Infinite Script Killing

"Welcome, I didn't expect that a place as small as ours could receive guidance from a great expert like Mr. Zhou."

The deputy director excitedly held the gray-haired old man in front of him.

Although the two are not much different in age, the other is already a well-known archeology professor in the country and a well-known figure in the archaeological community.

"It's us who are causing trouble."

Zhou Huasheng patted the deputy director's hand: "Normally, this matter has nothing to do with us, but the golden dagger is extraordinary and seems to be closely related to an ancient ruins we are looking for, so I took the liberty to disturb you. "

"Yes, yes, let's not talk about it here, let's talk about it after we go in."

The deputy director was particularly enthusiastic. In fact, he could see clearly that Zhou Huasheng and his group were here for the golden dagger, but what did this matter have to do with him.

No matter whether the old farm director's case can be solved or not, the dagger here, whether as a murder weapon or an antique, is unlikely to fall into his hands, let alone stay in the forest farm.

He just needs to do his own thing.

Thinking of this, he glanced sideways at Sheriff Wang beside him, and saw that the Sheriff's face was particularly ugly.

It is said that this thing is a murder weapon, and no one is allowed to visit it at all, let alone take it for study, but this old man Zhou's reputation is so great that the higher-ups want to sell his face.

The group of people walked forward talking and laughing. At this time, a young man standing behind Zhou Huasheng suddenly interrupted and asked;

"When we came here, we heard that someone tried to steal the dagger last night. Thanks to someone fighting to the death to protect him, I wonder how that person's injury is now. Can we visit him?"

Zhou Huasheng was particularly concerned when he heard this: "Yes, once such an important cultural relic is lost, we will be the sinners of history. We must do our best no matter what."

"This..." The deputy director hesitated. After all, Li Laosi's injury was too serious. So many people ran over, which was not conducive to his cultivation.

"Don't worry, I have professional medical staff here, and they also bring anti-hemorrhage and anti-inflammatory drugs, just in time to give this hero a check-up."

Zhou Huasheng pointed to the three people following him and said.

I saw the smallest young man among the three patting the medical kit on his waist.

Now the deputy director couldn't refuse anymore. Just when he was about to nod and agree, a rapid scream came from the distance.

Everyone turned around and saw that it was Xu Tong.

He ran over from a distance with a look of embarrassment on his face, shouting as he ran: "No, no, Li... Uncle Li... he can't survive!"

"What??"

The deputy director and others looked at each other, and even Yang Guanjin couldn't help but be surprised: "Weren't you fine just now?"

"Fourth uncle's wound suddenly burst open and the bleeding couldn't stop..."

He raised his hands stained with blood, his face was full of panic, and his eyes were full of uneasiness and helplessness, like a child looking at a fire but not knowing how to remedy it.

"Quick! Zhang Hu, hurry up and save people!!"

People's lives were at stake, so Zhou Huasheng hurriedly asked the three people behind him to rescue people. The deputy director, who was old, even hurriedly ran ahead to lead the way.

But when everyone arrived, they saw Li Si lying on the bed without making a sound.

Zhang Hu walked forward with the box in his arms and carefully checked whether it was the pulse or pupils. After careful inspection, he looked back at his companions behind him, nodded, and said regretfully: "I'm late. If I had come half an hour earlier, maybe it would have been better." There is help.”

"how so!!"

The remorseful eyes of the deputy director gradually turned to anger. When he looked back, he saw Xu Tong standing behind him with a look of confusion on his face. He suddenly became angry.

"Didn't you say that the wound has been treated? What's going on!! I knew it, I knew it, you students can only talk and talk and you can't accomplish anything!!"

Xu Tong looked at the looks from the people around him, his eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, but in the end he lowered his head silently and clenched his fists without saying a word.

"You're still aggrieved! Who said you learned first aid in school?"

The deputy director kicked him up and knocked him to the ground. Fortunately, everyone around him hurriedly stopped him and pulled the already furious deputy director away.

Sheriff Wang first checked Li Si's body, then pulled back the quilt and saw that the gauze on the wound was stained red with blood.

Then he walked to Xu Tong and looked at him sitting on the ground without saying a word. He sighed: "It's not your fault. We were careless. Did Fourth Uncle Li say anything before he died? Was there anything unusual? Performance??”

He shook his head, but seemed to suddenly remember something again. He opened his mouth, but closed it again.

Seeing his hesitant look, everyone felt even more anxious. Yang Guanjin said anxiously, "You can tell me if there is anything you want."

"Don't worry, speak out boldly if you have anything to say." Sheriff Wang pulled him up from the ground and encouraged him.

"Child, just say whatever you have to say. Don't be afraid. You tried your best and no one means to blame you."

Even Zhou Huasheng stepped forward to comfort him.

Under everyone's gaze and urging, Xu Tong took a deep breath, as if he had gathered enough courage, and said: "Uncle Li, he...he...was fine at first, but suddenly he went crazy, muttering to himself, He was shouting something I couldn’t understand, as if he was saying, what..."

He thought carefully: "It seems like something... some white ghost... some treasure... in the mountains..."

He spoke intermittently, and no one could understand him at all.

But as soon as these words came out, the expressions of many people present became strange.

Everyone seemed to have gotten some key information from this passage. Although Xu Tong lowered his head, his eyes clearly saw the appearance of everyone's face.

"What nonsense are you talking about! What nonsense."

Everyone looked different, but only the deputy director was scolding Xu Tong, but things had become like this, and everyone could only persuade him to go back.

"Li Laosi will be a bachelor all his life. Let us brothers stay here and dress him up."

Several old people sighed and spoke.

At this time, Xu Tong raised his head: "Let me stay. I was the one who killed Fourth Uncle Li. Let me sort out the remains of Fourth Uncle. This is considered as my atonement."

Several old people looked at each other and knew in their hearts that he was not entirely to blame for this incident. Even without him, there was no doctor in the forest farm for such a serious injury, and he would still have died in the end.

However, seeing his insistence, several old people nodded and acquiesced.

The crowd dispersed, followed by Zhou Huasheng and others.

Looking at Zhou Huasheng and others leaving, Xu Tong frowned slightly. The words he just said were naturally made by him.

The purpose is not only to put down smoke bombs for these people, but also to test them.

Zhou Huasheng and the others came here for this dagger, and I believe they must be particularly interested in the origin of the dagger.

After hearing the keywords "treasures on the mountain", you will naturally think of it.

As for the white ghost, of course he was the one who attacked the lost dog last night. What surprised him was that after Zhou Huasheng heard the word, his face remained silent, but he saw his hands tremble slightly.

No matter what, my goal was finally achieved.

Xu Tong walked into Sanggou's room, opened the door and saw Sanggou's body lying on the bed. After closing the door, he whispered: "Come out quickly, the time for the bottle of medicine you gave me is almost up."

As he finished speaking, a small paper man came out from under the bed and danced towards Xu Tong, not knowing what he was expressing.

Xu Tong placed the paper manikin on the table, and at the same time took out the [Magic Bell] from the props book, shook it gently at the paper manikin, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Guard the soul!"

"Lao San, are you sure that guy is really dead?"

At the entrance of the cafeteria, the three young men brought by Zhou Huasheng were sitting on stone benches. Yang Zixuan, the leader, asked.

"Dead. There is still residual heat in the body, but there is no life." Zhang Hu, who was regarded as the third child by Yang Zixuan, nodded firmly.

After receiving this answer, Yang Zixuan couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "It's a pity, all the pigs were dead last time. I wanted to catch two more pigs, but one died first. What a waste."

"Isn't there another one?" Zhang Hu said with narrowed eyes.

"But I don't think he looks like it."

Yang Zixuan tapped his fingers lightly on the stone table in front of him. On their way here, they had already figured out the situation of the forest farm.

Especially after learning that someone was trying to steal the golden dagger last night, they targeted Li Laosi and the young man named Chen Shaoguo.

After all, it would be hard to explain why he worked so hard to protect this golden dagger if he were not a game player with a mission.

But just now he saw the boy's expression when he was cursed by the deputy director and his panicked expression, Yang Zixuan couldn't help but feel a little unsure again.

"He's probably a novice. Third brother, go give him a try. If he's willing to give him some benefits, let him come to our team to coax him and get the information out of him. Then we can raise him like a pig in the next script world. "

Zhang Hu nodded and stood up and walked out. After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned around: "What if he doesn't want to? Or what if he really is not a player?"

Yang Zixuan tapped his fingers on the table and looked sideways at Zhang Hu: "I would rather kill by mistake than let go..."