Tomb Raiders: Inheriting Zhang Lingyu at the Beginning

　　There is only one possibility, and that is that the owner of the house hid the key here.

　　"It saves us from prying the windows." Wu Xie said.

　　Just as he was talking, the little brother had already skillfully opened the door of the wooden house.

　　Immediately, countless dust was continuously sprinkled down.

　　The four of them waved their hands subconsciously, sweeping away the dust as soon as possible.

　　Standing in front of the door, Wu Xie's flashlight kept scanning inside.

　　The inside looks very rudimentary, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with four walls.

　　A dining table was placed by the window, and there were farming tools behind the door.

　　There is a humble kitchen in the corner of the house.

　　It can be seen how simple and hard life the owner of this house used to live.

　　(Wang Qian's) No one has come in the room for a long time.

　　It was filled with countless dust-covered entire rooms, casting a grey layer on the house.

　　"Strange." Wu Xie said suspiciously.

　　Fatty Wang asked, "What's so strange?"

　　"Usually in a place like Guangxi, every household will place the altar in the hall, but there is no altar in your house." Wu Xie said.

　　Fatty Wang said, "Maybe people don't like it."

　　"Impossible, unless the owner of this house is not a local, but migrated from other places." Wu Xie said with certainty.

　　Fatty Wang said, "Why are you so sure?"

　　"It's the Shentai, this is incompatible with the customs of the west side." Wu Xie said.

　　Saying that, Wu Xie walked into the house first, and when he stepped on the floor, there was a squeak of wooden boards.

　　Fortunately, there is a stone under the house, although there is a sound, I will not worry about it collapsing.

　　.......

Chapter 260

　　As everyone entered the room, footprints began to appear on the ground.

　　There was nothing on the table except some bowls, just a thick layer of dust.

　　Wu Xie took them to the place that was supposed to be the altar.

　　There are only a few knives hanging on the wall, all of them are agricultural knives, and there are several bamboo baskets in the place.

　　It doesn't look any different from an abandoned house.

　　"Little brother, have you thought of anything?" Wu Xie asked.

　　The little brother shook his head, looking around as if he felt unfamiliar.

　　But he remembered where his keys were.

　　There is also a small room in the wooden house with a door made of bamboo.

　　It's just that the door bolt made of bamboo is simply closed.

　　The little brother still pulled open the door bolts a lot, revealing the small room inside.

　　The room is not big, but it is neatly arranged.

　　A bed, a bamboo cabinet, a desk, this is what is in the room.

　　There are a lot of books stacked on the desk, all of which look like ancient books.

　　There are also some photos on it, and the bed is not unusual except for a pillow and quilt.

　　The door of the bamboo cabinet had fallen to the ground, and only a few pieces of clothes were kept inside.

　　But it seems that the color is a little different from the clothes of Miao Village.

　　Fatty Wang was naturally interested in these things.

　　He hurriedly took out the clothes from the bamboo cabinet and spread them out.

　　It was found that the clothes were not really the clothes of Miao Village.

　　It looks like Tibetan clothes, and it is also women's clothes.

　　"Little brother, isn't this your mother's clothes?" Fatty Wang asked suspiciously.

　　The little brother just shook his head without any other explanation.

　　"Maybe it's his mother's clothes."

　　Wu Xie pointed at the desk with a flashlight and said.

　　The photos on the desk are all black and white, all of a woman and a child.

　　The woman was wearing a Tibetan costume, while the man had a calm expression, as if he didn't care about the things around him at all.

　　There is a hint of indifference and loneliness in his eyes, which is simply the image of a little brother.

　　And judging from the background behind the photo, this should have been a long time ago.

　　"Looking at the background, it seems to be the grassland over there. Little brother, your mother is very beautiful?" said Fatty Wang.

　　The little brother still just shook his head, but there was a hint of color in his eyes.

　　During this period of time, this was the first time that the little brother showed such eyes.

　　It seems to be nostalgic, it seems to be tenderness, it is very complicated to understand what he is thinking.

　　The little brother in the photo looks like he is only eight or nine years old.

　　The face in the photo never smiles.

　　There are many photos, all of them are photos of the little brother and this woman.

　　The only difference is that the background in the photo is different.

　　"This seems to be a process of migration." Zhou Long said.

　　Wu Xie took a closer look and said, "If this is a sacrificial treasure, then this place should be Qinghai, although it has changed a lot, it can still be recognized."

　　"Isn't this an alley in the capital?" Fatty Wang also pointed to a photo and asked.

　　Wu Xie saw another photo and said, "This is Lao Changsha."

　　Of course he is very clear about this.

　　After all, he grew up in Changsha when he was young.

　　Although it is a little different from when he was a child, he may be sure that this is the old Changsha.

　　"It seems that this is not my brother's hometown, he just moved here." Wu Xie said.

　　Fatty Wang thought for a while, and then said, "Have you noticed that this woman is slowly getting older, but the little brother doesn't seem to have changed."

　　People naturally discovered this phenomenon.

　　He seems to have been stuck around ten years old.

　　But when this woman slowly moved south from the Xizang side, the years had begun to leave marks on her face.

　　It can be seen that when they moved south, it took a lot of time.

　　"Brother, do you still remember this person?" Wu Xie looked at the younger brother and asked.

　　The little brother shook his head and frowned again, as if recalling something.

　　Maybe he has a clue, but he just can't put the pieces together.

　　The final photo was fixed in this Banai Village, because the Banai Village at that time was the same as the current Banai Village.

　　The pattern, the houses, the roads have not changed, even the fences are the same.

　　The only difference is that this house is out of place.

　　"It seems that this is really my brother's house." Wu Xie said with a sigh.

　　It's just that the little brother doesn't seem to have much impression on this place.

　　But everyone did not see the little brother's father in the photo.

　　They speculated that something might have happened that forced the younger brother to relocate here with his mother.

　　Judging from the photos, these things happened at least a hundred years ago.

　　"Do you think this is the father of the little brother?" Fatty Wang suddenly guessed.

　　After all, the photo is too old.

　　If it's really a little brother, isn't this guy over a hundred years old?

　　"It's me." The little brother denied directly.

　　After speaking, the little brother stopped talking.

　　It can be seen that this method really works, this guy actually recalled something.

　　"I'm a good boy. You still look like a teenager when you are more than [-] years old. You are a lot better than an old man." Fatty Wang said.

　　Wu Xie was speechless for a while, they already knew that the little brother had this kind of longevity physique.

　　At this time, Wu Xie took out an ancient book, which contained some books from the Qing Dynasty.

　　Most of them record some interesting stories of literati, as well as some books on geography.

　　If the book on this desk spreads out, it will definitely cause an uproar.

　　After all, books from a hundred years ago are hard to find now.

　　It can only be found in some ancient tombs.

　　Aside from these things, they didn't find anything else.