The real book of purgatory in Part 5: Lost Under the Sea?
"On a late night with heavy snowfall, I secretly entered the Xunfuyuan Villa and hid on the roof of the room on the west side of the main building. At that time, I was still young, and my Qinggong could almost reach the level of 'stepping on the snow without leaving a trace', so
The sound from entering to hiding will not be louder than the sound of snow breaking dry branches."
The wind got stronger, and when I looked out through the crack of the slightly open door, I saw that it was really snowing.
"I saw that man standing in the water pavilion of Xunfu Garden. There was an easel in front of him. What was placed on it was not a drawing board, but a palm-sized wooden sign. He was holding a magnifying glass and staring attentively.
Look at the wooden sign. I took out the ultra-high-power telescope I brought with me and instantly saw clearly what was engraved on the wooden sign. It was very strange. They were just two elegant lotus flowers."
I kept a smile on my face, and no matter what strange story Plague told me, I would accept it seriously, because he was the one who really had something to do with the underwater cave.
"lotus?"
"Yes, lotus, one blue and one pink. The wooden sign is made of the finest ironwood. It is estimated to be more than a thousand years old. Even with the eighty-fold magnification of the telescope, it is still difficult to see.
There are signs of loose wood. As a person who has joined the "Night Angel", my ability to analyze antiquities has surpassed that of the most experienced antique dealers on the market. Thousand-year-old ironwood has the ability to dispel evil and prolong life.
It has miraculous effects, and the market price per gram would be stable at about eighty US dollars at that time. So, at first, I only focused on that brand, hoping to steal it if I had the chance."
It is the nature of thieves to be happy when they see the hunt, and the more difficult the theft is, the more they will increase their desire to challenge.
I pointed to the top of my head: "Did you succeed?"
The hidden grid that pops up on the beam is about the size of a palm, and is dark in color. Its texture should be ironwood or precious wood such as rosewood or rosewood.
Plague looked up, wiped his face in shame, blinked again, and then replied in a harsh voice: "Yes, I succeeded. I can steal something from that person's hands, even the most worthless daily necessities. If word spreads,
I can become famous in the world, but when I got the board, I fell into even greater confusion."
The snow flakes rolled in through the crack in the door, but did not melt immediately, and gradually formed a snow line on the ground.
"Wearing protective clothing with excellent thermal insulation effect, I lay in the snow for nearly four hours until he put away the wooden sign and returned to the hall. The telescope is the 'Janaka' brand provided to the Koreans by the KGB.
It has a built-in infrared photography function, so after I left the villa, I was able to develop nearly two hundred pictures in time and get images of the brand from all angles - do you want me to take it down and show it to you? Or right?
Is it easier to explain the problem vividly by talking about the sign?"
I nodded, and clasped the handle of the knife tightly with my right thumb and index finger, tightening all the joints of my right arm. In this state, if he wanted to escape or make any secret moves, he would be within the control of the knife.
Since I can kill the Japanese ninja holding a long bow with a flying knife from a long distance in the Sutra Pavilion, I have absolute confidence in my flying knife skills. A person who travels around the world relies more on knives than anyone else.
Firearms that may malfunction. Therefore, I need to have it in my sleeve in any difficult and difficult environment.
"Don't be too nervous, I don't mean any harm..." He looked at my lowered right hand with a wry smile, suddenly bent his knees and jumped, like a wild crane rising into the sky, raised his hand to hold the secret grid in his hand, and then gently
Land lightly.
His light kung fu is really good, even among the "Night Angel" gang with many masters, he should be among the top ten.
"That's it, please look."
The hidden grid is the wooden sign. On the smooth purple-black surface, there are two lotuses engraved on it. The blue one is exactly the same as the key on the clock in Xunfuyuan Villa. The first thing that caught my attention was the lotus top.
The four small Chinese characters engraved on it are all painted with a gray-white paint, which looks extremely strange - "Book of Purgatory".
"I saw these four words through the telescope. The shock at the time was simply unparalleled, because all the legendary books involving the 'Sea Tomb of the Gods' would mention the name of the 'Book of Purgatory'. Just like the Egyptian Pharaoh could use the 'Book of Purgatory'
Just like the Book of the Dead opens the door to communication with ghosts, the Book of Purgatory is also an indispensable tool for opening the Tomb of the Undersea Gods, so I vowed to get it and make it a national treasure for the Koreans.
"
Everyone loves their country. Fifteen years ago, Plague was naturally a fanatical patriot, and he dreamed of following Kim Soon-hee on the red carpet of North Korean court politics. His idea is very easy to understand.
The geographical location of North Korea determines the country's historical status in internal and external troubles. If the Japanese want to open the door to the Asian continent, the fastest shortcut is to land in North Korea, and use it as a vanguard, and then point their swords towards the southwest. Whether it is seclusion or seclusion,
Even state power agencies brutally "politically brainwash" the people in order to protect "national interests."
The ancient Chinese idiom story of "Yelang is arrogant" is also very applicable to the small country of North Korea.
"The fact that you stole the sign is enough to prove that you have become one of the world's top thieves, right?" There are people who commit thieves for a thousand days, but there are no people who can guard against thieves for a thousand days. Under his deliberate calculation, others will always neglect to take precautions.
of free time.
Plague suddenly reached out and touched the wooden sign and murmured to himself: "The king of tomb robbers is unparalleled in the world; when Yang Tian comes out, the world will be in chaos. These four sentences are indeed correct. If you want to find some flaws in him, it is really difficult to find any flaws in him.
It’s harder than climbing to heaven.”
The texture of this wooden sign is extremely fine and dense. Indeed, as the plague said, it was cut from an iron tree that is nearly a thousand years old, and it is the most uniform part between the bark and the wood core. In modern global forests, there is basically no
It is impossible to find such excellent wood.
The knife technique used to carve the lotus is uneven and delicate, just like a still life captured by an ultra-high-pixel digital camera. All details are not missed, allowing each petal to maintain a unique charm. Moreover, it is dyed with cyan and pink.
The colorful pigment is also the top tribute produced in ancient Persia, and it has not been eroded or faded by time.
"No matter how powerful the king of tomb robbers is, wouldn't he still fall into your hands? Well, such an important thing was stolen." Looking at this item that belonged to my eldest brother back then, I couldn't help but feel excited.
Plague did not listen to my sarcasm, and a more bitter smile appeared on his face: "Unfortunately, no one knows the secret it hides. What is the use of just two lotus flowers? Or, there really are two such beautiful lotus flowers in the world.
Flowers have indescribable magical powers? Without any written explanation, is this a book or a flower?"
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it keeps beating against the south window with the wind.
I opened the door, and the yard was already completely white. To the southeast, the towering "Tower of the Dead" remained silent for a long time in the blurred sight blocked by dense snow. I walked into the yard, half of my body hidden in the tiles.
Behind Xiao Kereng, his head and shoulders were covered with snow, like a half-finished snowman.
"Xiao Xiao, what's going on?" I looked up and shouted.
She shook her head silently, and the snow flakes on her short hair were shaken off, but then denser and larger snow flakes fell down, covering her black hair again.
The tops of the houses on all sides were covered with a thick layer of white snow quilts. The dazzling snow light covered up the light of street lamps far and near. The world seemed to be filled with these falling snowflakes like goose feathers.
Endless and boundless. The murderous intention I once felt in the night seemed to have been purified by the heavy snow and never appeared again.
"Xiao Xiao, come down first, the snow is too heavy——"
Xiao Kereng still shook his head and faced the direction of the "Tower of the Dead", maybe he was recalling the past events about Jin Chunxi? I know that once some things are pressing in my heart, once they overflow, it will take time to settle down before they can be forgotten again.
I walked towards the house, stamped my feet, and crossed the threshold. At that time, Plague was still at the table, with his head lowered facing the wooden sign. But just as I kicked in and out of the door, Plague suddenly appeared next to me.
Five skinny men in black appeared, and five short guns were pointed at his head.
At the same time, there were three more muzzles on my back and ribs, poking hard.
"Mr. Feng, we meet again." A young girl's voice floated down from the dark corner of the beam. I remember her name and her ten sharp nails that were shining coldly. They were the ones the plague didn't want to see the most.
A group of people arrived, but the road was narrow, so they came to my door on this snowy night, and suddenly appeared when my attention was most distracted.
Goldfinger's face was hidden in the darkness, and his fingers were clasped together, making a "click-click" sound as the metal nails collided.
"There are thirteen of us outside, and we will definitely take good care of Miss Xiao. Mr. Feng, it's snowy and cold at night, and I don't want to beat around the bush. We only want the 'Book of Purgatory' tonight, and we will never touch a hair of Miss Xiao."
.So, please cooperate with me so that I don’t have to fight and kill people, which will make me lose face. How about that?”
She was indeed frank. Now that she had taken control of the situation, there was no need to hide her head and tail. My hunch just now was completely correct. It was only Xiao Kereng who left his position that caused the "Night Angel" to successfully sneak in silently.
Everyone has the desire to covet treasures. If the "Book of Purgatory" really has the legendary power, it will indeed make many people red-eyed, such as this well-trained team of thieves - the "Night Angel Gang".