Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"Wow! Bro, did you raise a twin brother?!"

"Be careful on the road..."

"I'm fake."

"I want to go... home... home..."

"Aqi, wake up!!!"

Zhang Qiling's back was tense like a frightened bird due to the ups and downs of the dream. He lay on his side with his eyes closed, clutching the quilt tightly. His joints began to turn white but he didn't stop breathing. His breathing became heavier and heavier, as if he was greedily swallowing oxygen after being pulled out of the water.

Yan Bugun sat on a chair beside the bed, leaned over devoutly, and covered the back of Zhang Qiling's hands with both hands. However, probably because his body had become smaller and shrunk, and his body temperature dropped sharply, even if he closed his hands tightly, it only made Zhang Qiling more unbearable.

Even if the king's knight took off all the armor that concealed his true face, he still couldn't resist the coldness stained by the battle. His bloody smell and his love could not bring the king any comfort...

"Bring a hot water bottle." Yan Bucun instructed Qingru and prepared to withdraw his hand. He knew that he did not see any relaxation in Zhang Qiling's frown.

But Zhang Qiling seemed to have anticipated his escape, and subconsciously treated this man as a life-saving straw, and grabbed Yan Bucun's wrist with his hand.

Yan Bucun was surprised in his heart, but on his face, he stared at Zhang Qiling's eyes, which were still closed. He had hope in his eyes, wanting to see his own reflection in the other's pupils. At least this would let him know that he was in the other's eyes.

But when the pair of eyes with clear black and white finally opened, Yan Bucun was so scared that he looked away. He would rather Zhang Qiling just woke up than regain his sanity and come to question him. What exactly did the so-called clasped hands mean now?

But at the same time, he hoped that the other party could expose his hidden love, but he also wanted to bury this feeling forever and only remain the most loyal believer.

Yan Bucun pursed his lips impatiently and asked anxiously, "Aqi...how much do you remember?"

At this time, Zhang Qiling had already forced himself to sit up. Seeing this, Yan Bucun quickly placed a soft pillow behind his waist. However, it seemed that Zhang Qiling had not yet figured out how to explain it, or maybe he just hadn't sorted out the clues yet.

However, when Zhang Qiling realized that there was still a chill in his palm, he suddenly let go of Yan Bucun's hand.

Yan Bucun wisely withdrew his words, twisted the corner of his clothes with his cold hands, and was glad that the other party did not ask anything.

"I don't know." Zhang Qiling replied, feeling a sharp pain in his head. He closed his eyes right after he finished speaking, but he did not faint. He just calmly waited for the pain to dissipate on its own. Finally, he stared at Yan Bucun in confusion and said what he needed most at the moment, "Hungry."

He didn't have a strong appetite, but when his stomach was empty, the feeling of stomach acid rising up uncontrollably was always uncomfortable.

After hearing what Zhang Qiling said, Yan Bucun no longer had time to worry about whether to hold hands or not. He stood up swiftly and moved the corner of the chair to the side to prevent Zhang Qiling from bumping into him when he got up and moved around.

He was very gentlemanly, and this behavior also gave Zhang Qiling more time to observe him.

Yan Bucun was very thin, even thinner than Zhang Qiling had imagined his peers to be. He looked like a walking skeleton in a sky blue sweatshirt. His muscle content was extremely low, and all his flesh and fat were gone. Apart from a decent face and impressive eyes, he seemed to have no other features. The most peculiar thing about him was his extremely tough skin, which was still tightly clinging to the bones all over his body, preventing him from falling apart.

"Okay, I'll go make you something to eat." Yan Bucun walked very quickly, as if filling Zhang Qiling's stomach was the happiest thing for him.

However, Zhang Qiling did not realize this clear happiness from his actions. He had a pair of eyes that could see through people's hearts, but he could not see the deep affection of others from his own eyes.

Being able to distinguish right from wrong and know good from evil is already Zhang Qiling's limit.

He lowered his eyes and carefully saw that his retention needle had moved to a less painful place. So before Yan Bucun completely walked out of the room, he whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Yan Bucun replied very quickly, as if he had always kept one ear open and was paying attention to the situation here from beginning to end.

Zhang Qiling didn't care whether he could see it or not, he just nodded to himself, then turned and looked out the window on his right. The snowflakes were blown all over the place by the wind, fluttering happily, and the room was very warm. There was no smell of disinfectant in the quilt, but instead a scent of bamboo leaves.

Moreover, I don’t know if it was Yan Bucun who was cooking it himself, but soon, every space was filled with the aroma of food. I guess he was cooking soup, Zhang Qiling thought,

This is a bit unrealistic.

But... this feels like a happy home.

Huo Dafu didn't know why Chen Jinshui only stared at the canned meat when there were so many edible foods in the car, and he had such an appetite. If Chen Jinshui worked for money, why didn't he care after he didn't catch anyone? How to solve the problem of the brothers' employment money? There was no answer to everything, but it seemed to be carried out smoothly.

"I can confirm that they are located in the garage that you found, Mr. Huo, but the signal has completely disappeared now. I guess they have set up a timing system, so it self-destructed so quickly..." The dog replied quickly, but his voice was trembling.

Huo Dafu leaned his back against the back of the chair and frowned. The pursuit and fatigue over the past few days made it impossible for this military advisor to move his brain, which had been spinning all the time. "I guessed it, but I still can't figure out what method they used to cause me to have hallucinations."

"Mr. Huo, what are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly." The dog seemed to be moving. Huo Daof could hear his clear footsteps. Perhaps he was looking for a signal.

This situation of being unable to accept important events once they are touched upon made Huo Daofu feel strangely familiar, so he tilted his head and glanced at Chen Jinshui who was eating canned food, "Don't you remember the brothers killing each other?"

"What are you talking about?" Chen Jinshui this time, wiping the oil stains on the corners of his mouth with a piece of paper, "Why are you talking so awkwardly, as if you were run over by an old train. I've never heard you talk so awkwardly before."

Huo Dafu pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking, until he was called over by the dog's voice again, "Master Huo... can I get the balance?"

"I called you. No need to contact me again." Huo Daofu hung up the phone and talked to Chen Jinshui, who didn't care about the subsequent distribution of money. "How are you going to fill the hole of your brothers with the money you earned from that person?"

"Hodolf, you just don't understand me when it comes to this. That's my pension, how can I touch it?!" Chen Jinshui was like a puppy guarding his food, biting his meat bone tightly and refusing to let go. Then he rolled his eyes and spoke of some unpresentable means.

"Anyway, the Chen family will make back all the money after a few fights. Besides, these outsiders in the Nine Sects who only have martial arts skills probably can't even find the tomb. You can just take them to our market and take a few small items that are deliberately sold at a low price but are not very good. Just deceive them and let them think they are getting a bargain."

"Yeah." Huo Daof knew that Chen Jinshui couldn't even calculate the flow of accounts in the Chen family, so he didn't ask any more questions in the end. He just had his own plans in mind. If his battlefield was not in the Huo family, then making money would be an easy thing.

The snow was raging outside. Huo Dafu looked at Chen San, who had been outside without a lighter. The snow was almost up to his heels. He simply lowered the window and shouted, "Chen San, drive back to Chen's house. It's snowing too heavily here. I guess the mountain will be closed soon."

At the same time, Hei Xia Zi shrank his neck because of the wind that came in. He stood up and closed the window. Xie Yuchen and Fatty had finished their meal and knocked on the ward door politely.

"Come in." Hei Xia Zi didn't think that he needed to push them out now. After all, he had already said what he wanted to say. If he continued to be alone with Wu Yu and didn't let the two people outside come in, it would seem as if he wanted to do something secret with Wu Yu but was not allowed to do so.

When Hei Xiazi saw the fat man, he used his flexible body to squeeze in first. When he saw Wu Yu wake up, his already barren tear glands were moistened again. He shouted, "Tian Zhen! You finally woke up. You really made me wait so long... But if you hadn't woken up just now, I would have eaten your portion of noodles with soybean paste!"

Wu Di didn't believe what he said. After all, the fat man was a man who would beg in the streets even if he couldn't eat enough, and then use his only coin to buy a steamed bun for his brother.

How could he do such a thing? He was just desperate and wanted to find some comfort.

"I'm awake now, and after you finish your noodles, Xiaohua will follow behind for a refill, right?" Wu Yu opened his arms and hugged the fat man's large body into his thin arms. He was also comforting the fat man who was crying so hard.

Xie Yuchen entered the house carrying the still warm food. Although he did not have as developed tear glands as the fat man, his eyes finally reddened. He opened the warm soup and said, "Wu Yu is right. I will pay for as many refills as you want. Are you worried about emptying my bank account?"

"No, you guys are acting out Romance in the Rain here, could you please consider my feelings? Where's my rice, my dishes, my soup, my noodles? You can't be the ones with full stomachs and leave me the starving ghost!" Hei Xia Zi's stomach made a rumbling sound at the right time.

This was met with a roll of the eyes from Xie Yuchen, "Didn't you tell me to stay outside and not let anyone else in? I thought you were going to starve to death."

"Boss, you can't do this..." Hei Xiazi started to act shameless, almost begging by grabbing the other's thigh, but he was really dishonest. As he spoke, he quickly took the soup from Jie Yuchen's hand, tilted his head back and drank a sip, making a smacking sound at the right time, "It's worthy of being bought by Master Hua, it's so delicious!"

Xie Yuchen did not respond to Hei Xiazi's supporting role. He opened the new soup box helplessly, and even took out the spoon delicately, wiped it with a towel until it was shiny, and then came to Wu Yu's bed.

"You need to eat well, sleep well and rest now, and so does Fatty." Xie Yuchen fed him spoonful by spoonful, just like he blocked Fatty's mouth at that time, allowing Wu Yu to swallow all his questions.

When the last spoon could no longer scoop out new soup, Xie Yuchen shed a tear, which melted into the stainless steel lunch box. "I can't lose any of you. Rest well and recuperate. It's more important than anything else."

"But we still need to find..." Wu Yu had just said halfway when someone felt something enter their mouth.

He was actually blocked by the noodles with soybean paste that Hei Xia Zi threw at him in the chaos. "You don't need to think about anything now. I will bring them to you."

Wu Yu was chewing noodles with soybean paste, but his eyes were a little distracted. Hei Xia Zi stared at his reaction closely. When the other party gulped down the food, he paused in feeding him. He expected Wu Yu to show some abnormality at this time so that he could see clearly what kind of problem existed with this man.

"What do you mean by them? Isn't it just the little brother we are looking for?"

Wu Yu naturally forgot about Zhang Qiling, whom they had just talked about.

The noodles stirred with chopsticks seemed to have instantly clumped together because of Wu Yu's words. At least that's what Hei Xia Zi thought. And in this room, besides himself, Xie Yuchen and Fatty both expressed their high agreement with Wu Yu's words.

They nodded, as if what Wu Yu said was the truth, the sacred words...

This world is crazy, only I am awake.

Or am I the only one who is crazy, and the world is awake?

Hei Xiazi was racking his brain. Why could they easily forget the existence of a person? It was as if this person had never appeared, never seen, and never shared the joys and sorrows with him. Could this be what they expected, or was it a curse set by others? He had no idea. He could only narrow his eyes and stare at Wu Yu's neck with resentment.

He remembered clearly that there was a bronze bell there,

Maybe I need to go to Qinling Mountains.

"Your hands are sore so quickly. It seems that for Mr. Hei, serving others is just a chore without any joy if there is no money as a motivation." Xie Yuchen joked as he took the box of noodles with soybean paste from Hei Xiazi's hand.

And Hei Xia Zi did not hold back and let go, "Yes, I only care about money. Considering our friendship, feeding him two bites is enough. You guys take a rest. I have something to do now, so I guess I have to leave first."

"Where are we going?" Curious Wu Yi quickly asked.

Hei Xia Zi's body tensed slightly. He couldn't guess what kind of monster was in the bronze bell. He actually felt that Wu Yu's current appearance had become terrifying.

But then, he suppressed his trembling emotions, and instead smiled wantonly, showing his white teeth, extremely unrestrained and full of the romantic style of a playboy, "Go make money, make a lot of money, and then have some fun."

"You are so unruly. Don't corrupt our innocent family." The fat man was like a hen protecting her own chicks, flapping his wings so that the feathers flew in a tangle.