Tomb Raider: Villain System, Start with Umbrella Corporation

“Have you ever heard of Gonka?”

Xiaohua suddenly spoke. He remembered what Tu Dian had said. If there was anyone in that abandoned land of Southeast Asia who could handle the situation in such a way that even the Xie family could not find any clues, it would only be the group of people in front of him.

"Hey, Xiaohua, you're not being kind. I'm in this state now, can't you just let me finish asking my questions?" Wuxie thought that Xiaohua was competing with him for the opportunity to get something for free. After all, this opportunity to ask questions without paying was very rare.

Xiaohua glanced at the idiot and said, "This is related to your case."

"Gongka." Zhang Qiling thought about it. The name sounded familiar. "Borneo?"

Xiaohua quickly replied, "Yes, ancient Borneo, a primitive tribe in the rainforest about 1000 years ago."

He said nothing, turned around and walked into the house. After a while, he dragged a man out by the neck. The man was holding a cell phone and begging desperately, "Boss, please, please let me finish this game."

The older internet-addicted teenager Zhang Hailou just lay down like a scoundrel, letting Zhang Qiling pull him to the ground and to the table. He didn't even raise his head and spoke.

"Wait until I finish this game, you can ask me anything you want."

Zhang Musi took a closer look and saw, oh~ King of Glory~ He is the King of Glory, with a record of 15/0/3.

I didn't realize it, it's really awesome, only then did he realize that he had missed the golden age of e-sports in the past ten years, and this guy even had the name he wanted.

128-year-old mid laner wants to play professionally: Top laner, are you here to play games or to find a place to be buried with?

......

Very good, it's still the familiar troll. Zhang Musi looked at Zhang Hailou with approval and eagerly took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Hehe, his hands are itching~

Before I even clicked on the game download, I felt a cold gaze staring at me.

"Ahem, let me check what time it is." He turned his head and pointed at Zhang Hailou, "Hurry up and finish it. Don't you know that playing with your phone will make your eyes blind?"

With the sound of crystal breaking, Zhang Hailou made an illegal exit, crossed his legs, and said, "Ask whatever you want to ask."

"Gonka"

"Oh, Gongka, do you want to listen to the simplified version or the full version?"

"simplify."

"whole."

Zhang Musi looked at Wuxie seriously, "Believe me, this guy is a chatterbox. Ten chapters of the complete version are not enough for him to talk about."

Wu Xie pouted, feeling extremely depressed. "There is no one I know who is a decent person. They can even tell an address in a riddle. I just want to hear a chattering voice, even eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, and tell him in detail?"

"Okay~" Zhang Musi glanced at Wuxie who was still stiff-necked and brought trouble upon himself, and spread his hands, "As long as you are happy."

"Hehe~" Zhang Hailou was so happy that he rubbed his hands together and brought a large teacup of water to place in front of himself.

"This is the Nanyang Archives Malacca 013 valve archiving incident, which started with an indigenous tribe 2000 years ago."

When Wuxie heard this, he smelled a familiar smell. Before Lao Yang went in, they were together in Wushanju selling fake goods to cheat the rich. Even though Lao Yang stuttered, he had to make up stories about the mythological era, and the more mysterious his stories were, the more successful they were.

At that time, he always thought that people were not really deceived, and the story made up by Lao Yang was worth tens of thousands of dollars. Hearing this exactly the same beginning, he became inexplicably excited.

In the southern part of Perak, Malaysia, there are thousands of indigenous tribes scattered in the jungle, and one of them has a special tattoo pattern. This pattern is very complex and has been passed down for more than 2000 years.

"This time can be traced back to the legendary ancient kingdom of Perak, the Ganga Kingdom. Do you know what this name means in Sanskrit?"

Zhang Hailou glanced at the few people with a sly look, as if he was trying to keep them in suspense.

Zhang Musi looked at the bitch in a daze, then turned to the blind man and said, "Blind man, the mute said he is hungry."

Zhang Qiling: ...

The blind man squeaked in his rocking chair and laughed, "Today the mute will cook~"

Without even a second thought, Zhang Musi immediately withdrew the invitation to eat: "Oh, then I was wrong. I just ate too much and haven't digested it yet."

Zhang Qiling strictly follows Schrödinger's theory when cooking. You can never imagine the state of the food inside before it comes out of the pot. According to Wang Canghai's description, he is more like making alchemy than cooking.

The most hateful thing is that this broken mute is so picky. Even though he can survive for a while by feeding on a clod of soil when he is outside, once he enters his own territory, he is not as picky as the petri dishes in the laboratory. His eyes are as sharp as knives. Tsk tsk.

“The Eternal City”

"What kind of persimmon is orange persimmon? Oh oh oh...please continue."

Zhang Hailou failed to show off, so he kept quiet for a while and then continued to talk in a rambling manner.

The source of the faith of this ancient country can be traced back to ancient India, the primitive belief before the formal establishment of Hinduism. After thousands of years of religious struggles, it has been difficult to find clues to interpret this part until a priest recognized that this was a map drawn with superb skills.

"It was what ancient Borneo looked like two thousand years ago before the sea level rose. As for exactly how long ago it was, that's hard to say."

Xie Yuchen had some knowledge in this area. He understood what Zhang Hailou meant. The Earth had experienced four ice ages in total. The most recent one was from 4 million years ago to the present, and was in the Fourth Ice Age to the Fifth Ice Age period. The temperature dropped and the sea level was much lower than it is now. Many land islands that are now submerged by sea water were land at that time, and the shape of Borneo was also very different from what it is now.

According to historical records, the most recent rise in sea levels due to glacial melting began 15,000 years ago, which means that the age at which this map was formed has long exceeded the limits of human civilization records.

"You mean, the map of this primitive tribe was passed down years ago?"

“Hey, hey, I didn’t say that!” Zhang Hailou pretended to be horrified, with an expression that said he didn’t want to spread rumors. “I just said that this map is about 15,000 years old.”

Wu Xie was completely confused. What was the difference? Could this map be a graffiti left by aliens who accidentally came to Earth many years ago? And then these primitive people tattooed it on their bodies.

"If I say that this tattoo is called a gonka, this will make sense."

"The map with the 'ghost spots'?" Xie Yuchen immediately realized that the map Tu Dian was talking about was the tattoo of the local indigenous people. The psychedelic drug Gongka was originally used by the locals as a dye for tattoos.

Then, Zhang Hailou recounted in detail what he had seen and heard in the local area.

Zhang Musi looked at the moon rising above his head, and then looked at the people who were listening to the story with great interest.

"Blind man, I'm really hungry this time..."

Holding my rumbling stomach, I cursed in my heart, this bastard is really a big talker, the Zhang family is a big talker.