Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 11 Darkroom
"..."

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

"Don't be consumed by the rage of vengeance, brother..."

Lu Mingfei sighed in his heart, 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... my condolences."

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

"It's alright, sorry to bother you."

Chu Zihang's expression remained unchanged.

There are two basements in this three-story building. The stairs and corridors are dark and long, and there are many places where waste mechanical parts are piled up.

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

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

"Hey, who would have thought that he would stay here for so long, and leave as soon as he said... Sigh."

Uncle Shui sighed.

"Human, don't you just look forward to your own children in this life? I introduced him to several cheap rental houses and he didn't want them. He said that he should save some money for his son's wedding ceremony... Sigh."

He seemed to be saying this intentionally to Chu Zihang. He and Chu Tianjiao were drinking buddies, so they knew more or less about Chu Tianjiao.

Chu Zihang remained silent and lowered his head slightly.

"062, here we are."

The three stopped in front of a metal door painted with the number "062" 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 hut.

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

"I won't bother you, the key is in the door, just bring it to me when you leave."

Uncle Shui left, and before he left, he closed the iron door for them to prevent the smell of kerosene from pouring in.

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

Lu Mingfei walked to the bedside table, and a dozen books named "Story Club" were neatly placed on the simple small bookshelf.

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

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

The man combed his oily hair, with a proud smile on his handsome face, with one arm around the waist of the beautiful woman beside him, and the other holding a cute little boy who was concentrating on licking ice cream.

Chu Zihang gently stroked the man's face in the photo with his fingers, and there was a sad flame beating in his golden pupils.

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

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

He was about to take out a copy of "Story Club" from the simple bookshelf of the bedside table and look through it to see if there were any clues in it—but suddenly he seemed to have noticed something unusual, and pressed his palm on the mattress.

"There appears to be something under the mattress."

Lu Mingfei got up and opened the whole bed, and he saw a secret door that was tightly fitted.

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

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

"Looking for a key?"

Lu Mingfei knocked on the secret door lightly, the metallic sound was somewhat dull, obviously the door was quite thick.

"Don't be so troublesome."

Chu Zihang took out the village rain in the black tennis bag, the blade was out of the sheath, and the light of the iron-blue knife splashed out like water.

He slashed down with a knife, without even using much strength, the padlock broke with a sound, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

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

"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 came on, they saw the source of the fragrance——

A whole mahogany wine cabinet is neatly placed with all kinds of whiskey, and there is a box of high-quality Cuban cigars next to each bottle of whiskey;
There is a tall bookshelf in front of the other wall, but the bookshelves are not books, but well-preserved vinyl records...

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

Lu Mingfei didn't feel much about these so-called luxury items, so he went straight to the soft big bed covered with Australian sheepskin in the center of the room.

Of course he wasn't trying to sleep.

His gaze caught sight of a large web of countless red threads criss-crossing under the ceiling.

There are photos, news clippings or handwritten pieces of paper on the red lines, each piece of paper is an event, some red lines are parallel to each other, some are tangled and knotted.

"Come and see this."

Lu Mingfei said, reached out and took a note from one of the red threads, and read the above information together with Chu Zihang who walked over quickly:

On December 1991, 12, the night of the disintegration of the Soviet regime, a violent explosion occurred in the tundra in the Arctic Circle and the ice-covered port north of Verkhoyansk. The strange voice of "Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!" was left behind.

"Is this a record of historical mysterious events?"

Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled, and continued to move forward along the red line, and took down a large piece of paper full of words:

On May 1626, 5 (the sixth day of May in the sixth year of the Apocalypse), the Wang Gong factory in the capital city of the Ming Dynasty exploded.

A [-]-jin stone lion on Shifuma Avenue was thrown out of Shuncheng Gate and disappeared. A rain of corpses began to fall outside Desheng Gate, with heads, hands, and legs falling on the street. Both men and women were naked.

Going forward, Mohenjo-daro, India exploded, and all existence within a radius of 1000 meters from the center of the explosion turned into ashes.

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 of the entire Eurasian continent was dark red.

……

Chu Zihang was horrified when he saw it. His father definitely didn't use these things for fun, and there must be deeper secrets.

Lu Mingfei frowned.

In addition to the explosion or the explosion, it is not clear whether these explosions are caused by aliens or false gods.

He changed a red line, and finally found a possible message about the alien:
On November 2002, 11, in the sea area of ​​Greenland, attracted by the mysterious heartbeat, the Executive Department of Kassel College went to investigate. In the depths of the ice sea, they encountered an enemy suspected of being the Dragon King. The entire army was nearly wiped out, and only one and a half people survived.

(End of this chapter)