Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Everything in this classroom is disorganized, and the desks, chairs, and benches are scattered all over the floor.

As a result, the originally large space looks a little cramped and cramped at this time.

And because the corner of the window outside the window is broken, every time it rains, the rainwater will pour in.

As a result, the surrounding wooden planks became moldy and blackened, and the smell in the house was extremely unpleasant.

And there are some 'love to be guests' in this classroom.

Wu Ling opened a table and found a stinking dead rat with maggots and green water bubbling out of its corpse.

The bitter and disgusting little expression on his chubby face like a little bitter gourd has never been loosened.

And because his sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people.

Wu Ling only felt that his nasal cavity and throat were as if he had been punched, and his throat was choked.

Wu Xian is a master who feels sorry for his younger brother.

He saw that his brother was smoked, and even his usually majestic and high-spirited little hair hung down.

A wilted pair fell between the golden hair, looking strangely aggrieved.

He was amused and a little distressed at the same time.

So he directly pulled the child who was about to choke out of the smoked tears to the bookcase next to him.

Ask him to find out if there are any sticky notes, message sheets, or pieces of paper with useful information written on them.

He himself rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and did all the physical work.

The large, calloused and scarred hand pulled open the dusty tables one by one, checking to see if anything useful was hidden inside.

One of the two searched for the pages and papers, and the other rummaged through the cabinets and tables, and the tacit understanding was extremely harmonious.

A moment later.

Wu Ling sat cross-legged on top of a coat, and silently put the 24th love letter found in his hand on top of the other 23 love letters.

Then he sighed faintly, holding his little chubby face with both hands, and asked his own brother in front of him with a melancholy expression:

"Brother, why do you say that people's thirteen or fourteen-year-old dolls have love letters, and I have lived to be 19 years old and have never received a love letter?"

Wu Xianzheng was holding a wooden bar and looking at the desk in front of it that was stained with an unknown black liquid.

He heard his brother throw the stick in his hand with the foul-smelling liquid in his hand into the drawer of the table.

Then he turned his head to look at the sad and tangled little expression on his child's face, and asked funny:

"What's the matter?

When Wu Ling heard this, he wrinkled his little nose and nodded his little head decisively.

He moved his fingers lightly, and his fingertips lightly tapped the 24 love letters next to him, and said with

a sigh: "Look at people, these 24 love letters, a little boy in the family almost received 17 copies, you look at me again, I haven't even had a love letter in this little half of my life." As he

spoke, Wu Ling covered his fleshy face with both hands again, pouted and said sullenly: "This gap is really big old nose."

Wu Xian looked at the little expression on his brother's face that hated iron and was a little complaining, and couldn't help but be amused.

He chuckled in his throat and pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand, comforting a child who had gotten into the tip of a cow's horn.

Not necessarily, there are many ways for human beings to express their love, and this way of writing love letters to others is just one of the many manifestations of love.

"Maybe there are a lot of people who like our little master, but they express their love in different ways. "

Wuhu.

Hearing this, Wu Ling's little paws withdrew from his cheeks, his eyes brightened as he looked at Wu Xian, and asked,

"Really?" "

Of course it's true." Wu Xian smiled and raised his eyebrows.

He approached Wu Ling, his long legs slightly bent and half-squatted on the ground, and tapped his forehead with his finger: "When did my brother lie to you?"

Wu Ling shook his head with a smile, and laughed "hehe" in his mouth.

He looked at the old brother who was squatting in front of him, smiling exceptionally gently, his eyes flashed, and the puppy asked curiously:

"Brother, have you ever received a love letter from someone else?"

Wu Ling nodded, and looked straight at Wu Xian with a pair of round dog eyes.

The emotion in his eyes seemed to say: The dog is so cute, are you willing to refuse the dog?

Wu Xian's eyes were stained with a bit of tenderness and a little smile in his eyes that were covered by cold fragments, and

he looked at the child in front of him with a curious expression, and put his hand against the little head that he kept putting in his side.

The hand, which was almost as big as Wu Ling's face, gently pinched the white and soft flesh of his fingertips.

Then a deep and warm voice with a warm smile sounded in Wu Ling's ears: "I won't tell you."

After saying this, Wu Xian deliberately glanced at the little shocked expression on his child's face, and the smile on his face became heavier.

He pushed the glasses off his face and put away some of his bad thoughts.

Before Wu Ling pouted and grinded, he put all the remaining piles of paper on the bookcase into his hands.

Then his big hand patted Wu Ling's little shoulder, and blatantly changed the topic in his mouth:

"Okay, my little young master, the rest time is over, let's find the news that the person wants us to know first, and talk about other things after we get out."

After saying this, Wu Xian forcibly held back the smile on the corner of his mouth, took a long step, and continued to move in three steps and two steps.

Only Wu Ling, who was holding a few piles of messy papers in his arms, was so angry in place that he was furious.

Wu Ling knew that his brother was changing the topic, but he couldn't find anything to refute his brother's words, so he was very angry.

Wu Ling wrinkled his nose, he looked at the sky and the earth in front of him, but he didn't look at his own brother.

silently made a note in the small book in his heart.

Then he pursed his lips, glanced at the paper in his hand that was thicker than the Xinhua Dictionary, sighed slightly, and continued his love letter sorting administrator mode.

I don't know how long it has been.

Wu Ling flipped through the entire bookcase and the paper on the ground, but he didn't see any useful news.

Wu Xian also rummaged through all the tables and things around him, but he didn't find any useful clues.

The two of them sat together, sorting out the news in their heads.

Wu Xian raised his hand and wiped the beads of sweat that appeared on his face when he was carrying things.

He pinched his fingers, looked at the almost rummaging rooms around him, and thought to himself

, "Since that black shadow can lead us here, it means that there must be some clues here."

"And when the black screen suddenly disappeared when the two of us opened the door, there must be some secret passage or dark room in this room.

"There's definitely something in this classroom that we haven't noticed.

While listening to his brother's analysis, Wu Ling took out a small yellow duck cup from his SpongeBob SquarePants' small backpack.

Then he puffed out his cheeks and drank several full sips of water.

Wu Ling drank water while nodding in agreement with his brother's statement.

However, just as he nodded, his gaze suddenly caught his attention with something in front of him.

Then, his eyes, which were originally a little flat, suddenly froze.