Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

"Oh, be careful, my body can't take it anymore." The old scholar couldn't stand still for a long time, and I felt pain all over my body.

"Say it quickly..." I said.

"Okay, they were taken away by the police station. They were said to be investigating some case. They should be witnesses. It's nothing serious. They are also cared for by a specialized medical team. I think they are much better than here." The old scholar said He said seriously, "What's wrong with you in the middle of the night?"

Seeing that I was in tatters, I looked like a beggar. If it weren’t for that face, he probably wouldn’t have recognized me.

"Hey, where's the money?"

That Mediterranean man doesn't have time to listen to us here.

"Take it away."

The old scholar took out a hundred dollars from his body and handed it to him. After looking at it, the man cursed and left.

"Are they...testifying, or are they being treated as prisoners?"

I said.

"Who knows, but that person has given instructions. If you come back...ahem, go to the police station to meet them tomorrow. If you don't come back, forget it." The old scholar told me.

Did they plant the bomb?

No wonder, if there is something in this sentence, it means something else.

Just early the next morning.

When I was about to go to the police station, the police came over and said that we had something important to discuss.

Just right.

I went straight to the police station without even having time to have breakfast.

But at this time, after I went there, I questioned him and asked the police chief if they had planted the bomb.

"Don't worry."

The police chief seemed to be aware of my attitude and the situation, because Big Cui and Xiao Cui hadn't come back yet.

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't ask you to do anything."

the sergeant said.

"you……"

"What evidence do you have?" the police chief asked me suddenly, but the three or four people in the room were all his subordinates, and no one dared to stand up and speak. They were all wearing a pair of pants.

Damn it, I got hit.

Unexpectedly, the boat capsized in the gutter, and I complained endlessly.

"Ahem, as far as I know, you and my men went out last night, but you came back alive. They were all dead. I found all the bodies and sent them to the morgue. What do you think?"

The police chief turned against the guest.

"you……"

"Okay, young man, don't be so angry. It's not what I want to see happen like this, right?"

The police sergeant patted me on the shoulder at this time.

I had no choice but to endure my temper and ask them where they were?

Of course, the police chief knew who I was referring to and just smiled and told me that they were fine and had the best medical team to help them treat them.

But afterwards, the police chief took me to visit their ward.

Sure enough, but I know this person's intention is to put us under house arrest.

"But you know this matter is very important. It is a temple matter, and the consequences will be serious. We need someone to take the blame."

Apparently the Sheriff found us.

There is absolutely no one person who can take the blame for this matter, so we all became the recipients of the blame.

"mean."

I cursed.

"Don't worry, it's okay. They are okay too. After all, this matter was suppressed quickly. It's just a minor matter. I will handle it well here. You can rest assured." He said, "As long as we have a few Just cultivate yourself with peace of mind.”

For the rest, it's best not to act rashly.

"What are you going to do next?"

I asked.

"This matter still needs to be negotiated with the people at the Kyoto Museum, but as far as I know, this matter involves the curator, and his whereabouts are still unknown..."

He seemed to be deep in thought.

He started to speak but then stopped, but obviously he didn't know that the curator was dead, or even had no bones left.

"Your friend seems to work at the Kyoto Museum. Maybe he can help negotiate." The police chief said, "Those things from the temple will be transported back to the museum. The temple will be renovated in the next few years."

"What do you mean, you want me to send it back?"

I said.

"Yes, you are a smart person, and I like to deal with smart people."

The police chief told me that the items donated by the temple had already been recorded, but so many people had died, and there still needed to be an explanation to the higher authorities.

For him, all he needed was an explanation, and it was no big deal. If they were investigated, he would naturally be able to rescue Mo Lan and the others without concealing the truth.

"You better be like this."

I warned him.

"No one has dared to say this to me." The police chief said, "Lin Yu, I know your details, so you'd better not play tricks. This is something that is good for both of us. When you entered the desert, you I know everything I’ve suffered.”

"So what?"

I said.

"By the way, you know this person, right?"

After that, the police chief handed me a photo. That person turned out to be a photo of my grandfather, but it was still a photo of him when he was young.