dragon hunter

Chapter 285 The Mysterious Sinkhole
Lang Xingsong was impatient, seeing that the librarian didn't speak, he asked again, saying what he was asking about.

"Go, go, even if I'm free, it's not your turn to entertain me." The librarian waved his hand impatiently.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, I quickly jumped out to smooth things over, saying that my friend had some accidents and now lost his memory, and we are helping him remember.

The librarian was dubious, but after I handed over a pack of cigarettes and complimented me a few more words, his expression finally eased.

"What he came here to ask was the old archives that were rebuilt on the border road decades ago." The librarian pushed his glasses and said.

"Oh? Then what did you say?" I asked curiously.

The librarian was about to speak when a slight abnormal sound came from the side.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blue steel needle go through the open window and shoot at the librarian's neck.

"Be careful!" I yelled, rushing to push the librarian away.

The old man, startled by my sudden action, staggered and fell to the ground.

"What are you doing, in broad daylight, do you want to rob?" the librarian yelled in panic.

I didn't speak, and looked around nervously. The poisonous needle that flew in just now fell to the ground.

A figure outside the window disappeared in a flash, and a ninja shot at the librarian on the ground like lightning.

I took out the Gouyu sword, flew the ninja sword, and stood in front of the librarian.

The old man also realized that something was wrong, hid behind me, trembling, and asked who was going to kill him.

Lang Ying reacted quickly, rushed to the window, carefully looked at both sides.

"He's on top of your head!" Fatty Wang pointed at the top of my head.

My heart tightened, and I quickly raised my head to see a masked figure, hanging upside down from the ceiling, throwing a series of ninjas to this side.

The soul jade bell in my pocket flew out by itself and hovered above my head, making a tinkling sound.

The flying ninja marks were blocked by an invisible air shield.

Lang Ying scolded coquettishly, raised her arms, and threw out the two daggers in her hands.

The guy hanging upside down from the ceiling was very vigilant, seeing that he couldn't take advantage of it, he flashed his figure and wanted to escape.

The opponent's movements were quick, and he was able to move on the ceiling like a spider.

I was attacked continuously, holding back my resentment, how could I allow the other party to escape, and I didn't care whether to use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken, and directly used the big move of finding the dragon and fixing the acupoint.

Seeing that figure was about to rush out of the window, a green light flashed across, and he was shot in the calf by the Gouyu sword, staggered and fell to the ground.

Lang Xingsong ran over quickly and stepped on the opponent's body. After the figure fell to the ground, he remained motionless, letting Lang Xingsong step on it.

Fatty Wang leaned over cautiously, looked at the figure on the ground, raised his head in horror, looked at us and said, "He is dead, he committed suicide by taking poison!"

My face was a little pale, and I walked over, and saw a pool of black blood dripping from the corner of the other party's mouth.

"To be able to support a dead soldier, the opponent I met this time is not easy." Lang Xingsong bent his body, and stretched out his hand to check the opponent's breath.

The librarian curled up in the corner, completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

I smiled wryly, walked over, stared at the librarian and said, "Old man, you have also seen that this place is not safe, why don't you stay with us for now."

The librarian trembled, stood up tremblingly, and looked around nervously, fearing that another poisonous needle would fly in the dark and kill him.

The reaction of the dark forces made me a little happy, which just proved that the librarian knew some key information.

We went back to the hotel again, and there was another person in the car, which was the frightened librarian.

Before leaving, the old librarian walked into the library and took some old books and a dusty file bag.

The Lang family is very powerful here, after Lang Xingsong made a phone call, we don't need to worry about the corpse in the library.

Back at the hotel, we sat around on the sofa, with a few old books and a dusty portfolio on the coffee table.

I picked up a book at random, and saw that it was a book similar to local chronicles.

"Grandpa, drink a glass of water first, so as not to panic." Lang Ying came over with a glass of warm water, telling the librarian not to be too nervous.

I smoked a circle, and in a chatty tone, I asked the old man next to me what his last name was.

The librarian took the water glass, took a sip of water, relieved his nervousness, and said that his surname was He, and he had been a librarian for decades.

"Mr. He, can you tell me, what did Brother Lang go to you that day, what did you talk about?" I asked in a gentle voice.

Mr. He put down his water glass, memories flashed in his eyes, and he said, "He went to me that day and asked me if there were any records in the city about the renovation of the old road."

"Yes, I remembered a little more, it seems to be the case." Lang Xingsong added from the side.

"Back then, the old road was refurbished, and there was a lot of movement. I was in my teens at the time, and I was deeply impressed by it." Mr. He continued.

"Then, what did you talk about?" Lang Ying asked impatiently.

"I was going to pick up the portfolio, but this brother Lang gave me a cigarette, and the two chatted for a while." Mr. He took another sip of water.

We didn't answer the conversation, just waiting for Mr. He to tell us what happened next.

"The road renovation back then was not smooth, and people died during it." Mr. He looked at us and said slowly.

"What's going on, why don't I know about this at all?" Lang Xingsong frowned.

"You really don't remember anything?" Mr. He asked a little strangely.

Lang Xingsong smiled wryly, shook his head, and said, "I can't remember, how we talked at that time, brother, please tell me in detail."

"At that time, I also mentioned the matter of the dead, and you jumped out to refute it, saying that there was no such thing, otherwise you would not have no impression at all." Mr. He narrated.

"Uncle, did people die during the road renovation decades ago? Why didn't anyone mention it?" Lang Ying asked suspiciously.

Listening to their conversation, I also felt a little puzzled. Logically speaking, the Lang family was the funder of the road renovation decades ago, and there was no reason for the descendants of the Lang family not to know about the fatal accident.

"I was young at that time, but the elders in my family, why didn't I mention this?" Lang Xingsong wondered to himself.

"At that time, we argued about this matter, but later, you guessed the answer yourself." Mr. He looked at Lang Xingsong and said.

"Brother, don't be tricky, tell me quickly, I really can't remember anything." Lang Xingsong said impatiently.

"The reason why people died that time was because when the road was being renovated, the ground suddenly subsided and a huge hole appeared." Mr. He said slowly.

"What's in that pit?" Fatty Wang became interested and asked from the side.

"What's in the pit, I don't know, because after the accident, that place was blocked by your Lang's family." Mr. He shook his head.

Lang Xingsong and Lang Ying looked at each other. I sat on the side and clearly saw that both of them were full of doubts.

"Then what happened next?" Lang Ying asked softly.

"Because there are dead people, not just one. There was a lot of commotion. Your Lang family organized people to go down to the pit to investigate." Mr. He picked up his glass and took a sip of water.

"About these things, is there any record in your family?" I asked Lang Ying sideways.

"No, this information seems to have been deliberately concealed, and this is the first time I've heard of it." Lang Ying explained.

"As for your Lang family, outsiders don't know what they found in the pothole, but there was a rumor at that time." Mr. He continued.

"Grandpa, don't be tricky when you speak." Fatty Wang scratched his ears anxiously.

"Some people say that inside that pothole is an ancient relic that contains countless gold and silver." Mr. He said holding his water glass.

I frowned subconsciously. The shadow of the trip to the Yellow River has not dissipated. Now, whenever I hear rumors about treasure caves, I will think of conspiracy.

"The rumors stimulated everyone's greed. Many people who wanted to make a fortune sneaked into the potholes, and there were many conflicts with your Lang's family." Mr. He glanced at Lang Xingsong.

"What is the final result, has the secret in the pit been exposed?" I asked in a deep voice.

Mr. He shook his head and said that the Lang family was very powerful at that time and forcibly closed the cave. What was inside became a mystery.

"Where is the pothole?" Lang Xingsong asked.

Mr. He picked up the dusty file bag, patted the dust on it, opened the bag, and poured out a stack of documents.

"After that happened, your Lang family made some adjustments to the position of the old road to avoid that pothole." Mr. He rummaged through a stack of documents.

Afterwards, he picked up a piece of yellowed document paper, handed it to us, and said, "The area near the pothole was later requisitioned by the old textile factory."

My eyelids twitched, and I didn't expect the old events decades ago to intersect with a series of strange things happening now.

"Originally, the old textile factory was doing well, but after the factory was built, female workers died every year, and rumors of ghosts spread, so the factory gradually failed." Mr. He knew all these past events very well.

"Brother, you haven't said yet, what did I guess at that time?" Lang Xingsong asked anxiously.

"You said something, so that's the case, turned around and left, how do I know what you guessed." Mr. He said with a stare.

"Hey, that doesn't mean you didn't say anything." Fatty Wang slapped his thigh dejectedly.

"No, we've got enough clues." I jumped out to retort.

Lang Xingsong tugged at his hair in distress, hammered down the sofa, and muttered to himself: "What did I guess at that time, why didn't I have any memory at all."

"Uncle, why don't we go back to the old house and look around to see if we can find any clues?" Lang Ying suggested from the side.

"Just do it!" Lang Xingsong suddenly stood up and made a decision.

(End of this chapter)