Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

"Okay, okay, you're awesome." Yin Qiumu took the backpack and praised perfunctorily.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Yin Qiaomu quickly opened his eyes and touched the dagger tied to his wrist.

Signaling Wuxie to open the door, Wuxie walked to the door cautiously and glanced through the peephole.

Then he relaxed. "Menyouping? What are you doing here?"

Wuxie stood in front of the door vigilantly, not wanting anyone to get away.

The young man pursed his lips and showed Wuxie the chat history on his phone. It was the chat history between him and Hei Xia Zi.

Yin Qiaomu also relaxed and said, "Brother, I thought it was that blind man."

Delete, delete, delete! Delete them all!!

The next day, the three of them had a meeting last night to discuss things about the trip to Changbai Mountain.

When Yin Qiumu pursed his lips, he felt his mouth dry, probably because he had been talking all night.

His voice was a little hoarse. "Brother..."

Jiumin!

When Zhang Qiling heard Yin Qiumu calling him, he opened his eyes quickly. His eyes were clear and he didn't look like he had just woken up at all.

Zhang Qiling looked at Yin Qiumu's eyes asking for help and immediately moved Wuxie's arms and legs away.

Wuxie didn't notice anything. He scratched his face, smacked his lips, turned over and continued to sleep.

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Yin Qiaomu muttered, "It seems like your hands have eyes..."

Zhang Qiling's eyes were full of doting, and his inspiration started. Yin Qiumu's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly remembered a sentence in classical Chinese.

There is no other reason, just practice makes perfect...

Then he shook his head vigorously, "What a mess!"

Yin Qiumu supported his body and put on his clothes.

Zhong Shetao was quite considerate and prepared clothes for each of them so that Yin Qiumu would not have to wear a wrinkled white shirt.

After putting on his coat, Yin Qiumu kicked Wuxie hard, then turned and left.

Zhang Qiling followed behind with a guilty conscience. Mumu would never think that it was Wuxie...

Yin Qiumu really thought so. Wuxie has been a bit naughty since he was a child.

The guy looks like a serious person, but he is quite feudal in his daily life. He definitely can't do it!

So! It must be an innocent idea!

Holmes Mu felt that he had solved the case, and the more he looked at Wuxie, the angrier he became.

Wuxie shivered in his sleep, smacked his lips, turned to the side and continued to sleep.

Wuxie was kicked awake and looked at Yin Qiumu's back in a daze.

"Hmm? Mumu?"

Fatty Wang was waiting for them downstairs, eating breakfast.

See them both coming down together, smiling “Yo yo yo~”

Then I took a big sip of porridge. Today's porridge is particularly sweet~

Yin Qiumu sat down slowly, took out the notebook that Wu Laogou left for Wuxie, and thought about it carefully.

He lacks expertise and experience.

He has no problem with fist fighting, but he thinks he is not very smart. He needs to learn from Wuxie and Wu Sansheng in this regard. Although Wuxie is naive, he is still very smart.

He is even more inexperienced. He had never been exposed to tomb robbing in his previous life. He can manage the family and lead a team, as he learned from his brother. But his brother doesn't let him get involved in most of the time.

The people here are like human spirits. How old are they in his two lifetimes combined? Yin Qiumu still has to protect Wuxie among these human spirits. He suddenly feels a lot of pressure.

The young master has been scheming most in his two lives, and he is completely following Yin Qiaosheng's example, but his brothers don't allow him to interact with other people.

In the end, he still learned from Gu Yun. It must be said that Gu Yun was much more ruthless than his brother.

Yin Qiaomu took a bite of the bun and thought of his first friend, who also taught him a lot. He was a very upright person, but unfortunately... he was a policeman.

He can be considered as Yin Qiumu's mentor. Yin Qiumu was born into a gang, and he can be so innocent because of him.

Unfortunately, he was an undercover agent. The boss at that time pulled him out and made him kneel in front of the hall. He had no idea what was going on.

After arriving here, he realized that being an undercover agent would not have a good ending.

What was the little brother's name? He had forgotten a little, but he only remembered that the brother covered his eyes.

Why didn't I hear the little brother scream? Was it because he couldn't make a sound or was it because he was afraid of being scared?

He was almost forgetting what the little brother looked like, but he vaguely remembered that when his eyes looked at him, there was a hint of heartache.

What do you feel sorry for? Are you sorry for the fact that he was born into a gang but has a pure heart, or are you sorry for what he will experience when he grows up?