Tomb Raider【Filling My Heart with Unresolved Feelings】

The few of them spent two seemingly leisurely days. On the surface, everyone was doing their own things, as if they were relaxed and at ease. But in fact, everyone's heart seemed to be shrouded in a fog, and everyone had a lot on their mind.

Wu Xie always fell into deep thought unconsciously, his eyes were a little vague, as if he was recalling some important clue; although Xie Yuchen's manners were still elegant, his occasional frown still revealed his inner worries; Fatty Wang seemed to be humming a little tune heartlessly, but the tune was always suddenly interrupted, and there was a hint of irritation in his eyes; Hei Xia Zi seemed to be fiddling with his things nonchalantly, but the deep look that flashed from time to time also showed that he was not really that relaxed.

However, this seemingly calm appearance was like a fragile window paper and was easily pierced.

On this day, when the bad news about Panma's father came like lightning, everyone was stunned for a moment. Wu Xie's eyes widened instantly, his face full of astonishment, and his mouth slightly opened.

Xie Yuchen's brows were tightly locked together, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.

Fatty Wang let out an "Ah!" and jumped up, his eyes full of disbelief.

Hei Xia Zi's originally relaxed body instantly tensed up, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of alertness.

Immediately afterwards, everyone rushed towards Panma Father's yard without saying a word.

As soon as he arrived at the yard, he saw Panma's son slumped on the ground, holding a bloody shirt tightly in his hands, crying bitterly. His body was shaking constantly, tears were rolling down like beads from a broken string, his throat was hoarse from crying, and he could only make intermittent sobbing sounds.

Fatty Wang and Hei Xiazi reacted very quickly. After looking at each other, they immediately walked towards the surrounding villagers to inquire about the situation.

Fatty Wang looked anxious, his eyes wide open, and walked towards the villagers, waving his arms and shouting, "Fellow villagers, what's going on? Tell us quickly."

Although Hei Xia Zi was not as noisy as Fatty Wang, he stared at the villagers closely, his body leaning forward slightly, with a serious expression, making the villagers feel an invisible sense of oppression.

When the villagers saw their appearance, they did not hide anything and told them the general situation they knew. They said that Panma had disappeared in Shuiniutou Valley and was in danger. Someone saw Panma's bloody clothes outside Shuiniutou Valley.

When they heard this, their hearts skipped a beat. Wu Xie bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes full of doubt.

It really could be such a coincidence, but then again, if something really happened to Panma, then their clues would be completely cut off, which would not be acceptable.

Xie Yuchen took a deep breath and slowly squatted down to check the bloody shirt. His movements were very cautious, his eyes staring at the bloody shirt without blinking, his brows furrowed even tighter. The blood on the bloody shirt had dried, and the dark red color was like an old scar, shocking. The fabric was torn to shreds, as if it had been bitten by a ferocious beast, with jagged cracks everywhere, indeed as if it had experienced a thrilling struggle.

Xie Yuchen looked puzzled and whispered, "This bloodstain doesn't look fake, but how could Father Panma suddenly encounter such an accident?"

At this moment, the young man's eyes suddenly became firm. He pursed his lips and strode towards the direction of Shuiniutou Valley without saying a word.

When Wu Xie saw what Brother did, his eyes lit up and he quickly shouted, "Brother, wait for me!" While shouting, he hurriedly chased after him, his steps staggering and he almost tripped over a stone on the ground.

Fatty Wang and Hei Xiazi also hurriedly followed. Fatty Wang ran while panting and muttering: "This matter must be very complicated. When I find out the truth, I will find out who is behind this."

His face was flushed from running, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. Hei Xiazi ran very easily, but his eyes were always vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Xie Yuchen gently patted the shoulder of Panma's son, with a hint of comfort in his eyes, and said softly: "Don't be too sad, we will investigate it clearly." After that, he hugged Bai Mumu and hurried towards Shuiniutougou.

Buffalohead Valley was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. The lush trees around it looked like a group of silent giants, exuding a depressing breath, making people feel as if their chests were being pressed by a huge rock.

The young man walked in front, his body slightly leaning forward, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey at any time. His eyes were extremely sharp, and he was constantly alert to the movements around him.

Suddenly, Bai Mumu chirped excitedly in Xie Yuchen's arms: "Look there!" He raised his little paws high and pointed in a direction.

Everyone looked in the direction Bai Mumu's claw was pointing, and when they saw it, everyone's expressions became a little strange.

I saw a bloody shirt hanging on a branch not far away. The shirt was as red as a burning flame, and there was so much blood on it that it looked like it had just been fished out of a sea of ​​blood. It was truly shocking.

When Fatty Wang saw the bloody shirt, his eyes suddenly widened, his face full of disdain, and he shouted, "I have to say, this is too fake. If a normal person had lost so much blood, he would have died long ago. How could he run so far? They are clearly treating us like fools!" He said while waving his arms angrily.

Wu Xie frowned and slowly approached the blood-stained shirt, staring at it intently, as if he wanted to see through it. As he walked, he bent down to examine it carefully, saying, "This blood-stained shirt is indeed a bit strange, it doesn't look like the marks left by a normal injury."

Xie Yuchen also hurried over. He quickly took out a pair of gloves from the space and put them on. Then he carefully reached out his hand and gently pulled a corner of the bloody shirt. His eyes were focused and scrutinizing. As he pulled, he analyzed: "The fabric of this bloody shirt is different from the one in the hands of Panma's father's son, and the bloodstains are too fresh. It doesn't look like it was left before."

Hei Xiazi stood aside, his arms crossed, his mouth slightly raised, a playful smile on his face, his eyes flashing with a light of insight. He said slowly: "It seems that someone deliberately set a trap here to mislead us."

The young man still stood there quietly, motionless like a sculpture. His eyes were calm and deep, silently scanning the surroundings, as if looking for hidden clues.

Bai Mumu was in Xie Yuchen's arms, her little eyes rolling around and her little head tilting from side to side. She looked like a little adult who was trying hard to think about a difficult problem.