Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Zhang Qilin's life is becoming more and more enjoyable.

The big yellow dog at home came to visit with his friends from the village.

Rhubarb warmly welcomes you.

Zhang Qilin was also there feeding them food.

There are fruits and meals.

Zhang Qilin was squatting on the ground, holding half an apple in his hand, feeding it to the new little flower dog in the village.

The big yellow dog squatted aside, sweeping the ground with its tail. Instead of being jealous, it acted like a master, touching Zhang Qilin's wrist with its nose from time to time.

When they leave, the dogs are clean and have full stomachs.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the old locust tree, casting patches of light on Zhang Qilin.

He had just finished bathing a group of dogs, and his hair was still wet and stuck to his forehead, with water droplets sliding down his neck into his collar.

Hei Xiazi squinted his eyes and looked for a long time. The mute was really funny.

"Dumb, your service is very thoughtful. You provide food and cleaning. Do you need to trim their feet next time?" Black Bear joked.

Zhang Qilin didn't even raise his head, but just gently scratched Dahuang's chin.

Dahuang tilted his head back comfortably and made a purring sound in his throat.

"Okay, you continue to be the dog king. I'll go cook." Hei Xiazi turned and walked towards the kitchen, but suddenly stopped. "Oh, Ping An is still sleeping. The sun is shining on his butt."

Zhang Qilin then looked up, glanced towards the west wing, and nodded slightly.

"Just starve him to death." Hei Xia Zi cursed with a smile and went into the kitchen.

But I still left some food for them.

At this time, Zhang Qilin also went back to the room to take a shower. He got the dog wet from washing it just now.

Ping'an, who doesn't have to cook today, is still sleeping in the house.

Don’t get up, don’t get up, starve to death, then get up again.

When Ping'an woke up, Hei Xia Zi and the others had already finished lunch.

The two of them were basking in the sun in the pavilion.

Mainly because it's hot, I just bask in the sun in the pavilion.

This is more even.

"Xia Xia! Is there no food?" Ping An shouted towards the yard.

Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qilin were sitting under the pavilion at this moment.

They said they were basking in the sun, but in fact one was taking a nap and the other was reading a book.

Hearing Ping An's call, Hei Xiazi didn't even raise his eyelids:

"Look at the time yourself. I've left some rice in the pot for you."

Ping'an went to search the kitchen with a smile on his face, and sure enough, he found two large bowls. He ate while laughing, and after he finished, he walked towards the pavilion.

"Uncle Zhang, you didn't call me either."

Ping An looked at Zhang Qilin aggrievedly.

Zhang Qilin put down the book and said, "You want to sleep."

He then reached out and picked up a plate of cut fruit from the small table beside him and handed it over.

Ping An immediately smiled and went over to eat the fruit.

"You just spoil him." Hei Xia Zi snorted.

Ping'an was eating fruit when he suddenly remembered something. He hurried back to the house, took out his laptop, and sat on the bamboo chair next to Zhang Qilin, typing on it.

After a while, he found that there was new information on his computer.

Those lunatics from Jiumen are still asking about the two elderly people in his family.

Fortunately, the elderly in his family listened and stayed at home.

I'll let you find out what the hell is going on.

Ping An at least studied computer science.

Anyway, in his eyes, Jiumen means danger in capital letters.

If it weren't for his elderly father being engaged in this profession, he would have reported it for money in a moment.

Isn't this because he is afraid of knocking over the jade bottle in his own home?

Anyone who has watched TV knows this.

As long as you don't appear in the lives and eyes of those who cause trouble.

Stay away from them.

They can kill themselves.

This is called the Great Law of Far Away.

Keep your distance from it.

No, wait and find them something to do.

As a result, various letters of complaint were received in various departments.

There are nine gates at the foot of the capital city. It's so impressive. There is an organized tomb-robbing gang with military and political backgrounds. Come and see it.

So all departments are watching the show, how brave.

Some people just watch the fun.

Some people look for opportunities.

Some people are looking for someone.

Others are calculating how many places there are.

How much they can take.

The smartest ones have already taken action.

Otherwise, if you just wait patiently for a promotion, the flowers will wilt by the time you wait.

That won't work.

Look, here's the opportunity.

Just go for it when there's an opportunity, they don't even need to create opportunities.

When the tax authorities saw that you had so many things and still didn’t pay taxes, they came to your door.

Upon investigation, the police arrived.

After further investigation, the Cultural Relics Bureau arrived.

The most important thing about Ping An’s explosion is the location of Warehouse 11.

The things in here are extremely dangerous. If they accidentally explode, it will be no different from a biochemical crisis.

So no one from the top to the bottom of the Nine Gates can escape.

What the hell is Zhang Dafoye? He has to be dug out even if he dies.

This bunch of useless people.

When it comes to developing biological and chemical weapons, the country hates these bastards the most.

He's fine in the tomb, why are you digging him out?

Let the Special Management Bureau handle it, and also pull those guys who like to attract thunder over there, and just eliminate them by force.

After all, science has discovered that even if something is burned, there will be residual toxins, but if it is struck by lightning, all toxins will be gone.

It's all turned into scum.

Just let that group of Taoists go.

Taoist priest:....

And this is a good thing.

I heard there are a lot of zongzi, and they are in need of a zombie guardian.

Of course, that was all later.

Hei Xia Zi knows that Ping An Computer is good.

But I am not clear, I don’t understand, and I don’t comprehend.

This is what it means to be a different person.

In the next few days, Ping An kept typing on the keyboard, which made even a blind man curious.

"Ping An, what are you playing at?"

"It's okay, just watching the news."

Ping'an's mouth was full, but his eyes were fixed on the screen.

Hei Xia Zi didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and saw that Zhang Qilin had picked up the book again, so he reached out and pushed a strand of wet hair on his forehead behind his ear.

Zhang Qilin looked up at him, his eyes as calm as water.

"You don't even dry your hair," Black Blind Man whispered, "you'll have a headache tonight."

Ping An was grinning secretly on the side, but was glared at by Hei Xia Zi, so he quickly buried his head in typing on the keyboard.

Hei Xia Zi had no choice but to go to the room to get a towel to dry the mute, and then it dried in the sun for a while.

Suddenly, Ping'an slammed the computer shut, and the sound was so loud that it startled the birds in the trees.

"What's wrong?" Hei Xiazi frowned.

"No, it's okay!" Ping An jumped up, "I'm going out for a walk!"

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

In the next few days, Ping'an was particularly quiet and stayed in his room in front of the computer all day.

Zhang Qilin would occasionally stand at his door and watch quietly for a while, but never disturb him.

Hei Xia Zi asked several times, but Ping An always evaded the question by using work as an excuse.

It was not until the evening of a week later that Ping'an suddenly rushed out of the room with an expression of uncontrollable excitement on his face.

"Uncle Qi! Uncle Zhang! Come and read the news!"

On the TV screen, a major case was being reported: "Recently, police, in collaboration with taxation, cultural relics, and other departments, successfully cracked a long-standing criminal gang engaged in illegal tomb robbing and cultural relic smuggling. Reportedly, the organization, known as the Nine Gates, has a history of several decades and is involved in a massive amount of money..."

Hei Xia Zi was stunned and turned to look at Ping An: "You kid..."

Ping An raised his head proudly: "I am just getting rid of this evil for the people!"