Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

"..."

Uncle Shui didn't react, and looked at Lu Mingfei behind Chu Zihang with a blank look.

"Don't be swallowed up by the anger of revenge, brother..."

Lu Mingfei sighed inwardly, and said to the middle-aged man in a sad tone:

"Yes, Uncle Chu had a car accident a few days ago and unfortunately passed away."

"Ah...this...I'm sorry, Zihang...please express my condolences."

Uncle Shui was stunned for a while and then sighed quietly.

"It's okay, please."

Chu Zihang's expression did not change.

There are two basement levels in this three-story building. The stairs and corridors are dark and long, and old mechanical parts are piled in many places.

The air was filled with the strong and choking smell of kerosene, and Chu Zihang couldn't help but cough lightly.

"This place used to be an air-conditioning machine room and a temporary warehouse. When Lao Chu came to work, he said he had no house to live in, so the boss said he would temporarily arrange a room in the basement for him to live in. I took him out to buy bedding..."

"Oh, who would have thought that he would stay here for such a long time and leave as soon as he said he would leave... Oh."

Uncle Shui sighed.

"Humans, don't you just look forward to your own children in this life? I introduced him to several cheap rental houses but he didn't want them. He said that he should save some money for his son to use as wedding gifts in the future... Sigh."

He seemed to have said this to Chu Zihang on purpose. He and Chu Tianjiao were drinking buddies, and they knew something about Chu Tianjiao.

Chu Zihang remained silent and lowered his head slightly.

"062, arrived."

The three of them stopped in front of an iron door with the number "062" painted in white. Uncle Shui took out the key and opened the door.

The air in the room was actually fresher than the air in the corridor, and what came into view was a clean cabin.

A double bed, a bedside table, a writing desk and a chair, and a small refrigerator are all the furniture in the room.

"I won't disturb you anymore. Leave the key in the door and just bring it to me when you leave."

Uncle Shui left, closing the iron door for them before leaving to prevent the smell of kerosene from coming in from outside.

"Cry if you want, there are no outsiders here."

Lu Mingfei walked to the bedside table. There were more than a dozen books titled "Story Club" neatly placed on the simple small bookshelf.

He took out a book and flipped through it briefly, then put it back intact after finding nothing unusual.

Chu Zihang didn't say anything. He took off his sunglasses and reached out to take down a family photo hanging on the wall.

The man had oily hair and a proud smile on his handsome face. He had one arm around the waist of the beautiful woman next to him and the other arm held a cute little boy who was licking ice cream intently.

Chu Zihang's fingers gently caressed the man's face in the photo, and a sad flame danced in his golden eyes.

"Your father is very strong. Since he has been living in this place, it is impossible for him to have nothing."

The room was not big and was as clean as white paper. Lu Mingfei glanced at it and found nothing unusual.

He was about to take out a copy of "Storytelling" from the simple bookshelf on the bedside table and look through it to see if there were any clues - but suddenly he seemed to notice something unusual and pressed the mattress with his palm.

"There seems to be something under the mattress."

Lu Mingfei got up and opened the entire bed, and sure enough he saw a tightly connected secret door.

The iron sheet and iron frame welded the cyan secret door to the ground, and a heavy padlock was also added.

"It seems like your father's secret...is down there."

"Looking for the keys?"

Lu Mingfei knocked lightly on the secret door. The metal sound was dull. It was obvious that the door was quite thick.

"No need to go to such trouble."

Chu Zihang took out Murasame from the black tennis bag, the blade came out of the sheath, and the iron-blue light of the knife splashed out like water.

He slashed it down without even using much force. The padlock broke with a snap, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

The secret door opened, and what appeared was not a ladder but a steel pipe. The bottom of the steel pipe connected the darkness and the unknown.

"I'll go down first. I hope your father won't set any traps or anything like that."

Lu Mingfei grabbed the steel pipe and slid down, reaching the bottom in less than a second.

Chu Zihang also slid down.

The first thing they smelled was a strong and strange fragrance. As the lights turned on, they saw the source of the fragrance——

An entire mahogany wine cabinet is neatly placed with various whiskeys, and next to each bottle of whiskey is a box of high-quality Cuban cigars;

There is a tall bookshelf placed in front of the other wall, but what is placed on the bookshelf is not books, but well-preserved vinyl records...

Chu Zihang was still in shock. It was hard for him to imagine that a middle-aged driver who supported himself by driving could have so many luxurious consumer goods and collectibles.

Lu Mingfei had no feeling for these so-called luxury goods. He walked straight to the soft big bed covered with Australian sheepskin in the center of the room.

Of course he didn't want to sleep.

His eyes noticed a large network criss-crossed by countless red threads under the ceiling.

The red threads are covered with photos, news clippings or handwritten pieces of paper. Each piece of paper is an event. Some red threads are parallel to each other, and some are entangled and knotted.

"Come and take a look at this."

Lu Mingfei said, reaching out and taking off a piece of paper from one of the red threads, and read the information on it with Chu Zihang who walked over quickly:

On December 25, 1991, the night of the disintegration of the Soviet regime, a violent explosion occurred in the frozen tundra in the Arctic Circle and at the frozen port north of Verkhoyansk. A group of fighter jets heading for reconnaissance encountered an attack by mysterious creatures and crashed. The black box only The strange voice of "Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!" was left behind.

"Is this a record of historical mysterious events?"

Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled. He continued to move forward along the red line and took out a larger piece of paper filled with words:

On May 30, 1626 (the sixth day of May in the sixth year of the Apocalypse), there was a big explosion in the Wanggong Factory in the capital of the Ming Dynasty. The heaven and earth moved violently, with loud thunder and smoke rising straight up, like Ganoderma lucidum.

On Shihuma Street, a large stone lion weighing 5,000 kilograms was thrown out of Shuncheng Gate and disappeared. Corpses rained down in the area outside Desheng Gate. Human heads, hands and legs were smashed onto the street. No matter whether they were men or women, they were all naked.

Further forward, there was a big explosion in Mohenjo Daro, India, and all objects within a radius of one kilometer at the center of the explosion were turned into powder.

In the Tunguska explosion, a mushroom cloud rose from the center of the explosion. The shock wave shattered glass 650 kilometers away, and the night sky across Eurasia turned dark red.

…

Chu Zihang was horrified to see it. His father definitely didn't use these things for fun. There must be a deeper secret.

Lu Mingfei frowned.

Besides explosions, it is not clear whether these explosions were caused by aliens or false gods.

He changed a red line and finally found a piece of information that might be about aliens:

On November 7, 2002, in the waters of Greenland, attracted by the mysterious heartbeat, the Kassel College Executive Department went to investigate and encountered an enemy suspected of being the Dragon King deep in the ice sea. The entire army was nearly wiped out, with only one and a half people surviving.