[Tomb Raider and Bottle Evil] Eight-day Tour of Snake Mother Mausoleum

It wasn't too hard for me to accept that fact.

I rubbed my face for the third time and told myself that I should have crossed over.

Assuming this fact, I experienced inhuman struggles and brain holes like moon craters.

At first I thought it was a pheromone that I accidentally inhaled from some unlucky snake, but then I felt wrong, because my perspective is still personal.

And can communicate with people.

Then I wondered which bastard from the Zhang family got tired of work and pulled me into the illusion, but when I put it in my pocket, the brass bell of the head of the Zhang family hidden next to me reminded me that the bell of the Zhang family no longer poses a threat to me up.

I stared at the Warring States Widow Tomb Memorial Hall with the small red banner flying across the street. Based on the foundation stone laying date on the monument outside the museum and the 60th anniversary date on the banner, I calculated that it "should" appear in 2003.

There was no fluctuation in my heart, and I even wanted to laugh a little.

Whether it was the Wang family or other forces that I didn't realize sent me here, can I take some time to do the scene layout?A difference of 13 years.The last time I saw such a funny bug was a stupid TV show. The producer said that there should have been a cow as the background in a certain scene, but the scene manager put a box of Red Bull.

I wiped my bald head that had already grown a layer of stubble, and drank a cigarette in a domineering and cool way, leaning against the monument in an unchanging manner, waiting for the hidden person to make the next move.

Until countless moths spewed out of the memorial hall like a diabetes insipidus, I opened my mouth, the cigarette fell on the ground, and I took off my clothes and covered my head like a melon-eating crowd.

Slightly better than the people who eat melons, I noticed one thing: the two people who ran out after the guards, the front one was very friendly, very similar to one of my two dead brothers, with broad shoulders and thick shoulders He has a big lump on his back, but he is a bit older; the one in the back is a skinny young man, holding an object, and was hit by passers-by running around. The object fell to the ground and caught my attention.

Well, wait for me here.

I ran to a place where there were no moths and continued to smoke a cigarette, and found that the license plate number of the two people was Zhejiang A00868. This license plate is quite valuable, and the people who can use it should have some background.

I took a sip of the cigarette viciously, thinking to myself, the clues are all stuffed into my mouth, should I eat, eat or eat?

Checking the license plate number is difficult or not, and it depends on whether you can find the right way.But what happened next made me almost forget about it.

I went to the edge of the West Lake.

The West Lake is still misty, beautiful and familiar.I leaned on the pier of the bridge on the bank, followed a few passers-by on the plane to inquire about the time, and with the gaze of a mental patient coming and going, I confirmed that this year is really 2003.

I tried to show someone the red ticket in my wallet, and everyone looked at me like "Damn mentally retarded, what the hell is this?"

No matter how awesome the unknown forces are, there is no way to wrap up the West Lake as a set, and then invite all the tourists from the West Lake to be babysitters, showing such a dismissive expression towards Ruanmeibi.I turned around and walked to a place I was familiar with, and found that Wu Shanju was still there. Then I looked at the door, yo, isn't this the Zhejiang A00868?

These discoveries have allowed me to overthrow the assumption that someone has constructed a false world to bluff me. I feel that the current situation is either a situation that is bigger than the sky, or I should think about it in a different way.

Thanks to being in the cultural circle for the past few years, I have a little understanding of Internet culture, and naturally understand a very popular style of writing.

The legendary crossing.

I squatted at the door of Wushanju and smoked for a long time. There was a chubby little guy inside. Seeing that the shy little guy was on par with my Wang Mengmeng, then I thought about it, there is even Wushanju in this world, so wouldn’t this guy be the same? Really Wang Meng?

The concern that has been haunting my mind since I guessed the crossing appeared, if he is really Wang Meng, then there will be another Wu Xie, another third uncle (although I don't want to admit it, but just now in the widow's tomb The two people I met were very suspicious), and the other Panzi, Fatty and Poker Bottle.

Probably because I squatted in the corner looking up at the sky and smoking a cigarette, it was too vicissitudes. When I realized it, the little guy from Wushanjuli had already come over.

"Hey buddy," he whispered to me, bending over, "what are you... uh... shopping for?"

I looked at him blankly again, and decided to face up to the difficulties and resolve my doubts.

When Heixiazi gave me special training, he once talked about the importance of emotional control. As a person who often messes around in the Tao, even if he can’t be happy and angry, he still needs the basic skills of observing words and expressions, clichés, and changing the topic. In this regard, the unreliability of Hei Xiazi and the expressionless expression of Poker Bottle are actually part of their methods to some extent.

When Wang Meng asked me this, he thought that I, a beggar, blocked the door of his house and wanted me to step aside.

However, as an outstanding snake spirit, I am destined to take an unusual path.

"What's your name, little brother?" I asked.

The little guy looked at me with a face full of crap, probably thinking that I couldn't understand people's words, but he didn't show it, so he smiled awkwardly.

"My name is Wang Meng. You want to buy something, please come inside?"

Damn, this guy is much more reliable than my Wang Mengmeng. How can my small shop be so deserted if there is such a guy who loves his job and treats customers like a god!

Relying on Wang Meng's ignorance, I put the scolding dog blood on my head and walked into Wushanju.Wang Meng's expression behind me was a little distorted, it was probably the first time I saw such a brazen person.I feel a little stuffy in my heart, thinking that the reform of the currency system in 05 made me penniless now, do I still need to come here to fool people?

Wu Shanju is a bit similar to my small shop, but it seems that the business is much better. I walked around the shop twice with my hands behind my back. Although Wang Meng looked bewildered, he still followed me warily.

"What's your boss' name?" I asked while flipping through some rubbings on the west cabinet.

These few rubbings are basically imitations, and it’s okay to fool outsiders. It’s ridiculous to put it in the circle, which is similar to the level of counterfeiting when I first debuted.

"Our boss is called Wu Xie." Wang Meng replied honestly, while turning his head to look behind the shop.

Strange, there is a wall behind my shop, and beyond the wall is a street of snacks (because of this I have gained weight since I opened the shop), does Wang Meng feel hungry?

Following Wang Meng's gaze, I also took a look at the back hall, and felt that something was wrong, because although this shop is small, but judging from the layout, there should be a second entrance inside.

This is very different from my side. I want to know that 13 years ago, as a fresh graduate, I was able to run a small shop. How can I afford a secondary shop?But since Wang Meng here can be a little fat man, it's not surprising that Wu Xie can run a secondary shop.

Just as Wang Meng and I were following each other, voices came from behind the shop.

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, who seemed to be cursing.I listened carefully, and it seemed that I was scolding the younger generation: "Why is this brat so disobedient! I told you not to follow, but you have to follow, how can I explain to your grandpa, ah?"

Then a very young voice pushed back: "Anyway, I'm going, you won't let me go, okay, I won't give you the key, you smashed the gate of the Mausoleum of Snake Mother to go in..."

This Wang Meng is very clever. When he heard the two of them talking about the topic of washing sand, he glanced at me almost immediately, and then howled: "Boss, there are guests!"

At this time, the two entered the shop from the back hall, saw me there, and shut up at the same time.

Only then did I clearly see the looks of these two people.

The chubby one walking in front should be the third uncle here (let’s think about it), he doesn’t look like my third uncle, he’s fatter, and his face doesn’t have so much hostility, even though he’s training his nephew , but his expression is very gentle, he seems to be a kind businessman who makes money.The young man in the back should be Wu Xie. The first sight made me say "Fuck".

This kid is so tender!

Speaking of my appearance, the fat man always laughed at me for being a scholar in the early years, which is true. When I was with him, the people around me were basically all year-round gangsters. It's a bit inappropriate to be gentle, but let's not talk about the big flower that we worked with later, even Poker Ping is more handsome than me, so I will go down in peace of mind, pretending that a fat man is jealous of my youth and beauty.Later, the business got bigger, and I fought with the Wang family again, and my temperament changed a lot. Li Cuo once saw photos of me in my 20s, and privately told Su Wan, "Time is a knife to kill pigs." It can be seen that I have gradually transformed into a tough guy——

It's far away, in short, when I was the youngest and most tender, when I was sixteen or seventeen, I didn't have this Wu Xiennen!

That kind of feeling is that when I went to the ground to wash the sand, I was a Confucian general, who should be beaten and killed. This Wu Xie went to the ground to wash the sand, so even Zongzi couldn’t help but ask: My little friend, have you graduated from university? ?

This Wu Xie Nen Gui Nen looks like a businessman, seeing me reading rubbings in front of the cabinet, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet me.The third uncle patted Wu Xie on the shoulder, gave me a suspicious look before leaving.

His suspicion is not unfounded, after all, I look like a newcomer, with a big scar on my neck, it would be strange if Third Uncle didn't pay attention to me.

I was also wondering, thinking why did I go to find the snake mother here in 03?Who is not afraid of death and built a mausoleum for the snake mother?The bronze ware seen at the widow's tomb just now is clearly the face of a fox seen in Qixing Lu Palace. How does this relate to the snake mother?And this Wu Xie, as a novice, actually used a tomb of the level of the Mausoleum of the Snake Mother as a novice village. It was even more deadly than I was back then, so that I couldn't help but want to figure out what was going on.

Wu Xie was not dissatisfied when he saw me wandering around the shop, but he was much more patient than when I first debuted. No wonder Wang Meng who came out of the shop was smarter than my family.

I chatted with Wu Xie for a while, and found that although this kid was clever, he was still a little naive and clever for the first time in the rivers and lakes.I thought about it, and I just made it clear.

I sat up straight first, and cupped my fists at Wu Xie: "Little Sanye."

Wu Xie raised his eyebrows, and his face changed. He wasn't on guard, but showed an expression of "so that's how it is". Presumably, he thought that I came to him to make a living.

"Who are you?" He probably doesn't often deal with this kind of thing, thinking about it, just now the third uncle stopped him desperately and didn't want him to go to the ground, it should be to protect him from too many things on the road, so As soon as I flickered, I felt less psychological pressure.

"Your Majesty Guan Gen, I actually came here because I just saw the bronze vessel brought out by the third master and the third master in the widow's tomb—"

Wu Xie's whole body tensed up, finally remembering to be nervous, and the way she stared at me also felt a little oppressive.I smiled secretly in my heart, and continued: "I want to teach the young master to know that in fact, my ancestors were also scavengers, but in a small family, by my grandfather's generation, they had washed their hands in the gold basin, leaving only one with a fox face painted on it." silk book."

When mentioning the silk script, Wu Xie's expression showed a bit of interest. I dipped my hands in the tea and drew a portrait of a fox face on the coffee table. Thinking about it, I should reveal something else. , I’m not sure what to say, so I simply pinched the relevant clues together and said vaguely: “Before my grandfather left, he told me that this fox face is related to Queen Mother Xi of Tamutuo in the Western Regions, a legendary craftsman. It is related to the Duke of Lu who is born with an iron face and holds a ghost seal, but he spent his whole life and never solved the secret. I also have some research on these antiques, so I took the liberty to visit and ask the third master to make amends."

What I said is full of loopholes. If I tell that old fox like Uncle San, maybe I will be dragged out for 5 minutes, but I know that this kind of rhetoric of "seeking the truth" is very attractive to a young man .

Sure enough, after hearing what I said, Wu Xie also showed great interest. This little guy seemed to be a little bit wary. He didn't talk to me in detail. Duke Tilu didn't say anything specific, he just gave me an address, saying it was the hall of his third uncle, and asked me to talk to his third uncle directly.

With some basic clues, I can try to fool the old fox.