Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

When the third uncle was young,

Wu Xian looked at the familiar and strange person Wu Ling pointed at with a look of surprise.

He took the photo in Wu Ling's hand, looked at the person on it seriously, and said in a somewhat surprised but extremely sure tone:

"That's right, it's this old fox, I saw the photo of the third uncle when he was young in the album in our hometown before, this must be him."

Wu Ling listened to the affirmative words in his brother's mouth, and the string in his heart that he was not sure of being afraid of recognizing the wrong person also fell.

He pinched his fingers, looked up

at the photo, and then at the messy things on the table, and asked with some confusion in his mouth: "But how could the photo of the third uncle be in this courier? And this photo is still from when he was young? Could it be that these things were sent by the third uncle?"

Wu Ling said this, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little strange.

He pointed to the things on the table, turned his head to look at Wu Xian, and smacked his tongue and asked

, "Brother, do you say that this thing could be a 'native' specialty sent to us by the third uncle?"

Wu Xian was stunned when he heard this, he glanced at the fish-patterned bronze bird on the table, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he thought:

"It seems that this possibility is not impossible."

After Wu Xian finished saying this, as if he remembered something, his eyelashes drooped a little, and a trace of waves flashed under his eyes, and he secretly said in his heart:

"Speaking of which, half a month has passed since I found that place, and the third uncle and they should have determined the specific location of the tomb by now, maybe they have all been shoveled." "

Could it be that this bronze bird was picked up from the tomb by the third uncle?"

Just when the thoughts in Wu Xian's mind were a little clear, he suddenly remembered a more detailed matter.

"Shhh...... No, although I don't know what this copper fish does, it's impossible for the third uncle, an old slippery head, to send this thing to me so aggressively.

"Not to mention whether this box will be damaged during long-distance transportation, in case this thing is intercepted by the people of that organization, it is impossible for the third uncle to be so unguarded.

Wu Xian thought while reaching out and touching the small silver pendant on his neck, and continued to think in his heart:

"Besides, the old fox of the third uncle has always sent things to his hall before, and then he sends someone to me, this Xi cannot be changed suddenly."

"And some of the relationships in this don't make sense, if it was really my third uncle who sent it, then why did he send his photo to me? What is his purpose?"

So he forgot that Wu Ling next to him was still waiting for his next sentence.

Wu Ling held his cheeks with both hands, and looked at his brother without blinking for a long time.

A moment later.

He reached out and rubbed his somewhat sour eyes, his mouth pursed slightly, and he reached out and pulled his stinky brother's sleeve with some emotion.

"Brother, what are you thinking, why don't you ignore me again?"

However, this little little movement with Wu Ling's resentment did not disturb Wu Xi's immersive thoughts.

But he also gave Wu Ling a subconscious reaction from his body.

Wu Xian was slightly detached from his thoughts for a while, he reached out and rubbed Wu Ling's hair, and said softly:

"Be good, obedient, don't make trouble yet."

Wu Ling, who seemed to be coaxed as a child: "......"

didn't know why, and suddenly felt a little offended.

He glanced at Wu Xian, who had just finished saying this sentence in front of him, and was immersed in his thoughts again, snorted lightly in his nose, and thought in his heart:

"Perfunctory me again, sure enough, you false adults don't cherish anything as long as you get it."

"Cut, if you don't pay attention to me, you won't care about me, I'm not rare enough to take care of you."

Wu Ling pouted when he thought of this, rolled his little eyes, and turned his head arrogantly while holding his half bag of potato chips.

When he turned his head, he was extremely polite and gave him Wu Xian's ripped sleeve back silently.

Then Wu Ling stuffed a small french fries into his mouth, sighed faintly, and thought:

"I finally understand why some young ladies don't like science and engineering men, if this science and engineering man is serious, he really can't see people."

After Wu Ling finished playing treasure in his heart, his eyes gradually focused on the last photo on the table.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Forget it, don't get angry, do the right thing first, and then revenge later.

Wu Ling slapped his face and continued to start his photo appreciation campaign.

He took the last photo left on the table and the yellowed, crumpled sticky note in his hand and examined it carefully.

The image on this last photograph is minimalist, a shabby, eerie-looking old-fashioned three-story school building.

At the top of the teaching building, there were several rusty iron frames, and the shelves on them were arranged into a few big characters

: Lu's Shiyuanshan Experimental Middle School

, and on the yellowed sticky note, a few words were scribbled in pencil:

No. 23, 160 meters east of the intersection of Changzheng Road and Hushan Road, Lushi County, Sanmenxia City, Henan Province.

As long as the brain is online, you can see at a glance that one of these two things is a photo of Lushi County Middle School, and the other is the address of a certain merchant in Lushi County.

"Wuhu. Wu Ling's heart moved, and when he saw this address, he instantly forgot that he was still unilaterally angry with Wu Xian.

Decisively turned around and patted Wu Xian's leg, handed him the address and photo in his hand, and said in a hurry:

"Brother has come back to his senses, look at this."

Wu Xian was slapped back to his senses by him, and slightly stopped the thoughts in his head.

He was just about to reach out to pick up the things handed over by Wu Ling, but suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and then his feet were heavy.

Wu Ling held a photo and a sticky note in his hand and rushed directly in front of him.

I don't know if Wu Ling was intentional or unintentional, he was on the way to Wu Xian.

The pair of plush slippers on his feet stepped directly on the sports white shoes on Wu's oblique feet, and a big footprint was imprinted perfectly.

When Wu Xian felt the weight on his feet, he subconsciously looked down, but only saw a doggy slipper lifted from his foot, and then stepped on him in a bright light, and even pushed left and right.

Wu Xian blinked, and then looked up at Wu Ling in front of him with a confused expression, as if there were three small question marks on his head.

What's the matter? What is my brother stepping on me? What did I do wrong?

Wu Ling shrugged his little nose, looked back at him without changing his face, and said in a straight and strong mouth: "Slippery feet." Wu

Xian: "......"

He looked down at the little slippers that were still moving back and forth on his feet, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Then he said helplessly: "You are quite skilled in sliding on your feet." "

Uh-huh. Wu Ling nodded proudly.

After the two looked at each other for three seconds, Wu Xian decisively bowed down.

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and watched indulgently as Wu Ling stepped on and kicked his newly bought shoes.

A moment later.

On a pear wood chaise longue.

The two brothers sat in a row, looking at the address on the post-it note with solemn faces.

Wu Ling glanced at the address on the sticky note, and then at the big characters on the school.

His head moved slightly, and he gently bumped Wu Xian's head next to

him, and asked in his mouth: "Eh, brother, did you say that this address is the place where this photo was taken?"

Wu Xian looked at the address on the note, looked at the photos again, and after a moment of silence, he said in a somewhat thoughtful tone:

" In order to avoid students being disturbed by the sound of vehicle horns, the school generally does not build on the edge of the intersection, and the address on this post-it note should be the address of another place. "

It's not ......

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