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

Coming out of my third uncle’s hall, I thought about where to sleep for the night. On the first day I came here, I sold a limited edition lighter on my body for a few hundred, which was enough money for eating and cheating. I made do in a 24-hour restaurant at the gate of the train station. Seeing that things are going well today, I also want to find a spacious place to stretch out.

I originally wanted to find a park to deal with it, but after thinking about it, it’s late autumn, and the daytime is okay, but the small wind at night is so pervasive, and I’m used to staying in the generally hot and humid rain village. Hangzhou in autumn makes me It's a bit overwhelming.I figured it out and planned to find an Internet cafe for a night out.

It happened that there was an Internet cafe with small LED lights on the side of the road, so I turned my head and went in.

During the years of fighting with the Wang family, among other things, my greatest achievement was the absolute mastery of information. Only those with poor information can have the last laugh. This is a hard-earned lesson.The network manager brought me a seat. I was not in a hurry to sleep. I went online to look up the information I needed. I was too busy inquiring about Uncle San's news and doing my homework for the past two days.

No matter how cautious people are, as long as they exist and operate, they will leave traces in the world, especially in the electronic age. The Internet in 03 was not so developed, and it was not like a real "net" that enveloped everyone in it, but the above information was enough for me to extract some clues to understand the world I traveled to. The similarities and differences between the information and the world.

When I arrived at Sanshutang the next day, I found that Poker Ping was already waiting in the yard.The people in the courtyard were busy, packing and transporting things, and it was quite noisy, but Poker-Face was standing on the side, looking a bit reclusive and independent, with a expressionless face, just like yesterday, dull looking ahead.

The more I look at him, the more funny I find it, and I can't help but wonder what it would look like to wear such a suit on my Pok You Ping. When I think about it, I can't help but feel bad. I'm already thinking about how to make him such a suit when I go back. No matter how hard you scare him into wearing it.The weather in Fujian is hot, if Boyouping is really asked to wear this seventeen or eight catties heavy coat on a hot day, I'm afraid he will frown.

It might be because my gaze was a bit revealing, the little brother over here turned around and looked at me, I took the opportunity to step forward and extended my hand to him: "Hi brother, we are going to go to the field together these few days, everyone take care of each other, little brother What's your surname?"

Poker Ping didn't shake hands with me, but his eyes finally focused on me for a while. The so-called stretching out your hand and not hitting people with smiling faces, I rushed to show kindness to Poker Ping, and he didn't give me too much face, and finally replied: "My name is Zhang Qiling."

It seems to be a stuffy oil bottle.

Going to the field to do errands is different from ordinary going out. There are many tools that cannot be seen, so it is not safe to take the train.The third uncle prepared a dilapidated pickup truck with big characters of road maintenance sprayed on it. When the time came, he greeted us to board the car and set off.

Before leaving, Uncle San also introduced us to his buddy, Da Kui, I knew about it, but I didn’t expect the instant noodle head to be Pan Zi!The skinny old man is nicknamed the old man, he is good at playing with bows and crossbows, and there is another one named Ah Zhong. I think he and Dakui are more like Pan Zi over there.What made me almost spit out was that there was actually a guy named Donkey Dandan. I thought this world was so magical that dogs had turned into humans.

Along the way, several clerks took turns driving, and Wu Xie was indeed Qingtou who was fighting for the first time at this time. He looked at everything from tools to weapons, and chatted with the clerks in the car. It's because he focused on Poker Bottle.

I thought to myself that no matter which world I was in, no matter which tomb I went to, Wu Xie would really be planted on curiosity about the head of the Zhang family, and would give him the same nickname.

What made me a little excited was that this Wu Xie actually called out his nickname in front of Poker Finger. You must know that I have known Poker Finger over there for more than ten years, and I haven't dared to call him that in person.On the other hand, Fatty always called Pingzi Pingzi, probably he also knew his nickname.

Poker Ping really lived up to his reputation, he didn't respond to the nickname, and remained calm and staring at the sky.

When Wu Xie struck up a conversation with this boring oil bottle, it was not at the same level as my previous greetings, and I just watched him utter a shameful line: "If you look at the sky, you will forget the taste of beer and fried chicken. "

I felt Pokerfing paused for a moment, squinting at Wu Xie, which was similar to how I looked at Li Cuo back then, basically like "you stupid humans". He raised his head and took a sip of beer. In Su Wan's words, it probably means "the baby is so scared that he has to drink a sip of wine to calm down the shock".

I packed up my mood and watched calmly, thinking that I will see how deadly you can go.

And there is no limit to the death of human beings.

Wu Xie picked up a gun to play with, loaded it while playing, and then looked into the muzzle of the gun.

Look into the muzzle.

Muzzle, look in.

muzzle!

I was in a cold sweat. Although this Wu Xie was so deadly that I felt that I could give up the treatment, it didn't mean that he could really stop the medicine.I almost used the reaction speed of the black blind man to grab the gun in Wu Xie's hand, but Poker Bottle was faster than me, so he just grabbed the barrel and moved away.

Wu Xie looked at Boyouping and then at me, suddenly laughed wildly, turned his right hand, and there was a bullet in his palm.

Because of blowing Si Ting.

I just couldn't resist the urge to punch him.When I look at Wu Xie now, I probably look at me the same way the black blind man looked at me, or when I look at Li Cu, I just think about how to whittle him into a stick.

What surprised me was that Wu Xie's deadly behavior really diverted Poker Finger's attention. I listened to Poker Finger asking why Wu Xie went to the ground, thinking that this bottle also knew how to play a cameo role as a bosom brother, to save the youth who lost his way, and to help his companions Out of the heart?This is not the same as the good painting style.I quite understand Wu Xie's desire to fight. Based on my thoughts when I was in my 20s, it would be shameful for me to live in a family of inverted fighters and never have been in a fight in my life.I heard Wu Xie said that he went to a maze when he was a child. I don’t know about this, but people’s memories of childhood are not complete and continuous. In many cases, just one scene will make people remember very deeply, and the cause and effect before and after are very vague, so Wu Xie said that the maze that he couldn't get out of when he was a child might just get lost in some alley.What surprised me was that Poker-Face actually answered Wu Xie's question about going to the tomb. He said, "You know that there is a kind of person in the Western Regions called 'Heaven-sent singer', who loses his memory every once in a while..."

For a moment, I felt a "buzz" in my head, thinking that it's no wonder that my fingers are not long, and even my ancestral home has been changed, so I guess I'm from the Northeast?

I was even more surprised that Poker-Face would tell the secret of his memory loss every once in a while in the car, which is not a secret place. I thought that such a private secret could be revealed, and this bottle is a fortune teller even now. .

Then Wu Xie asked me a question that I've always wanted to ask me.

He asked, "Can it be cured?"

Their conversation reminded me of the conversation between me and my Pok You Ping on the Gobi Desert more than ten years ago. Those words may be the first time Pok You Ping spoke his mind to me, and it was also the time when we officially got to know each other deeply, The beginning of helping each other.At that time, Poker Ping and Fatty and I had gone through life and death several times, and formed a deep friendship with each other.But here, Wu Xie and Poker Fing have already talked about this level of depth within a few days of knowing each other, which always makes me feel a little bit wrong.

But from another perspective, although this Poker-Face loves to put on a pose, judging by how quickly he admits that he loses his memory every few days, he and the Poker-Face on my side have nothing to do except their backgrounds. In addition, there may be differences in personality.Just like this Wu Xie's directness and frankness are not the same as mine back then. When I chatted up Poker-Face on the road, I found that he shrank back without saying a word and stopped asking questions, but he seemed to be full of energy. My son's watch kept going, it was a little childish, a little out of date, but not bad.

Because what he said was the truth.

Poker-Face probably rarely saw such a funny character, so he stared at him for a while, then turned and continued to look at the sky.

I waited for a while, and found that Wu Xie turned his gaze to me. I showed him a lazy smile, and I was already thinking about how to fool the young master.

"Hey, Lao Guan, did your grandfather leave that silk book? Are there any other records about the Mausoleum of the Snake Mother?"

Wu Xie seemingly inadvertently mentioned the situation about the Mausoleum of the Snake Mother. I kind of understand his thoughts. After all, he has the same high education and intelligence as me.

I have already heard my third uncle talk about the love story between the snake mother and the elephant king. I found that this snake mother is not the big snake that makes people have nightmares in the middle of the night, but more like the Queen Mother of the West in the meteorite. At that time, I thought it was from a thriller All the way to the mythical romance film, the distance is too short, and the giant wheel of love is set off by a disagreement. In order to fulfill this pair of idiots and resentful women, even the hard-faced students crossed the vast east-west border of China and came to Tamutuo. Under the circumstances, I can at most tell some pornographic jokes about Snake Mother and Elephant King, but looking at Wu Xie's tender face that didn't graduate from college, I just feel that I can't spit out a yellow accent, I can only see how this world can make me How can the adventures of those years be condensed into?

Over there Wu Xie was still looking at me cutely, I shook my head and said to him: "I don't know more, our family has been entangled in this mystery since my grandfather's generation, I hope to go to Tamutuo this time can give me a direction."

I said in my heart: I can’t make up any more. I’ve seen you, my third uncle, and my younger brother commit suicide together since I’ve been through it. I hope I can see the bottom line of your suicide when I go to Tamutuo this time.

That night we stayed in a small village on the border of the Western Regions. Our group of bums looked more like road maintenance workers, but Wu Xie was wearing a small windbreaker and narrow leather boots. The vulgar man is handsome and refined, and all the girls and daughters-in-law in the village circle around him as if nothing.

Seeing it made me feel stuffy, and I thought to myself that when I was fighting with the fat little brother, there was a little brother who seduced the little sister, and now the little brother is rough, so the other me is attracting bees and butterflies!

The third uncle saw Wu Xie being offered food, drink and hot water by the lady boss full of love. He laughed as if he had a convulsion. He turned his head to the map and gestured for us to get closer to him.

Only the third uncle said in a low voice mysteriously: "Brothers, you will be able to go to the Mausoleum of the Mother of Snakes tomorrow, take a good rest tonight, and go to the field tomorrow with enough energy!"

Several guys cheered with an "Aw".

There are not many rooms in the guest house in the village. The nine of us only booked three rooms, one for the three of us, one for Sanshu, Wu Xie and Pan Zi, one for Dakui, Poker Ping and I, and one for the other three guys.The third uncle's arrangement is naturally appropriate. In this team, Pan Zi is the best, followed by Dakui. Therefore, Pan Zi has to protect the third master and the third master closely. Poker Ping and I are considered "outsiders", so naturally we have to find experts watch.

The beds in the hostel are bunk beds. Da Kui walked in and shouted that he was tired, and sat directly on the seat near the door. I knew he was going to monitor us. Da Kui was very annoyed by his indifference along the way. The transparent appearance didn't get much favorability.Thinking of going to the ground tomorrow, the muscles and bones that haven't been moved for a long time seem to be quietly tensed. Poker bottle has already fallen asleep lying in the bed with his clothes on, and I also wrapped myself in the quilt and fell asleep.

Dakui woke up, cut a sound when he saw this, seeing that neither of us had taken off our coats, he also lay down directly.I didn't take off my clothes because the hostel is really cold, and the stove doesn't burn well—I was born in the south and grew up in the south, and I still have some old injuries on my joints. I try not to catch cold if I don't catch cold, but it's really embarrassing to be misunderstood by Da Kui , Amitabha, huh, huh.