Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Zhang Qilin frowned slightly, reached out and rubbed Ping'an's hair, with worry in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I did it very covertly," Ping An said, lowering his voice. "And I specifically mentioned the dangerous items in Warehouse 11. Now the Special Management Bureau has stepped in to deal with it."

The news report continued: "It is particularly worth mentioning that certain biohazardous substances discovered during this operation have been handled by specialized departments using special technologies..."

That night, after Ping'an fell asleep, Zhang Qilin stood alone in the yard.

Hei Xiazi came out and put his coat on his shoulders.

"Worried?" Hei Xia Zi asked softly.

Zhang Qilin nodded slightly.

"Ping An has grown up and has learned his lesson."

Hei Xiazi put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Besides, those people from Jiumen will suffer the consequences of their own actions sooner or later. Ping An has only accelerated the process."

Under the moonlight, Zhang Qilin's profile was soft yet firm.

"Ping An did the right thing."

Hei Xia Zi was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Yes, we have made enough concessions over the years.

If they don't know how to restrain themselves, they will cause big trouble sooner or later.

Ping An's disturbance actually helped resolve the situation within a controllable range."

Suddenly, Ping An's dream talk came from the room: "See if you dare to mess with my uncle..."

The two looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

"Go to sleep," Hei Xia Zi gently pushed Zhang Qilin back, "Tomorrow those dogs will have to come and eat. You, the dog king, can't be absent."

Zhang Qilin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the smile under the moonlight was shallow but real.

There is still a long way to go, and as for the ups and downs outside, when they come, we will face them together.

As long as they are here, it's fine.

The rustling of the locust tree leaves seemed to echo the tranquility and warmth of the night.

Meanwhile, at a base thousands of miles away, a group of Taoist priests were happily holding thunder talismans and gesturing at a group of zongzi trapped within a barrier:

"This is good, this is good, it looks fierce enough, suitable for being a guardian!"

"Brother, hit gently! Don't kill me!"

"Don't worry, I know. Look at that one, it's in great condition..."

All the tombs that the Nine Gates visited were struck by lightning, which means that the Zhang family no longer needs to guard them.

The Wang family members were also brought out by following the clues, and no one of them could escape.

The legacy of the Nine Gates has also been properly utilized in another way.

Ping An’s letter of complaint is still hanging on the honor roll of a certain department, code-named “Chaoyang Masses PLUS”.

Ping An is super awesome.

He alone got promotions and salary increases for people in many departments, and those who were more capable above him could almost be said to have been promoted.

Thanks to the Chaoyang people.

Although Ping An doesn't like to cause trouble, he is a person who would rather live in seclusion than go out of his way.

But when I think about the two elderly people who work hard to earn money, they still have to be pointed at and watched and used like monkeys when they go out to work.

His mentality will also explode.

So, it’s better to get rid of it once and for all.

What if they meet again?

Hiding all the time is not a solution.

Then deal with the person who caused the trouble.

If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who created the problem.

This is the experience of peaceful life.

His computer skills were actually not very good, he just took advantage of the times.

Besides, his evidence is genuine and he will still use it.

Bloody Corpse: . . . .

Not only does it move, it can also hit people.

"Every day is a new day."

When Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi came back early in the morning, they saw Ping An shouting.

"Ping'an, have breakfast. I bought your favorite soup dumplings and shengjian."

"I'm coming."

Now that they have no worries, the three of them are even more relaxed. They cook with both hands, and whoever loses does the cooking.

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

Why is it always him?

He can't cook.

But it doesn’t matter, Zhang Qilin can learn.

At worst it might taste a little bad, but how can a person cook something bad?

Making something delicious or unpalatable requires talent.

Ordinary people do ordinary things.

I believe it’s safe.

But Zhang Qilin is not ordinary.

"Xia Xia, you eat, you are the elder."

Ping'an looked at the blue-green egg. If Uncle Zhang's savings were not with him, he would have suspected that this man wanted to poison him.

The black bear took it and ate it naturally.

What's the big deal? When a mute cooks, he doesn't just cook his favorite chicken. He likes to do it himself.

Although I have watched a lot of food shows and animal world.

I like to put anything I like in the kitchen into the pot.

Apart from the fact that the color may restrict your appetite, it actually doesn't taste bad. It's better not to look at it or think about it.

Ping An saw the blind man eating, so he ate too. He would never lie to Ping An.

As expected, it was edible once I put it in my mouth. It was ok and not bad.

Zhang Qilin saw that both of them had finished eating and then he started eating with satisfaction.

Next time, let’s cook from the same pot and not scare Xiao Ping’an.

So the second time I stewed chicken with potatoes and mushrooms, it was normal and extremely delicious.

Hei Xiazi laughed and said, "A mute will not spoil his chicken. This is the mute's first wife."

Zhang Qilin glanced at the blind man and let him experience it himself.

The few of them were happily entertaining cats and dogs.

Even though Ping An has something on him, he is not as likely to attract animals as Zhang Qilin. I like him.

When Zhang Qilin is at home, there are more and more cats and dogs in the house.

They would also look for Zhang Qilin to go jogging and hiking in the morning.

Sometimes the black bear will follow.

Ping An gave up after following a few times. First, he couldn't get up, and second, he was too tired.

So he chose to cook for them at home, cat food, dog food, and food for the elderly.

After feeding the cats and dogs until they were slippery and fat, Zhang Qilin suggested going to Motuo.

The three of them started again, traveling back and forth by plane, train, motorcycle, and No. 11 bus.

Ping'an has always known that this is Uncle Zhang's hometown and Zhang Qilin's mother lives here.

Mother Bai Ma gave Uncle Qilin a human heart.

Ping An followed Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi to the grave.

Watching Uncle Zhang chattering in front of the grave, which was rare.

Hei Xia Zi burned one copy of the photo of the three of them and gave it to Bai Ma, and buried the other copy under Bai Made's tombstone.

Ping'an listened to the old lama telling the story of Baima and Xiaoguan.

The next day, the old lama passed away.

With a new lama chosen to take over, he will continue to record the story of the Zhang family patriarch.

Until the arrival of the patriarch, he told him the patriarch's memories.

It's been a long wait.

This is a relay of life.

Today, Zhang Qilin sent away the old lama after sending away Baima.

At least this time, he saw the old lama and saw him off.

They stayed in the mountains for several months.

By the time we got down the mountain, it was already spring of the following year.

On the first day back home, they do a thorough cleaning.

The dog at home was fine, and there was a family of four waiting to greet them.

It seems like he's living a comfortable life.

Ping'an has arranged someone to take care of Dahuang, so he won't starve.

It can find food by itself.

However, the next day, someone from the Special Management Bureau came to register my household registration.

"Based on Mr. Zhang Qilin's experience, we have state compensation here, as well as a handbook with various precautions. Of course, if Mr. Zhang is interested, he can also come work in our archaeology department or the Agricultural Bureau. They are all very interested in your abilities."

"And this little prince, don't worry. The country has no interest in you. Your misfortune is not particularly serious, so it won't have much impact."

"If you have eye problems, you can go to the department hospital. Maybe someone there can help."

"And this Xiao Ping'an, the people in the finance department and the operations team are very interested in you. You can help them earn points."

"That's all, do you have any questions?

By the way, don’t worry, our country does not conduct human experiments.

I'm sorry that Mr. Zhang Qilin had a bad experience. This is a dereliction of duty on the part of the state, a failure to protect its citizens."

Three people, two elderly people and a child, listened to the staff's chatter for most of the day early in the morning.

Really, outrageous.

Is the country so outrageous?

So what are the blind people hiding from?

Later, when they went to visit the department, they saw Li Yuchen. He would be in charge of the Ministry of Finance in the future. He had the physique of a God of Wealth, which would be very useful to the country.

It was Wu Xie. His strange physique was noticed by the Taoists, who used him to hang corpses and lure strange creatures.

Anyway, they had been waiting for something for a year without it coming out, so when Wu Xie went to that station, everything came out. None of them were enough to scare Wu Xie, so they were divided up by the staff.

Wu Xie: . . . .

He thought that what his third uncle did would implicate the entire clan, but fortunately, it turned out okay.

He could still be rescued and actually had a position.

Except for the third generation, almost none of the Nine Gates were spared.

Everyone has a good life.