Daomu Biji

He looked at me, and the atmosphere was extremely silent. The tension in my heart became more and more intense, and soon the tendons on my forehead began to beat. If it weren't for the mask, my expression would have been very scary.

"I don't know." After being silent for a long time, he finally spoke.

I was immediately relieved and filled with ecstasy.

This reaction shows two things: The first is that Li Bao may have guessed correctly that the purpose of the real archaeological team is not archaeology. The second is that if my question did not arouse his suspicion, then my subsequent questions would be much safer.

"You don't know?" I asked him, "There's no way you don't know."

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"Yeah." I made a judgment in my mind. It seems that this person is not from Sanshu's sect. "Chen Qing sect" is just a transliteration that I heard. I don't know how to write these three words, but he must be one of them. A faction. "We know no more than you do."

"After working on it for a long time, it turns out that no one knows what all this is for."

"But I'll find out soon," I said, wanting to test how he would treat us next.

He made a few sounds that were almost not laughter, and did not answer my words. He only said: "Did you predict the result back then, so you didn't join us?"

"Do we still need to expect this kind of result?" I asked.

"Then why do you still want your people to be involved in this matter? You shouldn't be here at all. This doesn't make sense. You said that the higher-ups don't care about you anymore, so you definitely shouldn't come to this place again."

"Things have changed in other ways."

"Is it because of those foreigners?"

I thought about it, but I really couldn't explain what was going on. My purpose in going to Banai was just to find out the life experience of Men You Ping. I didn't expect that so many things would happen.

"Actually, it's for one person." I said. "Zhang Qi Ling."

I said the name of Menyoupin and looked at his reaction. He suddenly laughed: "No way. You are kidding."

"What's impossible?"

"You came back here. Is it for me?" he said, "Bullshit on you."

I froze for a moment. Suddenly, the whole person was blinded, as if he had been struck by lightning. Looking at the person in front of me, my first reaction was that I wanted to run out immediately and find a cliff to jump off.

situation at the moment,

I almost collapsed in an instant.

That moment. I felt that the whole world was unreal. Fortunately, the fat man patted me in time and said, "Third Master, calm down."

"What?" the other party asked, "Am I right?"

"I asked Third Master not to joke with you, you can't joke now." The fat man said, and he slapped me hard, snapping me back from the nightmare.

I took a deep breath to cover up the shock in my heart. I wasn't sure if I heard correctly just now, so I asked hesitantly: "You actually remember your name. I thought you had forgotten it a long time ago."

"Our name has no meaning. Unlike your 'Chen Qing Sect', we cannot have a past. There is no future either.

So, maybe it’s better for me to be here, but you think it’s miserable that I’ve become like this. But I think about it, maybe it’s a good thing. "He said, "Tell me, what is the reason why you are still involved in this matter. "

I took a deep breath and thought, damn, we can't talk anymore. I really wanted to rush up and kick him over, throw the endless questions in my mind directly at his face, and then use tiger stool pepper water. By any means, any cruel means will do. I want him to reveal all his secrets.

But there is no way, the fat man is right. Stay calm. Otherwise I might be like the previous times and get nothing.

"It's really for Zhang Qiling, but it's not you." The fat man stood beside me and said, "It's another person named Zhang Qiling."

Well done! Fat man!

I was shocked when the fat man said it, but then I realized that what the fat man said was very good. It was throwing the problem to him and letting him analyze it. His analysis would definitely add a lot of information in his heart - the analysis The initiative in the question was given to him.

Unexpectedly, the ghost man was not surprised, and just said "Oh": "They found another one?"

I remained silent and prayed in my heart: "Speak more, say more, and miss more!"

He paused and then said: "I don't know what the meaning of this name is. They searched for so many people named Zhang Qiling all over the country. In the end, I was the only one left. It seems that this plan is dead. ’ and it continues.”

I thought for a moment, and a big stone suddenly fell in my heart. It seemed that things were not what I thought. Hearing what he said, their organization had conducted an investigation on people named Zhang Qiling across the country.

They are looking for a man named Zhang Qiling. And it seems that they have gathered a group of people to conduct testing.

In the end, only the person in front of me remained.

I suddenly realized that in this period of history. It turned out that all the people I investigated who used Zhang Qiling's name were not just one person. Could this be the reason why the information I found was messy and ineffective? What I found was the history of two completely different people.

But if that's the case, what is that organization for? Is it to get a lucky break?

"Maybe it's because you're dead that they think you're not the one they're looking for." Fatty continued, "Fat Master, I'm straight-talking. The Zhang Qiling we're looking for now is not likely to get himself into this. Virtue.”

The ghost man ignored him and just made a gesture to me to continue talking.

I conceived a story in my mind and told him that this Zhang Qiling was very special. I told many miraculous deeds.

Tell him that this Zhang Qiling is taboo to the older generation of Laojiu Sect, so I was asked by the senior generation of Laojiu Sect to help him find the past, and so on.

The ghostly man did not speak, and remained silent for a long time before asking: "Where is he now?"

I pointed to my feet: "That's what you said. He's in the dead team. He's in the mountains now. The fat man said, in... in a mirror."

"You made the biggest mistake of your life." He said.

"What?"

"You are about to lose the key to unlock all the secrets." He said, "The only key."

"Why are you so sure they're going to die?"

"In short, they will definitely die. This is already certain. If I tell you the reason, you will definitely feel that there is still a chance. It will only add to your worries."

He paused and said, "It's a pity. I didn't expect that this secret would have a chance to be solved."

"What if you go to save him?" Fatty asked him.

"The chances are better than yours, but I won't go in. However, I can send you in. Let's go."

"Do you know our determination?" I was a little surprised.

"No, because I don't want to kill you myself." He said,

"You know, I won't let anyone know I'm alive. I didn't expect to meet you here.

I have been thinking about how to deal with you just now. Now it seems that letting you go in and die is the most appropriate. "

He stood up, took us to the middle of the pursuing shells, and moved a few boxes away, revealing several long dark green boxes. He picked up the stone from the side, knocked off the iron seal of the box, and kicked the lid open.

"You're going to need these."

Inside were all submachine guns, all wrapped in blackened oil paper. Underneath were still bright yellow copper bullets, and there were more than a hundred rounds.

"Can it still be used? It won't explode?"

"You better hope they still work."

"Just give me back my 'Tinker Bell'." Fatty said, "The rate of fire of these old guns is too low."

"Your gun still has at most twenty bullets. The number of bullets you need is twenty followed by two zeros." The ghost man said, "Take it." He picked up two and threw them to us.

We put the guns on our backs, and the fat man began to take out the bullets from the oil paper and press them into the magazines. While pressing them, he asked: "Where can you send us? That building seems difficult to enter."

"It's not as complicated as you think. I'll tell you. It's useless to tell you now."

He found a few bags from his miscellaneous items, grabbed all the bullets in them, and then threw them to the fat man, "Let's do it after we get in. There is no time. It will be dawn soon."

The fat man and I looked at each other. The ghost man had quickly walked out. The fat man said to me: "Don't ask, you will know by looking at it."

I nodded. We heard the ghost man whistle in the dark night, and we followed him out. We were wondering what he was doing when we saw a commotion in the grass and several lynxes darted out.

He made a few strange noises, and the lynx immediately turned around and walked forward. The ghost man made a gesture for us to follow. To be continued