There was an Iveco Jinbei parked in the open space next to the road. The driver's window was open, and a bearded foreigner was lying on the steering wheel. Aning was sitting on the passenger seat with his eyes closed and dozing off, and a Tibetan guide was sitting in the middle.
With the Caucasians under Aning, there are two giant Buddhas in the back seats. One is holding a knife with an expressionless face, and the other is wearing sunglasses and playing a game console in boredom, sighing from time to time.
The bearded foreigner yawned and asked Aning, "Team leader, who are we waiting for?"
Aning opened his eyes, glanced at his watch, frowned, "Wait another five minutes."
"Okay." The bearded foreigner shrugged helplessly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one in his mouth, and planned to get out of the car and smoke one to relieve his difficulty.
As soon as I opened the car door, the roar of cars came from the other side of the road. A beautiful silver-gray off-road vehicle came in the wind and made a sharp turn to stop next to Dajinbei.
The bearded foreigner opened his mouth in surprise, and then took a mouthful of dust.
When Zhang Zhuxun got off the bus, the bearded foreigner was even more surprised, "Oh my god, you are the one with super Wu, the one who can fly... superfih!"
I couldn't remember Zhang Zhuxun's name at the moment, but I vaguely remembered that there was a word for fish, so he just said it as "super fish", which means super fish.
He still vividly remembers the scene of the two people jumping down in the air and repelling the swarm of insects.
Zhang Shuxun twitched the corner of his mouth and decided not to pay attention to this guy.
Carrying the ebony box and walking to the passenger side, Aning lowered the window and said with a cold expression, "You are really not an ordinary punctual person. You come here with your heels on the second hand."
Zhang Zhuoxun smiled, waved hello to the young man in the back row, and then said to Aning: "Sorry, it's my first time here and I'm not familiar with the road, so I wasted some time."
The man wearing sunglasses poked his head out curiously, "Who is this?"
Aning introduced: "My surname is Zhang, my nickname is Muyu, and people in the Taoist circles call me Yu Ye. His skills are probably about the same as that of that one, and he is a good fighter."
Aning said and pointed to the little brother holding the knife.
Black Glasses suddenly became more curious. His surname is Zhang? He has known the mute Zhang for so many years, but he has never seen him have any relatives.
When Zhang Zhuxun got into the car, he moved his buttocks to make way for him, "Come on, come on, brother, sit here and let's chat."
The little brother also moved towards the car door and glanced at Zhang Zhuxun._o_m
Black Glasses' jaw dropped in shock. Darling, is this still the mute Zhang he knew? He couldn't have been replaced.
It was rare that the younger brother took the initiative to give up his seat. Zhang Zhuxun was a little happy. He took back his hand holding the middle seat, turned around and carried the box to the back row.
The bearded foreigner started the car and drove onto the highway.
"Why are you here?" The younger brother tilted his head and asked.
The man with black glasses closed his chin with his hand, seemingly playing a game, but in fact, he quietly pricked up his ears.
"Zhenzhen is here. It just so happens that Aning's price is high, so I came." Zhang Zhu said.
The little brother frowned slightly, and Zhang Zhu understood what he meant, nodded, and said: "He also received the video tape, and it was sent in your name. After finding clues from it, he came immediately.
If we go here, we should just meet Tianzhen."
Aning frowned and urged: "Drive faster, we don't have much time."
The bearded foreigner speeded up as he was told.
By the time we arrived at the entrance of Golmud Sanatorium, the sunset had already left a little edge, and the dilapidated old buildings were hidden in the dark twilight of the evening, looking particularly cold.
Zhang Zhuxun and the others got out of the car. Because they had to deal with Huo Ling, who had become a forbidden woman, Zhang Zhuxun took the skull knife out of the box and held it in his hand.
Aningrang drove the car not far away, stopped and turned off the engine and turned off the lights.
The surroundings fell into a dead darkness.
Black Glasses chuckled, "Brothers, let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the street lamp, used the strength to jump up, and suddenly reached the wall. He took a look inside and jumped off the wall.
The younger brother and Zhang Zhuxun also followed the same method.
There are weeds everywhere in the yard, the door of the small building is sealed, and the handles are locked with a chain. Black Glasses took out a small wire from his belt, 3. This chapter is not over yet!
Chapter 1 The Secret Room in the Cabinet
The door was opened in two strokes.
The three of them entered, passed through the lobby paved with bluestone bricks, and walked up the spiral staircase on the left to the second floor.
The stairs are made of wood and have been in disrepair for a long time. The wooden boards in some places are slanted. When you step on it, it makes a tooth-breaking "squeaking" sound. I really doubt that it will break in the next second.
The ground was full of dust and the footprints were in a mess. Zhang Zhuxun could barely distinguish Wu Xiaoxie's footprints from it.
The number on the key is 306. Obviously Wu Xiaoxie went to the third floor.
The three of them quickly reached the third floor through the stairs. There were rooms on both sides of the dark corridor.
Some of the rusty house numbers have peeled off, and I can’t tell the specific numbers on them. Updated without error@
Black Glasses made a gesture, meaning to look for them separately.
Zhang Shuxun and his little brother turned to the left, Black Glasses turned to the right, and soon found Room 306 at the end of the corridor.
Zhang Zhuoxun shook his flashlight to the other side and whispered: "This way."
Black glasses came over, looked at the door, and raised his eyebrows, "The "innocent" comrade you mentioned has already entered before us."
The younger brother ignored him and reached out to push open the half-closed door, revealing the smell of mold and rot coming from the floor.
Zhang Zhuoxun suppressed the itching in his throat and followed in. The first thing he noticed was the bulging bed, but when he took a closer look, he knew that the person hiding under it was not a person.
There is a writing desk facing the door of this room, with a small window open above, and the street lights from outside shine in through the gray glass.
The furnishings in this room were somewhat familiar. Zhang Zhuxun looked around and found that this place was very similar to the place where Huo Ling combed her hair in the video, but it probably wasn't, otherwise the little brother would have reacted long ago.
Their destination was not here, and they had no intention of staying. They filed into the large cabinet with the open door next to the wall.
There is a big hole in the bottom of the wall behind the cabinet, and there is a dark staircase leading down, only for one person to pass through.
The temperature below is very low, and the breath you exhale is liquefied and condensed into water vapor. The air is very turbid, and there is some unknown smell mixed with decay.
The three of them were all practitioners. Their footsteps were silent and fast, and they quickly arrived at the center of the basement.
Parked there was a huge ancient coffin made of pure black stone, which was their destination this time.
Black Glasses moved his shoulders, pulled out a black gold dagger from his waist, inserted it into the gap in the coffin, and looked at the two of them with disdain at Zhang Zhu who was standing beside them as if they were on an outing with nothing to do.
"I asked you two, can we have some insight and help you?"
Zhang Zhuoxun smiled and said, "I thought you were very capable, but I didn't expect that a mere coffin lid stopped you."
The black glasses were speechless, "I am a human being but not a god. The lid of this broken coffin weighs at least three to four hundred kilograms. I'm afraid my precious knife will break if I try hard to pry it open."
Zhang Zhuxun put the knife aside, and he and his brother held one end of the coffin lid.
The three of them worked together to lift the cover and move it aside, revealing a gap of about half a meter.