Tomb Raider【Filling My Heart with Unresolved Feelings】

After they had almost finished eating, Fatty Wang wiped his mouth and asked Wu Xie in confusion, "Tian Zhen, I just don't understand why you agreed to give the videotape to his uncle so easily?"

Wu Xie gave a sly grin and slowly took out the videotapes from his pocket. He shook them and said, "Fatty, you think too little of me, don't you? How could I give these real videotapes to Uncle San? What I gave him were just fakes that I prepared in advance."

Fatty Wang's eyes widened as he saw this, and he even forgot to chew the food in his mouth. He said in surprise, "Tian Zhen, what do you mean? Are you playing dirty with your uncle?"

Wu Xie chuckled and explained, "Fatty, think about it carefully. Uncle San is so anxious to get this videotape, there must be a big secret in it. I will pretend to give it to him first, and then slowly study it later."

Bai Mumu covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes full of intelligence as she said, "Wu Xie, you are such a smart guy! But your Third Uncle is so smart, what if he finds out?"

Wu Xie said indifferently: "Who cares? If he knows, then he knows! Besides, that old fox has cheated me so many times, so what's wrong with me taking something from him?"

Fatty Wang slapped his thigh and suddenly realized, "I thought, you are such a kid, how can you let your uncle go so easily? So you are waiting here!"

Wu Xie proudly raised the videotape in his hand and said seriously, "This is a key clue. We can't just hand it over so easily. We have to think about it carefully."

At this time, Wang Meng also came over and asked curiously: "Boss, what should we do next?"

Wu Xie thought for a moment and said calmly, "Don't worry, let's hide this videotape first and take action when the time is right."

Everyone nodded, and Wu Xie carefully hid the videotape in a secret place.

At this moment, there was a knock on Wu Shanju's door. Wu Xie's heart tightened, and he quickly signaled everyone to be quiet. He tiptoed to the door and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

The person who came was Aning. She looked stern and said at the door: "It's me, Aning."

Wu Xie opened the door in surprise, his eyes full of surprise, and said in disbelief: "Aning? Why are you here?"

Aning: "I came here because I have something to talk to you about."

Aning walked straight into the room without saying anything, and took out the videotape as soon as she sat down.

Looking at the videotape in front of him, Wu Xie couldn't wait to ask, "How did you get this? Who sent it to you?"

Aning replied calmly: "See for yourself."

Fatty Wang muttered to himself, "Hey, it wasn't you who sent it, was it?"

Wu Xie rushed forward, snatched the remittance slip, and said in surprise: "How is this possible!"

Fatty Wang looked at the list and read, "Golmud, Qinghai."

Wu Xie frowned: "I have never been to Golmud!"

Ah Ning said calmly: "Of course I know it wasn't you who sent it. The sender wrote your name just to ensure that the videotape would reach my hands."

Wu Xie asked: "What is in there?"

Aning looked solemn: "It's quite weird, you can feel it for yourself."

Then, everyone started playing the videotape.

In the first scene, the dim light flickers, illuminating a dark, dilapidated room. The room is filled with an old and decayed atmosphere, and the walls are peeling, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

The camera zoomed in, and a man in a nursing home gown was seen crawling slowly and with difficulty on the ground. His body was twisted beyond recognition, and his joints seemed to be forcibly broken, bent at an extremely unnatural angle. Every time he moved forward, there was a tooth-grinding "crunching" sound from the friction of bones, which made people's backs cold.

The veins on his bony arms bulged like winding earthworms, and his skin was a sickly grayish-blue, as if shrouded in the shadow of death. His nails were broken and black, and they scraped against the rough ground with a harsh "squeaking" sound, leaving behind a series of shocking scratches.

His hair was like a mess of dry grass, hanging down wantonly, covering most of his face. In the gaps between the hair, one could vaguely see blood or mud on his face, which gave off a nauseating stench. Some of the stains had dried up and formed black scabs, while others were still flowing slowly, mixed with sweat, and dripping onto the ground.

His eyes were sunken, leaving only two dark holes, as if his soul had been taken away long ago, leaving only this zombie-like body mechanically wriggling on the cold ground. His mouth was wide open, making an indistinct "woooo" sound, as if he was desperately asking for help from the world, or cursing something.

Suddenly, Aning pressed the pause button and asked, "Do you feel anything strange?"

Wu Xie shook his head: "No."

Bai Mumu frowned slightly and said softly, "I always feel that this person is a little familiar, but I can't tell where he is familiar."

Ah Ning said in a deep voice: "Well, let's read the second volume."

She walked forward, changed the videotape, and continued playing. In an instant, a deep basement appeared on the screen, surrounded by thick fog, with rusty iron chains hanging on the walls, and water drops dripping down, echoing in the empty basement.

The ground was covered with messy footprints and traces of unknown liquids. The gurgling sound of the flowing liquid seemed to come from the low hum of the abyss. The crawling man stood up at this time. His body was twisted and his face could not be seen clearly. Only the tattered hospital gown he was wearing was seen fluttering in the wind.

He slowly turned around and stretched out his hands towards the camera, his fingers bent like chicken claws. He seemed to be muttering something, and the unclear voice sounded like the mumbling from hell.

When Wu Xie and Fatty Wang saw this scene, they were so shocked that they almost jumped up from their chairs, their eyes wide open.

Wu Xie's face was filled with astonishment: "It's me!" He couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at the person in the picture and muttered, "How could it be me?"

Aning said: "This is why I came to see you."

Wu Xie mumbled, "This is a videotape from more than ten years ago. I was still a kid then."

Fatty Wang quickly asked, "Besides this clue, are there any other clues?"

Aning replied: "The only clue is Wu Xie's face. It seems that you really don't know anything."

Wu Xie once again looked at the face in the videotape that was extremely similar to his own. The doubts in his heart grew stronger and his expression became more solemn.

Bai Mumuqing pretended to be ignorant and said, "This is too weird, Wu Xie, are you hiding something from us?"

Wu Xie shook his head helplessly: "I really don't know what's going on!"

Everyone fell silent, and a strange and tense atmosphere filled the room.