair waist, and took the inside of the door with a firefold, and then closed 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, making me feel that time is pressing, and his behavior has made me inexplicable, and his eyes have followed his firelight.

Huozhezi's light is not big, but in this darkness, coupled with his own association 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 gray. You can see that it has been renovated several times here. There is also 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, where did the mother fuck sing.

Bo Youyou looked at it in a circle, and looked very carefully, but the action was very fast, and the fire trap was extinguished halfway. He quickly ignited one, and there was really nothing hidden, and then he returned to me.

"Not following." 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, "What are you doing here?" ? "

My brain was congested all at once, and I immediately wanted to jump up and strangle him. I said that your grandfather's tortoise stick gave you a question. I haven't asked you yet!Do I want to come by myself?If it were n’t for those videotapes, I would n’t come here if I were killed!

I gritted my teeth and wanted to be rough, but looking at his face, I couldn't let 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, how are you ... how is this? What is this place? You, you ... At that time, didn't you enter the door? The fucking thing here is what happened?"

These questions are really difficult to ask. I have a mess in my head, and I don'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 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 is almost like this, and I want to ask it 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 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. When 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. After seeing the man landing, I wiped the cold sweat on my head, glanced at the stuffy oil bottle, and then raised my hand, and said softly: "I got it."

The latter seemed to be waiting for this moment, and took a shot at me, and said softly: "Let's go!"

I followed them, carefully tipping my toes, crouching down the original path, but then straddling the two or three classes, I heard the door of the corridor behind me creaking open.

The man in front scolded and started to run. I immediately followed, ran all the way, rushed 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 though 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. Off, I do n’t know who stopped it, so I just barely jumped up.

Breathing without breath, this run was almost dim and dark, and I was paralyzed when I got on the bus, where I closed my eyes and took a few breaths before slowing down.

Immediately, I looked around, and I was stupid. 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.

God, it's 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 man said to me in crappy Chinese: "Super Wu (SuperWu, nickname given to me by Aning). See each other for 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: "You donkeys, who can 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 all at once, and I was in the car and it was dark outside the window, and I knew nothing about it.

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 videotape. 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 what was in this video.

However, what she did not expect was 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 that, I asked Aning why the oil bottle was sullen and how they would be together.

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

Speaking of the black glasses, he 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. The feeling of betrayal.

At this time, the Caucasian on the side said: "Do n’t listen to her bullshit, these two are now our partners, directly appointed by our boss, rather Ning is just a deputy. Now the main actions are all taken by them, 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 because there are too many people dying in Genting. I thought about the situation at that time and asked, "What's going on with this whole thing? The content of the videotape and the forbidden mother in it, do you have any eyebrows?"

All these people shook their heads, and their eyes were on the dull 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, and these two friends have difficulty communicating. "

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 make it clear, and let him tell me what was going on.

However, before I was ready, there was a sudden commotion in the car. The Tibetan driver called and everyone started to take their luggage.

Then the car stopped slowly, the door was opened violently, 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 were lined up and parked on the Gobi. A large number of materials piled up on the ground. Bonfires were one after another. There are also 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 coming 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 'Tamu Tuo'." (To be continued, if you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support author, support genuine read!)