Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"Tian Zhen, what do you want to eat today, pork elbow or sauerkraut stewed with vermicelli..." The fat man bit an apple, making a crunching sound, while Wu Yu was sitting at the table, carefully sorting out what happened before and after Zhang Qiling entered the bronze door.

On his desk, there was a navy blue mountaineering bag, and all the things inside had been taken out. In fact, Wu Yu had seen them many times. Apart from the man in Tibetan robe who had eyes and eyebrows very similar to those of the young man, he did not find anything special from them. If there was anything strange, it could only be the ambiguous note.

The name Qi Ling is somewhat familiar, but it is hard to remember... Wu Yu pushed the frame of his glasses and thought over and over again. He was very picky. If he couldn't figure out one of the items, he would not stop studying it. He even took out a magnifying glass to look at it carefully, trying to extract accurate code words or other information from the words between the lines of the young man.

The fat man had almost finished his apple, and he realized that the food inducement method proposed by Xie Yuchen was completely useless. During the days when Tian Zhen was in the hospital, he knew that he had to recover before he could be discharged, so he never stopped eating and drinking. In order to come out healthy, he was willing to drink any unpalatable Chinese medicine in one breath.

But now that he was out, he ignored his body. He didn't want to eat or drink, and just buried himself in the bag left by his brother.

"Tian Zhen, if you are not interested in the dishes I just mentioned, how about we change to something else, okay?" The fat man gave the choice to Wu Yu and threw the fruit core that he had completely eaten into the trash can. Then, he stared at the other's face that had healed and was now completely scar-free.

Wu Yu was still as handsome as before, but with a hint of sickness. His cheeks had become thinner rapidly due to not eating or drinking in recent days. Even the hand holding the magnifying glass began to tremble slightly. He coughed from time to time and his face was pale, but he pretended that nothing was wrong.

And Wu Yu, even though he had put himself in such a situation, still had no desire to reply.

Finally, the fat man was still too angry, so he used the things left by the young man to relieve his homesickness. So, he stood up without any hesitation, and the few steps he took made the floor bang.

Instantly, he grabbed Wu Yu's wrist, and his blessed features that used to be relaxed were wrinkled by the anger at that moment. "Tian Zhen, how long are you going to give up on yourself? Didn't the little brother say before he left that he would definitely come back? What we should do now is to believe that he can complete his mission, support all his decisions, and then happily welcome him in ten years!"

"Fatty, I can't do it..." Wu Yu exerted force suddenly and broke free from the fat man's hand, but perhaps because he had not eaten rice for too long, the force he just burst out only completely drained the little energy he had left. He felt dizzy and staggered, unable to stand steadily.

He had been relying on his willpower to hold on these past few days. Wu Yu didn't want to forget about his brother. He was afraid that the bronze door would lock up his brother forever. The more he thought about it, the more his thinking became rigid, making it impossible for him to extricate himself from the negative emotions.

Seeing Wu Yu's pitiful look, the fat man also softened his heart. He supported him and tried to stabilize their shaky emotions. "Tian Zhen, we have to trust Brother. Aren't these things he left behind clues? Such clear guidance, this Tibetan robe, this man, must be Brother's relative!"

The fat man picked up the portrait on the table in a panic. He couldn't understand why Wu Yu was so obsessed with a plain piece of paper that only explained three points. Obviously, a simpler answer was right in front of him, but he insisted on challenging the gold rank with a bronze rank, as if he was bewitched.

Wu Yu's gaze was fixed on the portrait in the fat man's hand. His eyes were clear, and it was obvious that he also felt that the content of the painting was more understandable than the obscure note.

A man who looks similar to the young man is wearing a Tibetan robe and holding a black gold ancient knife in his hand. Although he doesn't look very old and it is impossible to tell how close his relationship with the young man is, the blood connection is obvious.

Maybe, possibly,

Wu Yu felt that this was also the so-called Zhang Qiling.

But the note also contained a message that could not be ignored, something like "I and the fat man are very important, I will protect them with you, and cherish your blood."

Three points were raised and analyzed one by one. This Qi Ling knew the young man. In fact, the young man trusted him to ensure the safety of himself and Fatty. But why did this person never show up? And the phrase "cherish your blood", could this person also be a member of the Zhang family? But after I went with the young man, I never saw a member of the Zhang family named Qi Ling appear...

Wu Yu was torn between two choices, just like whether to put sugar in a cup of coffee. Based on your preferences, you would definitely put two sugar cubes in because of the bitterness, fearing that the coffee would poison your taste buds. But the latter obviously showed all the bitterness, fearing that you didn't know how difficult it was to drink, fearing that you didn't taste the aroma that was enough to numb everything. But this blatantness was so eye-catching that people unconsciously put their index fingers on the wall of the cup...

Until your fingertips are burned and hurt, you will not realize the power of its roar, which will make you sip the coffee between your lips and teeth with annoyance and even more excitement. You want to understand what is the difference between this cup of extreme bitterness and the sweetness in the past. Your curiosity will make you keep paying attention to it, not wanting to give up, and studying it painstakingly, until you are almost vomiting because of the bitterness, and then you will stop.

Wu Di is such a person with a strong self-abuse heart. Everything he is interested in, without exception, drags him into the abyss. The first water cave, the Seven Star Palace of King Lu, things related to immortality, the disappearance of his third uncle, Chen Wenjin's notes... He is stuck in the quagmire and cannot extricate himself, all because of his uncontrollable curiosity.

"Then let's first investigate by dividing the areas according to the Tibetan clothing system." Wu Yu compromised. He knew that he might never understand the bitter answer.

And the note at this time was also the first Pandora's box in his life that he had not opened in time.

But he later learned the truth from another direction. Through the man's painting, he dragged his sick body to see the young man's portrait in Motuo, and even in Jila Temple, he understood the mystery of Zhang Qiling's life experience. He also learned about another force outside the Nine Gates from the monk. To be more precise, he knew a man who had no name, only called Xiaoguan by Baima, and seemed to be omnipotent.

He was taken care of by Bai Ma until he grew up, and was later taken away by his family. But it seems that he is hiding a more shocking secret. At the beginning, Wu Yu suspected that he might be a member of the Wang family, and intended to lurk beside Bai Ma many years ago and become the most advantageous weapon to shackle Zhang Qiling.

But the monk said that he had never appeared since he and Zhang Qiling had been guarding Bai Ma's bed for three days.

That is a person who has been forgotten in the long river of time.

But Wu Di felt that he was still alive.

Until, on an ordinary day, Wu Yu finally picked up a piece of paper that suddenly appeared among the complicated papers on which he arranged his plans. The texture and size were almost the same as those left by the young man that year...

Wu Yu trembled as he spread it out, fearing that it was some new signal from the young man, a request for help, a compliment, or nostalgia? He thought of many things the young man would write, but on it, there was only a string of unfamiliar phone calls and a line of elegant words.

【I will tell you everything about Zhang Qiling. 】

The signature is Xiaoguan.

This made Wu Yu's pupils shrink suddenly. He clearly realized that he was moved by this proposal. He eagerly dialed the number, but only heard one sentence from the electronic sound.

"Please let a new person intervene in your plan. I think he will help you get everything you want."

The electronic music was indistinguishable, but Wu Yu's heart was beating up and down. He had read the note thousands of times and had always hoped to get in touch with Zhang Qiling. So, no matter who the other party wanted to squeeze in, his heart was clamoring to agree.

But reason made Wu Yu, who was now extremely cunning, calm down. "Who is Zhang Qiling? And how can I identify that newcomer?"

The other party was silent for a moment. Wu Di thought he was considering, but in fact he was speechless. Finally, in order to make this transaction fair, the electronic musician spoke again:

"Nine sects, Chen family, eleven people have lost their heads. Check it out. As for the newcomer, he will naturally appear beside you with Zhang Qiling."

Wu Yu hung up the phone without asking any more questions. It seemed that the number was bought on the black market, or some other technology was used. No matter what he did, he couldn't call back the number. So, he quickly devoted himself to investigating the truth of the tragedy of the eleven members of the Chen family. He spent all his energy on it, even more excited than when he discovered the existence of the Wang family and spent ten years to make a plan.

Finally, he found out Zhang Qiling's crime.

And the revival of all memories.

Wu Yu had not thought that he had participated, or to be more precise, he had searched for Zhang Qiling, not for the sky-high bounty, but only for brotherhood. Those forgotten happiness and pain, many years later, rolled him up and swallowed him like drowning waves. Moreover, those passionate moments of fighting side by side, when recalled and chewed, still made people tearful.

But in the end, all the surging emotions gradually calmed down because of the negative news about Zhang Qiling. This made Wu Yi understand why he had forgotten this person. Zhang Qiling once came to his side at the request of his younger brother, and tried to pretend to be his younger brother, coveting the brotherhood and happiness that did not belong to him.

This dirty love made Wu Yi feel sick. He covered his neck and felt the pain that had not recurred for a long time spreading again. He choked and couldn't breathe.

Zhang Qiling was like a person who jumped out of a stone. He had no destination, no end, and no future. However, he appeared when he was the most innocent, and with the same personal charm as the young man, he gained all of his trust at that time.

Wu Di at that time was not afraid of right or wrong.

And now Wu Yu must fight him to the death.

Therefore, knowing full well that Li Cu was uncontrollable and vindictive like a young wolf, Wu Yi changed his original plan of leading Li Cu and swapped the roles in the script.

Zhang Qiling became Li Cu's new whetstone.

But Wu Yu never thought that when he saw Zhang Qiling again with overwhelming hatred in his heart, all his designs, plots and plans would fall apart!

The other party was still looking at him secretly with sincere eyes in countless corners that he thought were well hidden. He obeyed everything he told him to do.

But at the very end, this person went wrong at the place where he should not have shown up.

Zhang Qiling was taken away by the Wang family. Wu Yu thought, he would be tortured to a point where his life would be worse than death. He would definitely be tortured. Given the antagonistic relationship between the Wang and Zhang families, he would definitely be tortured...

He didn't dare to think about what Zhang Qiling, who was so loyal to him from beginning to end, like a young bird, and regarded all his words as divine will, wanted to do in the Wang family?

He couldn't guess, and Zhang Qiling didn't do what he wanted to do. Perhaps, Zhang Qiling also felt that he was no match for the real Zhang Qiling. During those days, he could only lie on the hospital bed in the Wang family, and witness day by day how Yan Buyun, who came for him, was also completely unrecognizable.

As a low-quality product, a replica, a scarred and defective puppet, he is destined to get nothing.

Finally, when Wu Yu was about to end everything, he stroked Zhang Qiling's head and murmured in his heart. It was unclear whether it was a sigh for himself or an evaluation of the person on his lap:

"How foolish..."

He had done so many wrong things, and even being tortured to death thousands of times, had not been able to push Zhang Qiling away, and Zhang Qiling was also stubborn.

Two equally stupid people, one seeking revenge and the other seeking atonement, meet again in the desert under the push of fate.

That's stupid, I'm fucking serious.

If Wu Di in the past had listened to all these experiences, he would still think so.