Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu Ling took the flashlight and looked at the surrounding walls first.

He found that the walls of the room were all painted with a layer of moisture-resistant mortar, but now they were covered in cobwebs and dust.

On the wall next to the door, an iron nail that looked like it was used to hang clothes was nailed, and a black octagonal hat hung on it.

Wu Ling took a closer look and found that the size of this hat was not large, and it looked like it should be a woman's hat.

He saw that the hat in front of him looked a little old, so he pinched it with his hand.

Originally, he wanted to see if there was a compartment in the hat, or if there were any clues hidden.

After all, some TV series act like this.

But Wu Ling didn't think that the octagonal hat in front of him was so careless.

He just tugged lightly, and as a result, he pulled off one of the eight corners.

Wu Ling was suddenly a little overwhelmed and blinked: "......

"I'll go, is this thing so unsturdy?

Yiwu is produced by

the same manufacturer as my 19 9 shirts?"

He looked at the corner in his hand, and then looked at the hat in front of him that was missing a hole, and a somewhat outrageous thought popped up in his heart:

"This hat can't be a porcelain touch, right?"

Wu Xian next to him saw his younger brother standing motionless in front of the door, a little strange, so he walked towards him and asked

, "What's wrong, Xiaoling,

did you find something?"

Wu Ling was already a little cautious because he had broken other people's things, and his little paws curled up unconsciously.

After he heard his brother's words, he was so frightened that the iron rod in his hand almost fell off, and he coughed in his mouth and replied:

"It's okay, it's okay, I found a hat." "

Hat?" Wu tilted his head in confusion.

"Aang. Wu Ling rubbed his little nose weakly, and with a small claw, he quickly put the small black horn in his hand on the hat.

Then he saw that the foot was a little crooked, as if it would fall off in a moment.

He stretched out his little paw to swing the corner in position, and then quickly changed the topic.

He coughed, pointed to the desk in front of him and said

, "Brother, let's go our separate ways, you look for any hints or clues on the desk,

and I'll look for any useful information on the bookshelf next to it."

Wu Xian did not doubt him, nodded and said, "Okay."

After Wu Ling saw his brother turn around, he reached out and patted his little chest, then glanced at the corner and mourned at it for a second.

He resolutely reached out and wiped his nose and walked towards the bookshelf next to the wooden bed.

As everyone knows, Wu Ling's small action of putting the fabric of the hat down and back is all clearly seen by Wu Xian from the dusty mirror placed on the writing desk.

He reached out and pushed the glasses on his face, a smile flashing in his eyes, and then turned his attention to the desk in front of him, which was piled with a large pile of paper.

Wu Ling, who was next to him, also walked to the edge of the bookshelf full of files and documents.

This bookshelf is a shelf with four horizontal planks inside.

The five spaces were littered with disorganized things, papers, archives, and a jumble of newspapers and balls of paper curled up together.

Wu Ling looked at these things, as if he had been trained by the bookshelf upstairs with some experience.

He pulled some books out of it and placed them on the ground, then sat down leisurely.

He casually pulled out a few stacks of papers from it and held them in his hand, puffed out his cheeks and blew off the dust and cobwebs on them, and then looked through them one by one.

The contents of these papers were very cluttered, even more cluttered than the bookshelves on the second floor with more than twenty love letters.

There are not only lists of electricity and water bills, but also some crooked and meaningless numbers that look like they are written out casually.

There are also a few unidentified fonts that seem to be practicing pen characters.

Even Wu Ling dug out a yellow book and a small thing that a square woman would use.

At first, Wu Ling still didn't understand what this little thing was, but when he took it apart, he saw the shape on it.

Wu Ling's face turned red all of a sudden.

Even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen a pig run!

After confirming what the thing in his hand was, Wu Ling hurriedly wrapped the thing up again as if his paws were burned.

Then he quickly clawed the wrapped item into the paper he had seen.

There was even a piece of paper on it that wanted to be covered.

After confirming that he couldn't see this thing, Wu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, patted his little chest a little shyly, and thought to himself with a red face:

"Those who don't know are not guilty, and those who don't know are not guilty, don't blame it."

Wu Ling muttered in his heart for a while, and then his somewhat shy mood stabilized.

He blushed, sat on the ground for two or three seconds, reached out and patted his face, picked up the documents again, and looked through them one by one.

I don't know how long it has been.

Wu Ling rummaged through all the papers on the entire bookshelf, but he didn't find any useful information.

He reached out and rubbed his shoulders, moved his stiff back a few times, sighed faintly in his mouth, turned his head to look at Wu Xian and asked

, "Brother,

have you found anything useful?"

Wu Xian next to him was still looking at the messy papers on the desk.

After hearing Wu Ling's words, he reached out and pushed the glasses on his face, and shook his head with a somewhat lost expression:

"No, although these papers look a lot, they are all useless things. The

two looked at each other, and then sighed tacitly.

Wu Ling leaned back and slumped directly on the bookshelf, looking like a boneless little salted fish, lying on his stomach softly, but his mind was thinking quickly.

"As things stand, there's a good chance that the clue to solving this mystery is in this basement.

"But we haven't found any useful information in this basement at the moment, could it be that we have overlooked something crucial?" he

thought of this, Xi habitually tapped the floor with his fingertips, and his mind lined up what they had found.

The originally cute face was a little serious and mature at this time, and it looked like a different person.

"If I had to go through it from the beginning, it would be when my brother and I came and found a dark shadow in the window on the second floor.

"That dark shadow must have deliberately stood at the window on the second floor to attract our attention, in order to lead us to the second floor, and then discover the secret passage under the podium, and then follow the secret passage to this basement.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling added in his heart:

"But there should be more than one secret passage on the second floor, otherwise that black shadow will not disappear for no reason, and there should be other secret passages on the second floor."

"Then after coming to this basement, my brother and I didn't notice that there was a secret room at first, but were drawn to the dried corpse from earlier.

"If it weren't for the sudden movement here, my brother and I would probably still be spending a little time on the corpses.

"However, this does not rule out that there are no hidden clues on the dried corpse, and after going out later, you can still rummage over the dried corpse."

"And there should be a place to hide in this room or in the hallway, otherwise the dark shadow wouldn't have disappeared for no reason."

"But let's not talk about the place where the black shadow is hiding, the main thing now is that since the black shadow led us to this room, it must have a purpose.

"What is he trying to make us do? or... What the hell are you trying us to find?"

the dark shadow had been guiding them here from the very beginning, indicating that there must be something missing from this room.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling tapped his fingertips on the floor, and his eyes unconsciously carefully inspected the entire room.

If you don't have it on your bed, you don't have it on your bookshelf

, you don't have it on your desk, so where can you hide it? Where can you hide something, but it's also very secret, and it won't be easily discovered.

While looking around at the surrounding environment, he thought in his mind, if he hid something, where would he hide it?

Unconsciously, Wu Ling's gaze slowly fell to the floor under the bed.

According to his previous experience of hiding things, the most eye-catching, but the most secret, is under his bed.

Because there are not many normal people who will directly pick up the floor and look under the bed board to see if there are any snacks hidden in it, or a baby or something.

And according to the plot of some TV series or novels, there is basically some kind of secret passage under the bed, or a space for some precious things.

Wu Ling licked his lips and took a flashlight to shine over there, originally without much hope, but his eyes suddenly lit up.

Although the floor under the bed was covered with dust, there were obvious signs of wear and tear, and it looked like the bed board was constantly moving.

"Wuhu, do I even guess the correct answer?"

Wu Ling raised his eyebrows and whistled at Wu Xian next to him.

When Wu Xian heard the voice and looked back, he raised his chin

to the side of the bed, and said, "Report to the chief, it is suspected that the other party's secret base has been discovered, is it possible to investigate?"

When Wu Xian heard Wu Ling's words, he was a little puzzled at first, but after he thought of what they said outside the door, he immediately reacted and stood up.

"Found it?"

Wu Ling nodded, stood up directly with his hands on the ground, and walked towards the bedside: "I should have found it."

After a split second, the two of them stood beside the bed.

Wu Ling glanced at the black stain on the wooden bed that looked like blood, and then smelled the very foul smell on the bed.

After a second of ideological struggle in his heart, he decisively looked away, reached out and grabbed the corner of Wu Xian's clothes and looked at him, and shouted in a slightly rippling tone

: "Brother~

" Wu Xian shook his body: "......"

He pulled the corners of his mouth, and looked down at the doggy expression on his brother's face.

He glanced at the paw of the dog that kept poking him around his waist.

He didn't say anything, just reached out and pinched the little salted fish in front of him who was trying to be lazy, and his tone was a little indulgent: "Little slippery head."

Wu Ling smiled obediently: "Hehe~"

After a while.

Wu Ling was holding a big black backpack in his arms, his eyes were bright, and he shouted with a small mouth

: "Come on, brother, brother is the best! Brother is the best!"

Wu Xian: "......"

The tips of his ears were a little red when he was praised by Wu

Ling's somewhat shameful words, and he turned his head to look at him helplessly, but he didn't say anything.

He fixed his gaze on the bed, put his hands on the side of the bed, and pushed hard.

"Squeak-"

I heard the extremely harsh sound of wood scraping against the floor.

The entire bed board was pushed obliquely by Wu against the corner of the wall next to it, and a large empty space was moved.

There were cobwebs under the bed slats, and there was nothing.

But the dust on the floor was splashed by the movement, revealing a few obvious friction marks under the bed.

Wu squatted on the ground, ready to tap the floor with his hands to see if there was any space underneath.

As a result, when I squatted down, I found that on this floor, there was a large pool of very unpleasant black dirt, which was emitting a faint smell of corpses.

Wu Ling, who was next to him, was extremely eye-catching, handed the small stick he had been holding in his hand to Wu Xian, and said with a serious face: "Sir, your Shang Fang sword."

Wu slanted the corners of his mouth and tapped the child on the upper body of the drama spirit with his fingers.

However, he also cooperated to take the 'sword' and said, "Stand down."

Wu Ling immediately clasped his hands together and arched: "Huh."

Wu Xian looked at his playful appearance, and curled the corners of his mouth funny.

He tapped lightly with the sword in his hand, and the floor on the ground was covered in black blood.

"Knock knock—"

Suddenly, there was a dull but empty sound on the ground he struck.