Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Wu Yu supported Zhang Qiling and walked forward. He felt that he was really going to die, but when he closed his eyes and opened them again, his body returned to the corridor.

He leaned against the wall and felt many inexplicable wounds on his body, but the pain was real and even the fat man was not spared.

In the silent darkness, Wu Yu could only hear the fat man's breathing.

If Wu Yu could see, he would know how horribly swollen the fat man's wrist was. His broken bones had already formed several clear bulges on his wrist. In fact, as long as the environment here was bright enough, and the fat man happened to move his hand at this time, Wu Yu would be able to witness with his own eyes that his white bones were about to break through the skin and inevitably be exposed.

"Fatty, do you know what happened?" Wu Yu felt his head suddenly go empty, as if something had taken away his memories. He stood up from the darkness in a daze, first touched his backpack to make sure everything was there, then wiped his face with his hands.

A warm liquid touched his palm, with a slightly sticky touch. Even if he was stupid, he could tell that the liquid on his face could not be anything else but blood.

The fat man paused for a long time before answering incoherently, "Hiss... I don't know, I feel like my head is like a paste of water and flour! I don't remember anything that happened just now... It's just that my wrist hurts so damn much! I feel like the bones are broken into pieces!!!"

"Fatty, don't move! Let's find a flashlight first. It's pitch black, I can't even see where you are..." Wu Yu identified the direction from which the fat man's voice came, and moved towards it little by little, looking for a flashlight along the way.

The fat man responded, then lay down on the ground and used his hands to pick up the flashlights that he and Wu Yu had dropped. The two of them didn't crawl for long, probably because the flashlights fell just within half a meter of them.

However, Wu Yi held the flashlight in his hand, and before he turned it on, he felt that the body of the flashlight was covered with dense teeth marks. When he moved his hand forward, the sharp tip of the front inevitably scratched his index finger. Only then did he realize that even the shell of the lamp was broken.

Judging from the tooth marks, the bite force of this guy who loves to chew on flashlights is not just ordinary, it is abnormally strong! And how can there be a creature that chews and does not chew completely, just to have a taste of every flashlight, right? !

The fat man pressed the switch several times, and really thought that this broken flashlight was going to be discarded. But at this moment, the flashlight suddenly lit up again without any warning. Although it was like an old broken gas bulb, blinking every few seconds and only lighting up once, the brightness was so dim that it was better not to use it. But in fact, the fat man himself did not have more energy to rummage through his bag to get a lighter.

So the fat man used his relatively intact left hand, holding a flashlight and followed Wu Yu who was standing blankly in front of him, "Tian Zhen...what are you staring at? Do you have gold or silver in your hand? Why are you so fascinated?"

The fat man shone the flashlight on Wu Xie's palm and saw that the other person's hand was covered in blood. He then shone the light upwards and found that Wu Xie's face and neck seemed to have been strangled by something. Blood beads continued to condense until the weight was enough and then began to slide down. There was not a single piece of intact skin or flesh on any visible part of Wu Xie's body.

"Tian Zhen...your face!" The fat man suddenly stopped talking, probably because he felt that Wu Chen's disfigurement would affect his future life, and changed the subject, "Does it hurt? Let me blow it for you... Tian Zhen, we are not afraid, after we find the little brother and go back... I will definitely make your face whiter than before!"

Later, Wu Yu heard the fat man's curse, "Damn it... Let me know who did it, I will skin him alive!"

Wu Yu was speechless. He slid his hand down his neck and finally just smiled.

"How can I not believe in the famous Fatty? As long as you don't ask me to follow you all the time and eat some skin-beautifying pig skin every day..." Wu Di's emotions were as stable as ever, but it sounded like he knew his situation, but the next second, he frowned again, and Wu Di's flashlight had already shone on the fat man's hand.

Wu Yu's face became more and more sinister, and the storm of emotions that had been pent up in his heart was suddenly stirred up by the fat man's injuries.

However, Wu Yu never cursed loudly, and he rarely used foul language. Only when he was facing Fatty, his tone was fierce, but not very lethal. After all, he knew in his heart that he didn't want to blame Fatty, but the time when their memories were blank.

The one that really hurt the fat guy.

"Fatty, look at what has become of your hands! How do you want to support me? If I ask you to flip the spoon, can you still do it? Can you please look at what you look like?!"

Wu Yu's voice was trembling. He cursed and wanted to touch the fat man's hand, but he was afraid of aggravating the other's injury. He could only turn this anger into words, but the words that came out of his mouth were not as cold as a sharp blade. Maybe because he was from the south, the curse was even softer:

"Your hands...your hands! Do you know how important your hands are? Your dream of becoming a tomb raider is still waiting for your hands to realize it! Fatty, can you please face up to your own injuries? I...I...I really can't do anything about you...!"

Wu Yu's scolding made the fat man smile innocently, "Naive... How can you show your concern in a roundabout way while scolding me? Don't worry, I know my current situation. This hand won't be damaged for a while. Now, when I hear you say the title of tomb raider, I feel full of energy.

Tian Zhen...be obedient, calm down, we have to break down the wall to save the little brother, the detonator I just installed hasn't exploded yet..."

The fat man pointed forward and still seemed to have no regard for himself. Wu Yu became even angrier when he saw this, but he could not refute it. After all, saving the little brother was the most important thing.

The two of them went to the wall they had just been to, but as soon as they took a step forward, the feeling of being suspended in the air as if something was being taken away became more obvious, and even the scene in front of them seemed to suddenly shake like an old TV.

Who knows? Maybe Wu Yu felt that he should have seen something at that moment, but the time was too short for the naked eye to capture it and the brain to figure it out. It was as if he was clearly aware from the bottom of his heart that something was missing, but he could not grasp what was gone.

The fat man rubbed his eyes, and between their closing and opening, the detonator exploded, with a huge roar that hurt people's ears. At the same time, the wall opened, and the sea of ​​fire was raging, making it difficult to see clearly. However, they still rushed in without hesitation despite the scorching flames.

"That person..." Zhang Qiling's voice, hoarse from the smoke, rang out amid the crackling fire.

Wu Yu quickly called the fat man who was looking around to run over together, "Fatty, here, here, here! The young man is here!!!"

The two men poured water out, creating a new path through the fire, and then came to Zhang Qiling in a mess. Zhang Qiling, who was lying on the ground, was still struggling to finish the second half of his sentence.

"The eyes...are beautiful."

Zhang Qiling's eyes were unfocused. It was unclear who he was looking at, or who he was praising...but all the tension was unimportant here.

The fat man quickened his movements. Not to mention that he couldn't take out the fire starter, he was now rummaging through his bag faster than he could carry money in his pocket. He simply unscrewed all the water bottles with his left hand, and then poured them on Zhang Qiling's head desperately to cool him down.

It was no lie that Zhang Qiling was burned to charcoal black. Even his precious black gold ancient sword was burned red and fell beside him.

Wu Yu helped Zhang Qiling to stand up and considered whether to pick up the knife, but felt that neither he nor the fat man could lift it.

Zhang Qiling finally came to his senses. Before the fat man poured the next wave of water on his head, he took the initiative to pick up the sword and used the blade to grab the water that should cool him down. In this way, the red and black gold ancient sword regained its original coldness.

Zhang Qiling's eyes were exceptionally clear this time.

To be honest, Zhang Qiling didn't believe that he and the three injured men could walk out of here on foot. It wasn't because they were exhausted, but he just had an inexplicable intuition and premonition in his heart.

Zhang Qiling was supported by Wu Yu and the fat man. There were only two flashlights for lighting. His flashlight had been thrown into the fire and melted.

When the light was reflected on the ground, bloodstains could be seen in the corridor, dragged by the footsteps of Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling who left in the past, and blurred by the footsteps of Zhang Qiling, Wu Yu and Fatty who came later. Logically speaking, the traces of the original path should not fade so quickly.

"It's getting harder and harder to see clearly..." Wu Yu had no choice but to squint his eyes and observe the holes Zhang Qiling had chiseled on the wall to identify the original route of entry.

Fortunately, the young man was not the kind of person who would only leave faint marks. The cut he made with the tip of the knife was not deep, but the force was so great that no one else could erase it.

The three of them didn't know what they were hiding from. Just like Wu Xie and Fatty, they couldn't remember how Zhang Qiling got behind the wall, and whether he was guided by something else.

In short, their memories now seemed to be covered by a layer of plastic wrap, which kept the mist and speculations from their breath firmly confined to this area, leaving them with only their own internal energy.

In fact, Zhang Qiling had been wondering why the old man in the antique shop strongly requested him to see "that person" before leaving?

who's that person?

Zhang Qiling felt like he had suddenly forgotten everything.

The three of them walked slower and slower. Who knows if it was because they were delaying because they didn't want to leave, or because they were desperate because they knew they would never be able to pray for the spirit in the future...

Perhaps, they have never dared to face it, and dared not to choose anything. They were making decisions in a dilemma, but could not bear the consequences of any choice.

In the sea of ​​fire that was already far away from them, a figure gradually emerged.

Zhang Qiling, lying on the hospital bed, was not very good at using his mobile phone, and he did not have one. He just sunk deeply into the soft bed, nervously worried about the conditions of Zhang Qiling, Wu Yu and Fatty. A few hurried meetings made him even more worried. Moreover, Hei Xia Zi and Yan Bucun talked for too long. Zhang Qiling could not pretend to be a fool who knew nothing, so he put on his slippers, took the half box of chocolate given to him today and went downstairs.

The villa has four floors, and Zhang Qiling has hardly ever walked around. The place always gives people a cold feeling. Even when Chaoxu and Xiangyang were having fun, they seemed to be having an affair and had to find a place where no one was around to talk. Not to mention the even more elusive Qingru. Zhang Qiling had seen her no more than twice in total.

Zhang Qiling's five senses are stronger than those of ordinary people, but they are not super powers. He just moves forward based on his intuition, just like when he was crawling on the ground, persistently looking for the black bear. He always thinks that as long as he doesn't stop and persists, he will be able to find the things and answers he wants.

In fact, this stubbornness is correct.

Zhang Qiling's hand pressed against the extremely pure white door. Although he couldn't hear the sound behind the door when he got closer, his intuition told him that the answers and people you wanted were right here, and the whole world was right in front of him.

"Qi, open the door." Zhang Qiling's voice was a little unclear. Perhaps it was because he was eating chocolate. He liked to hold a big bite and wait for it to melt slowly.

Perhaps as if he had sensed something, Hei Xia Zi listened and felt that today's story was enough. He moved closer to the door and suddenly thought of something. He turned to the pale-faced Yan Bucun and smiled sincerely for the first time in his life, "You should really be a storyteller instead of pretending to be an ear for me."

Hei Xiazi nodded his left ear with a malicious look.

His right hand had already pressed on the inner lock and pulled it, and the pure white door that separated the truth and lies was suddenly opened, and what he saw was Zhang Qiling who raised his head and looked at him with an innocent face.

"Together." Zhang Qiling said.