He looked at me, the atmosphere was extremely silent, and the tension in my heart became more and more intense, and soon the tendons on my forehead began to jump. If it weren't for a mask, my expression must be very scary.
"I don't know." After a long silence, he finally spoke.
I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and my heart was filled with ecstasy.
This reaction shows two things: The first thing is that the purse might be right. The purpose of the archaeological team is not archaeology. The second is that my question did not arouse his suspicion, so my subsequent questions will be insured a lot.
"You don't know?" I asked him, "you can't be ignorant."
"All of us were deceived." He said, "There are no more than three people who know. If we knew, maybe I wouldn't be like this." He suddenly looked up, "This Wasn't this matter brought up by the "Chen Qing"? You don't know?"
"Yeah." I have a judgment in my heart. This person does not seem to be from Sanshu's school. "Chen Qingpai" is just a transliteration of what I heard. I don't know how the three words are written, but it must be from them. A faction. "We don't know more than you."
"After doing it for a long time, no one knows what this is for."
"However, I will know soon." I said, I wanted to test how he would treat us next.
He made a few sounds that were hardly laughable. He didn't answer me, but said: "Did you expect the result back then, so you didn't join us?"
"Does this kind of result still need to be predicted?" I said.
"Then why do you want your people to participate in this matter? You shouldn't be here at all. It doesn't make sense. You said that the above doesn't care about you, and you definitely shouldn't come to this place again."
"Things have changed in other ways."
"Is it because of those foreigners?"
I thought for a while, and I really couldn't explain what was going on. My purpose in Banai was to figure out the life experience of the stuffy oil bottle. I didn't expect so many things to happen.
"Actually, it's for one person." I said, "Zhang Qiling."
I said the name of the stuffy oil bottle, and watching his reaction, he suddenly laughed: "Impossible. You are joking."
"What's impossible?"
"You came here for me?" he said, "shit your shit."
I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly I was blindfolded, as if struck by lightning. Looking at the people in front of me, my first reaction was that I wanted to run out immediately and jump off a cliff.
At the time, I was about to collapse almost instantly.
That moment. I don't think the whole world is real. Fortunately, the fat man patted me in time and said, "San Ye, keep your breath."
"What?" the other party asked, "Am I wrong?"
"I told the third master not to joke with you, you can't make a joke now." The fat man said, and said that the fat man slapped me fiercely and took me back from the nightmare.
I took a hard breath and concealed the shock in my heart. I was not sure if I heard it wrong, so I hesitated to ask: "You still remember your name. I thought you had forgotten it a long time ago."
"Our name is meaningless. It's different from your'Chen Qing'. We can't have a past or a future.
So, I may be better here. You think it's miserable for me to become this way, but I think about it, maybe it's still a good thing. "He said, "Let's talk about it, what is it that makes you still involved in this matter." "
I took a deep breath and said my mother couldn’t talk anymore. I really wanted to rush up and kick him, throw the infinite doubts in my heart directly into his face, and then use tiger stool chili water, by all means, any Cruel methods are okay, I want him to tell all the secrets.
But no way, the fat man was right and kept his breath. Otherwise, I might get nothing like the previous few times.
"It's really for Zhang Qiling, but it's not you." Fatty said at my side, "It's another person named Zhang Qiling."
Good job! Fatty!
I was surprised when the fat man said that, but I immediately found that the fat man said it very well. This is to throw the problem to him and let him analyze it. His analysis will definitely add a lot of information in his mind—analyze the problem. Give him the initiative.
Unexpectedly, the ghosts were not surprised, but just said "Oh": "They found another one?"
I kept silent, praying in my heart: "Say more, say more, say more, miss more!"
He paused, and said: "I don't know the meaning of this name. They have found so many people called Zhang Qiling from all over the country. In the end, only me will be left. It seems that this plan is dead. 'It's still going on."
I thought for a while, and a big rock in my heart suddenly fell. It seemed that things were not what I thought. Hearing this, their organization had conducted investigations on a person named Zhang Qiling across the country.
They are looking for someone named Zhang Qiling. And it seems that they also gathered a group of people and conducted tests.
In the end, only the person in front of him stayed.
I suddenly realized that in this period of history. It turns out that all the people who used Zhang Qiling's name that I investigated did not only order one person. Could this be the reason why the information I found was messy and ineffective? What I found was a history of two completely different people interspersed.
But if this is the case, what is the organization for? Is it to win a prize
"Maybe it's because you are dead that they think you are not the one they were looking for." The fat man continued, "Fat man, I'm straightforward. The Zhang Qiling we are looking for now is unlikely to be like this. Virtue."
The ghost man ignored him, and only made a move on me.
I slightly conceived a story in my mind and told him that this Zhang Qiling is very special. I said a lot of magical deeds.
Tell him that Zhang Qiling made the older generations of the old nine sects very taboo, so I was asked by the older generations of the old nine sects to help him find the past, and so on.
The ghost figure did not speak, and was silent for a long time before saying: "Where is he now?"
I pointed to my feet: "Just what you said, in that dead team, he is 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 unlocking all secrets." He said, "The only key."
"Why are you sure they will die?"
"Anyway, they will definitely die. This has been determined. If I tell you the reason, you will definitely feel that there is still a chance. This will only add to your troubles."
He paused, "It's a pity, I didn't expect this secret to have a chance to be solved."
"What if you save it?" the fat man asked him.
"It’s a bit bigger than you, 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 that I'm alive. I didn't expect to meet you here.
I have been thinking about how to deal with you just now, and now it seems that it is most appropriate to let you in and die. "
He stood up, took us to the middle of the chasing shells, and removed a few boxes, revealing a few 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 will need these."
Inside were all submachine guns, all wrapped in blackened oiled paper, and underneath were copper bullets that were still orange and shiny, with hundreds of rounds.
"Can still be used? Will not burst?"
"You better hope they still work."
"My "Ding Dong" will be returned to me." The fat man said, "These old guns have too low a rate of fire."
"Your gun has up to twenty bullets. The number of bullets you need is twenty plus two zeros." Ghost Man, "take it." He picked up two and threw it to us.
We put the gun back on our body, and the fat man began to take out the bullets in the greased paper and press it into the magazine. While pressing it, he asked, "Where can you send us? That building seems difficult to get in."
"It's not as complicated as you think, I'll tell you. It's useless to say it now."
He found a few bags from his debris, grabbed all the bullets in, and threw them to the fat man, "Get in and get them again, there's no time. The day is about to dawn."
I glanced at the fat man, the ghost man had already walked out quickly, and the fat man said to me: "Don't ask, you can know by just looking at it."
I nodded. I only heard the ghost whistle in the dark, and we followed out, wondering what he was doing, and saw a commotion in the grass, and a few lynx came out.
He made a few strange noises, and the lynx immediately turned around and walked forward. The ghost man made a gesture to let us follow.