Tomb Raider【Filling My Heart with Unresolved Feelings】

In the ward——

In the quiet and dim room, Wu Xie, Bai Mumu, Fatty Wang and Wu Sanxing sat in front of an old-fashioned TV, staring at the blurry snow on the screen.

Fatty Wang held the last videotape in his hand and complained weakly: "Oh my God, this is the last one! If there is nothing else, I will smash this broken thing into pieces. It will be smashed into pieces as hard as it can be!" As he spoke, he waved his fists, and his expression looked ferocious, as if he wanted to eat someone.

Wu Xie sat aside, his face full of helplessness, and urged: "Fatty, stop making a fuss here, let it out and take a look."

Wu Sanxing stretched his neck on the hospital bed and shouted anxiously: "Stop talking so much, hurry up, hurry up, I'm so anxious!"

Bai Mumu also muttered quietly: "I've been looking for a long time but there's nothing. My eyes are almost blinded. Oh - I'd better finish reading it quickly."

Fatty Wang put the videotape into the player, and everyone stared at the screen tightly, not daring to blink. But at first, the screen was still full of snowflakes, and Fatty Wang was so angry that he jumped up and down, shouting at the top of his voice: "What the hell is this, it's just some useless crap!"

Wu Sansheng sighed helplessly and consoled him, "Don't worry, wait a little longer."

Time passed slowly, and snowflakes dominated the screen. Everyone's expressions slowly changed from anticipation to despair, just like eggplants hit by frost.

Wu Xie muttered quietly: "What the hell is this guy doing? What the hell is he up to?"

Fatty Wang slumped down in his chair and said weakly, "My high expectations are completely dashed."

Just when everyone was discouraged and ready to give up, suddenly, the snow on the screen disappeared instantly, and a woman with long hair rushed out without warning. Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were empty and lifeless. It was Huo Ling in the video. She was seen mechanically combing her long hair, with strange and stiff movements.

This scene came so suddenly that the three of them were frightened.

Wu Xie couldn't help but take a breath and suddenly shrank back.

Fatty Wang jumped up with a cry of “Oh my god!” and exclaimed, “You scared me to death!”

Although Bai Mumu was mentally prepared, he was still frightened by the sudden scene and almost fell to the ground.

Wu Sansheng also had a look of fear on his face, his fingers tightly grasping the armrests of the chair, but his eyes were fixed on the woman in the picture.

The woman in the video is in an old and gloomy house. The walls of the room are covered with traces of time, with peeling walls and uneven potholes, as if they were ruthlessly eaten away by time. Some strange patterns can be vaguely seen on the wall, like some kind of unclear code, or like the vicissitudes of time.

The light in the room was extremely dim, with only a shabby candlestick emitting a faint glow. The candlelight flickered, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next second, making Huo Ling's figure flicker in the light and shadow, looking even more eerie.

The woman was wearing a hospital gown, which was ordinary in style but extremely messy, and the fluttering hem of the gown revealed a sense of decay and decay. Her black hair fell down, covering most of her face, and only her pale skin and bloodless lips could be seen. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had been taken away, but there was a hint of elusive depth and confusion.

She sat in front of the worn-out dressing table, her movements mechanical and slow. The comb in her hand seemed to be heavy, and each stroke through her hair seemed extremely difficult. Her movements were lifeless, as if controlled by some invisible force.

The mirror on the dressing table was blurry, and the figure reflected was distorted. The edge of the mirror was inlaid with a few dim gems, which emitted a cold and faint light under the weak light, adding more mysterious and thrilling atmosphere to the whole scene.

In the corner of the room, there were some old and shabby things piled up, including rotten wooden boxes, broken scrolls, and strange tools of unknown use. These things were looming in the shadows, and seemed to hide countless unknown secrets.

The ground was covered with thick dust, and every step she took would raise a cloud of choking dust. The woman seemed to be unaware of this, still immersed in the mechanical and strange action of combing her hair, as if time had frozen for her, and she was trapped in an endless cycle of terror.

Everyone was stunned at first, and no one recognized who it was, until Wu Sanxing muttered, "This, is this Huo Ling?"

Only then did everyone react.

Wu Xie said in surprise: "Huo Ling...?? The Huo Ling from the Xisha archaeological team? Then why does she look the same as she did 20 years ago? She hasn't aged at all?"

Fatty Wang trembled and wondered, "This, this can't be some kind of evil magic, right?"

Wu Xie took a deep breath and said calmly, "Don't panic yet. We need to figure out what's going on."

Fatty Wang came closer to the screen, took a closer look, and said suspiciously, "This person looks too young, how many preservatives must he have consumed?"

Wu Xie rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Fatty, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Everyone was in shock and confusion, and fell into deep thought. At this time, Wu Sansheng's face darkened and he said seriously: "Wu Xie, don't investigate further, let's stop here."

Wu Xie frowned and replied firmly: "Uncle San, this matter is very strange. I can't just let it go like this."

As he spoke, he took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Wu Sansheng. "Also, Uncle San, the person in this photo is you, right? You should explain to me what happened to you when you followed that archaeological team to the Xisha Islands 20 years ago?"

Wu Sansheng's expression changed. "Wu Xie, where did you get this photo? Some things are better unknown than known."

Wu Xie stared at Wu Sansheng, "Uncle San, you are still hiding things from me. The person in the videotape looks exactly like Huo Ling, and there is also this photo. You must give me an explanation today."

Wu Sansheng sighed, "Wu Xie, Uncle San is worried that you will be in danger. Things here are too complicated and you can't handle them."

Wu Xie gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle San, I am not a child anymore. I have the right to know the truth."

Wu Sansheng frowned and said with a worried look on his face: "Wu Xie, listen to your uncle. The water here is too deep and you can't control it."

Wu Xie stared at Wu Sansheng and said firmly, "Uncle San, if you don't explain yourself clearly today, I will not let this go."

Wu Sansheng shook his head helplessly: "Wu Xie, Third Uncle really doesn't want you to be dragged into this dangerous vortex, just listen to Third Uncle this time."

Wu Xie raised his voice: "Uncle San, you have been hiding things for so many years. I don't want to be kept in the dark anymore."

Wu Sansheng's eyes dodged: "Some things will not do you any good if you know them. Uncle San doesn't want you to get hurt."

Wu Xie took a step forward: "I'm not afraid, I must figure this out."

Wu Sansheng was a little anxious: "Wu Xie, don't be so stubborn." "This is all for your own good," the two said in unison.

Wu Sansheng was slightly embarrassed by the coincidence of this sentence, and the atmosphere in the ward became a little subtle for a moment.

Wu Xie curled his lips and said, "Uncle San, I've heard this so many times that my ears are almost callused. You always say this, but have you ever really stopped me? If you don't tell me the truth this time, I will never give up."

Wu Sanxing sighed helplessly and said, "You...ah - you have such a stubborn temper, I really don't know who you resemble."

Wu Xie crossed his arms over his chest and replied, "Just like you, you won't stop until you achieve your goal."

Wu Sansheng was so amused by Wu Xie's words that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You kid, you're still making fun of your uncle."

The two of them were in a stalemate, neither of them giving in.