Tomb Raiders: Evacuate the Bronze Door

Chapter 92

Fatty Zhou Fan's brother all looked at Wu Xie.

Wu Xie clenched his fist and nodded, and said with certainty:

"This person pretending to be Third Uncle, I'm sure it's Jin Wantang."

"But I don't know why Tangtang pretended to be Third Uncle. The most important thing is that Third Uncle obviously knows the content recorded in this tape."

"And it was specially hidden in the corpse, and you want to leave it to me?"

A little far away, a sinister smile appeared on Zheng Jingyin's face.

He wriggled on top of the brass box like he'd been stung by a wasp beneath his ass.

Zheng Jingyin put his hands behind his back and made several gestures to his followers.

Wu Xie's attention was focused on the corpse in the locker and the old tape recorder, but he didn't notice Zheng Jingyin's movements.

Although Zhou Fan and the younger brother found out, they didn't care what kind of mess this person could make.

There are many secrets, and fat sheep who can make troubles are needed to provide clues.

Although the fat man didn't notice Zheng Jingyin's actions.

However, relying on his terrifying innate skill of blind guessing, he turned around and turned his back to Zheng Jingyin's direction.

With an expression of "I don't know anything", he winked at Zhou Fan and his brother, and pointed to the big pond near them.

The strange big tree with a huge number of blood corpses dragging inside it was as quiet as a fake tree at this moment.

It stands there quietly, it looks clear, but obviously there is a strange big pond in the water.

Zhou Fan and the little brother both used the cover of the fat man's size to gesture at him to express "vigilance, stand still for the time being".

At this time, the old radio continued to emit sound.

Jin Wantang pretended to be Wu Sansheng and said:
"This village is known as the Zhuangyuan Village, but the Zhuangyuan villages all over the country, such as the imperial concubine village, have gone to the sea."

"It was nothing special at first."

"However, I have checked this village. From the accumulation of Wang Zanghai in the Ming Dynasty, sixteen champions came out."

"But it's not these champions who attracted me here. Only Xiaoxie in my family can inherit his father's education, but he can't compare with the champions."

"No. [-], after all, the number one in the country, this ordinary person really can't compare."

"This shabby place that doesn't shit, the reason why I came here is because these champions were all transformed into corpses first, and then they were killed by others."

"Oh! What a fool! What a blind little bastard dares to sneak up on you three..."

The voice of Wu Sansheng that Jin Wantang had originally pretended to be speaking was very similar. If Wu Xie hadn't been present, no one else would have been able to tell the difference accurately.

At most, he wondered if Wu Sansheng had stayed with that place for a long time and learned some local intonations when speaking, which made his speaking intonation a little strange.

But at this time, it was obvious that Jin Wantang was attacked by someone before he finished speaking.

But the person who interrupted Jin Wantang obviously didn't kill him, he just hit him casually.

But with the sound of a brick falling to the ground, Jin Wantang's voice suddenly broke down, and he no longer held his throat and pretended to be Wu Sanxing talking.

Jin Wantang recovered his voice in an instant, scurrying around with his head in his arms, and shouted out of breath:
"Wow! Isn't this the third master himself?"

"Where did a gust of wind bring you here, I didn't do it because of... Zizi..."

The sound of a recording being erased.

The sound of snowflakes lasted for nearly half a minute, and then the sound from another tape was apparently recorded "inverted".

Jin Wantang nodded and bowed, and said in a flattering tone:
"Third Master, I was just confused for a while, but you are also a businessman, so you can't be rough."

Wu Sansheng sneered.

But in his sneer, there was at least half of ruthlessness, and more of a little bit of energy.

Fatty Wu Xie's eyes met Zhou Fan's younger brother.

Last year, they had a long period of fighting with Xie Lianhuan's "Third Master Wu Sansheng", and they had a life-and-death contact.

Obviously, at this time, this kind of indulgent energy is obviously Jie Lianhuan.

What's more, Xie Lianhuan was in a state of extreme relaxation at the time, and there was no danger around him, so he didn't strictly abide by the tone of "Three Masters", but brought a little bit of his own tone.

At this moment, Wu Sansheng, that is, Xie Lianhuan himself, lit a cigarette, obviously lighting Jin Wantang's body with something.

Jin Wantang tremblingly said in a tone that was about to pee out of fright:
"Third Master, if you don't need a gun to shoot me directly in the head, I will definitely tell you the truth."

Xie Lianhuan said coldly:
"I didn't put the gun directly in your mouth, just to give you a chance."

"Give me the picture."

"What else do you see in there?"

"Wait and take me there."

"You have to take good care of it."

Jin Wantang's upper and lower teeth creaked and clashed continuously.

Not far away, Zheng Jingyin said with an ugly face:
"Wu Sansheng is as domineering as ever."

Wu Xie's mouth twitched.

Although this person is Xie Lianhuan, he is also the image of "Three Masters, Wu and Three Provinces" recognized by everyone in the world.

The old tapes continued to spin.

Jin Wantang said in an extremely complicated tone of extreme fear and fear, full of the rest of his life, and the regret that he was about to be forced to go to the execution ground again for not running away in time:
"Third Master, I really only brought out one photo."

"I haven't had time to remake, here you are."

There was a sound of rubbing his trouser pocket.

The sound of slightly bending a photo with your fingers.

It was obviously the sound of a gun barrel being slapped gently on the cheek.

With a feeling of collapse, Jin Wantang said:
"Third Master, I really can't say what I saw in detail. If you are really not afraid of death, I will take you there right away."

"But I can tell you one thing, you must remember what I saw inside."

"In case we are grandpa...you are grandpa, I am grandson, we grandpa and grandson, this time there will be no problem..."

"In case our grandpa and grandson escape again by chance, we must not tell others what we saw in that ancient tomb."

"The walls of that ancient tomb are densely covered with bloodstains. I can tell you this right now."

"That's 'If you see it, you must not show it or something will happen', remember it."

Some people should have come over from Xie Lianhuan's side, there was a sound of clicking and adjusting the gun, and tapping various ammunition together.

Jin Wantang gulped down a mouthful of saliva, apparently completely unaware that Wu Sansheng came prepared.

Xie Lianhuan obviously walked a certain distance to the side, suddenly lowered his voice, and whispered to the recording device:

"Kunqu Opera, Wonderful Dreams in the Garden."

"There are three people in the picture."

"I will ask someone to take this recording and photos with me, and hide in a safe place first."

"Also, what exactly is pretending not to see?"

zizi.

There is another blank space in the recording that has been washed out.

Everyone looked a little dignified.

The fat man picked up the old tape recorder, stared at the spinning tape, and said to everyone:

"I saw it just now, and the tape inside the tape was physically cut off a lot."

"It's not a full volume at all."

"In the recording played, more than half of it has been washed out."

"More than half of the tapes are still playing now, there is nothing left and right, let's listen first."

There was silence.

After about 5 minutes.

Rumble!
There was a loud thunder.

Countless thunderous roars came from the old tape recorder.

This kind of thunder is not the same as the thunder heard in ordinary times.

Obviously with a kind of aura that everyone has imagined in their minds, the divine thunder that can split the world of Kyushu.

Countless thunderclaps came out continuously.

Occasionally, it is also mixed with the sound of tyrannical, huge rainstorms.

Wu Xie rubbed her ears with her hands, grinned, and said:

"What the hell is this? How did Third Uncle record so much thunder?"

The fat man winked and said:
"I can't be sure, what did the third master go to, the sea of ​​​​thunder."

"Hey, if you are struck by this kind of lightning, you may be able to survive the thunder disaster and become a fairy."

Zhou Fan whispered:
"Didn't Xiaohua mention the satellite phone that Xiaohua hid in the corpse before when discussing it with the blind man?"

"Someone used Tinglei to analyze those Thunderlanes and draw a map."

"Most of those thunderclaps should be useless."

"In this old tape, the thunder sounds that have obviously been washed and selected are probably useful ones."

Wu Xie scratched his head, and asked with a blank expression:

"Old Zhou, little brother, fat man, which of you can listen to the sound of thunder and turn it into a map?"

"What's wrong with this thing?"

The little brother's expression changed suddenly, and he picked up the corpse that fell out of the storage box, covered with vines and fungal filaments, and the head that was broken in half.

Everyone's eyes turned.

All he could see were those densely deformed ears sewn into his skull.

When he heard the terrifying thunder coming from the old tape recorder, he was trembling unceasingly.

Zhou Fan took out his mobile phone very quickly, and Wu Xie and Fatty raised the black paper lantern to light it up.

The phone was pointed at those ears and started filming.

The little brother carefully held the weird half of the head, and slowly stuck it to the edge of the old tape recorder.

Rumble!
Accompanied by countless thunderstorms.

Everyone was surprised to find that the ears in those skulls were shaking with a special pattern.

A slight tremor like "the ear moved".

But there are too many ears sewn into the skull, so their shaking forms some obvious rules.

After ten minutes.

The tape is put on the head.

Everyone has not had time to speak.

hiss.click.Zizizi.

There was a small sound of mechanism starting from the old tape recorder.

Immediately afterwards, a small "bang!" sound came out.

The entire old tape recorder was blown into countless pieces.

But obviously the person who set up the organ placed the explosives very accurately.

The speed of the explosion was extremely fast, and the old tape recorders and tapes were completely "burned after reading".

However, even the head of the old tape recorder that the little brother was still holding was not affected at all.

Not even a shudder in that head.

Zhou Fan praised:

"It's a master."

The little brother hummed and said:

"Precise control."

Wu Xie and Fatty looked at each other, and they suddenly recalled that they were on their way to the snow-capped mountains of Yunding Tiangong with Chen Pi Asi and his party.

The so-called "cannon god who has never missed a shot" directly triggered an avalanche when he blasted the snow mountain...

Wu Xie and Fatty wiped off a cold sweat, with a look of gratitude that "the past is unbearable to look back on, fate is hard, and teammates are big enough".

Wu Xie scratched his head, glanced at Zheng Jingyin not far away, who was staring at everyone, and then looked at the old tape recorder that was completely reduced to ashes in front of him.

And corpses infested with barnacles and fungal filaments, inside and out.

Wu Xie asked in a low voice to the crowd:
"Where should the photo be hidden?"

Zhou Fan pulled out a few sharp daggers from his backpack, threw them to everyone, pulled the storage box over, and said with a smile:

"A photo, it's so flat and doesn't take up much space."

"If it were me, the best place to hide photos would be in the interlayer of this storage box."

The little brother nodded, and didn't dare to use the ancient black gold knife to cut the storage box.

Zhou Fan's seven-star Longyuan sword slashed, and the storage box was instantly wiped out.

The little brother's own black gold ancient knife is sharpened, and the storage box has to be directly turned into powder.

If there are photos hidden in it, it will be scrapped immediately.

Zhou Fan took a dagger, swiped it a few times, and divided the storage box into four parts.

Zhou Fan, brother, Wu Xie, and the fat man sat cross-legged next to the corpse, facing the storage box, and peeled it off bit by bit, like peeling an apple.

The storage box is made of two layers of iron sheets, with a scarlet red unknown leather thing sandwiched inside.

Not far away, Zheng Jingyin's pupils shrank suddenly, but he restrained his actions again.

His eyes glanced very vaguely at the huge pond next to him and the big tree dragging many blood corpses inside.

Then Zheng Jingyin tapped his hand on the brass box under his buttocks again.

The fat man hissed and asked:

"Didn't Jin Wantang in the recording just now have an appointment with the third master to visit an ancient tomb?"

"What are you talking about, just pretend you didn't see it."

"The third master also whispered, what exactly is pretending not to see?"

"Little comrades, do you know what posture and expression you have to make to be called 'pretend not to see'?"

Zhou Fan smiled and said:

"It depends on the standard set by the other party. It doesn't count if we say it."

The little brother hummed, and said in a calm voice:

"Perhaps gouging out the eyes."

Wu Xie's face turned green in an instant, he took a breath, and said embarrassingly:
"This standard is too strict, ha, ha ha."

"The third uncle and Tangtang we saw later, their eyes are still there, so it's definitely not such a strict standard."

At this time, the part of the locker in the hands of Zhou Fan and the younger brother had all been chopped into powder, and nothing was found.

Wu Xie continued to cut the knife while talking.

Zhou Fan and the younger brother shouted at Wu Xie at the same time:

"do not move."

Wu Xie gave herself a "pause" instantly.

A small wisp of the edge of the photo fluttered down along the dagger in Wu Xie's hand.

Wu Xie held her breath, and carefully cut out the entire photo according to the estimated size of the photo.

Just when Wu Xie pulled out the photo.

The fat man paused his hand, hissed, and said:

"Hey, I'm going! This motherfucker has land deeds and work permits!"

Wu Xie looked at the fat man in surprise, and with a force of his hand, he pulled out the photo.

Everyone looked at the photo with surprised expressions.

Sure enough, there were three people in the photo.

Wu Sansheng may be Xie Lianhuan, Chen Wenjin, and Wu Xie.

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