Brother, he can read minds

The underground entrance is not the place that Su Yang and Ke Gu thought, because the place where the incident happened is currently surrounded by Tomahawk's people, and even Caius' people can't get close.

Lin Xinshu's people analyzed the terrain and found another entrance besides the bay. Looking at the tombstone on the lawn, Su Yang wiped his sweat: "Is this really all right?"

Victor squatted down first, studied the turf and shook his head: "The soil is very loose, the turf is paved, and this should be an entrance."

Su Yang looked up at the empty sentry post: "It's also thanks to the tomahawk."

Victor moved very quickly, and quickly lifted the turf. He directly stretched out his hand to blow the soil away, and soon revealed the stainless steel door underneath, with a lock on it.

But unlike ordinary locks, the way to unlock the lock is not the key or the password, but the fingerprint.

This is a little troublesome. If you try and make mistakes, it may cause a linked alarm. Su Yang was thinking about whether to contact Nix, when he saw Victor pull out a pistol with a silencer.

Seeing that Victor stretched out his left hand and waved it back, Lin Xinshu pulled his brother back and stood back: "Xiao Wei is good at it."

Victor also got up and stepped back for a distance, then aimed his gun at the lock.Su Yang was shocked. Can such a small target be aimed at such a long distance?

The answer is yes, and Victor has proved with facts that one cannot be a personal servant without two brushes.

Victor's bullet accurately broke the lock and did not destroy the stainless steel door, but flew into the lawn not far away, and was finally buried by mud and grass.

Only the gunpowder smoke still in the air can tell what they just sent, Su Yang rubbed his eyes: "That's, it's over?"

"Hmm." Lin Xinshu grinned, "Xiaowei's marksmanship is one of the best in Hongmen."

Victor stepped forward and bent down to take the lock, and then opened the door: "You follow me."

"Xiaowei." Lin Xinshu said suddenly.

Victor turned to look at him: "Do you have any other arrangements?"

Lin Xinshu shook his head, he looked at Victor and said something completely unlike himself: "Be careful."

Victor was taken aback for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips: "I know."

Su Yang looked at this and that, and felt a little helpless in this seemingly free era.

But Su Yang also understood that the object of his sympathy never needed sympathy.

They followed Victor to a long flight of stairs. At the last staircase, the painting style changed from simple to classical and gorgeous. They realized that they might have walked into the interior of the castle.

The wall is made of retro red bricks, and there are torches hanging on the protruding stone pillars on the left and right, crackling, Su Yang is a little strange: "Senior brother, why do we use real torches here, what if there is a fire? .”

Lin Xinshu was quick to answer this question. Having grown up in the criminal hall, he is very familiar with the basement: "The most worrying thing about this kind of basement is the lack of oxygen. The torch is equivalent to an old-fashioned alarm. If the torch suddenly goes out, it means The air in the basement is not enough to support its burning, and it can also repel insects, so it is still customary to use torches in the traditional underground.”

So that's the case, Su Yang understands, but this castle implements the word "old castle" quite thoroughly. Can't a place that can be locked with fingerprint padlocks use high-tech means of electricity?

"However...it's really strange here." Lin Xinshu touched his chin, pointed to the knight armor on the left and right sides, "This place is not really like a detainee's place, but more like the owner's territory."

Just like there were no guards at the outpost, they also continued their previous good luck. There were no guards here.

Soon, they saw several rooms.To open or not to open is a question, but they can't confirm the situation inside if they don't open it.

Victor turned his head and signaled Lin Xinshu's next plan with his eyes, but Ke Gu stopped him and put his hand on the handle. After all, it was a case of the special case team, and it was also related to his father and other hostages. Hands-on is also excusable.

With a "click", the door core moved with Ke Gu's twist.

Pushing open the door, the indoor light was dim, and under the light was an old man with gray hair sitting in a wheelchair, with an easel in front of the old man.Hearing the movement, the old man didn't turn his head. He continued to look at the water-colored traces.

"excuse me, you are?"

"Who are you?" The old man's voice was very old, with a feeling of dying and dying.

"We went the wrong way and got here by accident." Lin Xinshu was very calm, as if he was telling the truth.

Su Yang admired this kind of spirit of talking nonsense without making drafts, and he didn't say why they came, first find out the identity and thoughts of this person, and then they consider whether to tell the whole story.

"Oh." The old man said lightly, "I still want to draw, please close the door when I go out."

At this moment, he simply sketched a few strokes on the drawing paper, a bird jumped out of the paper, and then the old man drew another cage: "Why don't you leave?"

Su Yang smiled and said, "Uncle, I know some Chinese paintings, and I like the feeling in your paintings." There are only a few strokes, not complicated but very expressive.

"I want to draw a door on the cage, so how do you think it should be drawn?" The old man asked suddenly.

Su Yang looked up at the sky, as expected, he couldn't brag, at least he had to double what he said, what he meant by understanding was that he watched his dad draw ink and wash paintings since he was a child.

Bite the bullet and think about it, Su Yang finally thought of a way to paint the door: "I think it's best not to paint."

"Why?" The old man seemed to sigh silently, "They all ran away without a door."

Ke Gu smiled, he doesn’t know how to paint, but what the old man asked was not about painting: “If you open the door, the canaries inside won’t run away, and if you close the door, the canaries inside won’t run away. Two moods."

The old man seemed to be thinking about this question,

"And what if they still want to run?"

Su Yang shrugged: "Let them be free, twisted melons are not sweet."

"Then what if what I draw today is not a sparrow, but a beast? Do you still keep your options?"

"Yes." Su Yang nodded, "The difference is the release to the sky and the release to the forest."

"And what if these freed beasts decide to turn around and tear you apart?"

Seeing that they didn't answer for a long time, the old man didn't urge him, but just continued to draw without real objects, humming the title of the song and the tune of the lyrics,

It was an Italian ballad, Ke Gu recognized it, and it was a song that only the older generation knew.

But Su Yang kept staring at the painting, and after thinking for a long time, he guessed: "Your statement is wrong. If it is a wild beast, it is true that they don't need to produce dragons if they want to fight back. They can break free from the cage directly, so in fact the door is not the same. unimportant."

"You are right." The old man was a little disappointed, "You are here to find someone, right? The person you are looking for is outside the corner, and you should close the door when you go out."

The four of them slowly exited the room, feeling a little strange, who is this old man?

According to the old man's words, they walked to the room the old man said, and when they opened the door, they unexpectedly found that the lights were not turned on inside, which was not at all what the old man described.

"That old man is Italian." Victor said suddenly, "His accent is not right."

Italian……

Su Yang was stunned for a moment, he grabbed Ke Gu's sleeve: "Brother..."

"what happened?"

"That person...couldn't be Cris?"

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