National treasure

Before Cheng Ling finished speaking about the secret room, Zhong Zhe rushed to say: "I know, you did that to prevent me from falling into PTSD, and there is no other meaning."

It was rare for Cheng Ling to choke, and he paused before saying, "I want to ask you, how do you feel now, do you need to do something, or see a doctor tomorrow?"

There was a moment of awkwardness in the air.

Apparently Zhong Zhe interrupted Cheng Ling in a hurry, and seemed a bit overreacted. Cheng Ling just continued what he had said, as if he was clarifying——you think too much, I didn’t mean to mention that at all, I just cared under health.

The episode of embarrassment is nothing compared to the big battle he experienced tonight. Zhong Zhe put aside his emotions and turned back to Cheng Ling's question.

"Honestly, I don't know. It feels fine now, but once the problem recurs, it's not so easy to stabilize.

The situation may not be very good, but now I have neither the conditions to hide in a sanatorium in the south of France to recuperate and stabilize my emotions, nor can I go to the doctor as you said.

You know, if you relapse, they give you medicine. "

Zhong Zhe turned his head to look out of the window, his expression lost in memory, his body was reflected by the fire, slender and straight, like the tough and unbreakable cedar outside the window, "Those medicines will cause memory loss and slow reaction, and the period of taking the medicine will even affect people's health. Normal life."

He turned to Cheng Ling and shook his head, "I can't take these medicines now. To track down the clues and uncover the purpose of those people stealing Hetu, I have to keep a clear head and sharp thinking."

Cheng Ling leaned against the door, the backlight made the expression on his face hidden in the dark, when Zhong Zhe spoke, his body posture did not change in any way, there was no hand movement, no nodding or shaking his head, no gesture.

In the end, Zhong Zhe only waited for a short "um", the whole meaning of that nasal sound was that Cheng Ling received what he said, got it, that's all.

Damn it, what kind of attitude should he expect from Cheng Ling?

Show even the slightest concern?

Zhong Zhe realized his whimsy with self-mockery, turned around and said good night.

The next day, except for Mr. Zhong, everyone in the house came back to perform their duties. Ajin’s mother looked at the kitchen that had been moved, and ran excitedly to tell Zhong Zhe, "Master, you are not hungry. Good! Last night you asked me to stay in the clinic to take care of Mr. Zhong, I was so worried."

Zhong Zhe laughed, "I'm not hungry, and I ate pretty well. Mom, let's eat home-cooked food today. The original one."

"Okay, master."

Zhong Zhe dug out the notebook again from the stacking room, and there were people walking around in the attic to clean and replace the slanted window panes.He casually found a bag and put it on the wooden box, and went to the study downstairs.

Avoiding the noise, Zhong Zhe continued to scroll down.

Later in the notes, he began to record the major events of his growth. Even though he used a very formal tone, his father's pen would occasionally show love. Zhong Zhe could almost imagine his father's mood and appearance every time he took the pen.

He was immersed in good memories, when he suddenly saw the writing in his notes——

"Recently, I'm worried about Zhong Zhe's safety. For thousands of years, their ghosts have been lingering, always threatening the safety of the inheritors of the clan. Since Zhong Zhe left home to go to school, I have hired bodyguards, not only personal guards, And a whole response team.

I am also in danger from time to time, but this is a situation that has been encountered by generations of inheritors, and it is not worth worrying too much.After all, to fight to the death against them and all the villains who covet treasures, and to protect the inheritance is the meaning of our existence. "

From the beginning of school to the death of his father, Zhong Zhe never thought deeply that the bodyguards who followed him were specially hired, let alone that there was a response team hiding in the dark, waiting for him at any time.He used to think that having bodyguards around was just a practice in the circle, like his classmates, it was just a facade, a decoration to guard against paparazzi more than against kidnapping.

Why did my father never talk about these things.

He knew that his family had a very long history, and his ancestors could be traced back to the pre-Qin period. He also knew that there were several special collections in his family, and 003 River Map was one of them.Mostly my father didn't expect that he would suddenly have an accident.

Or maybe it was because I was too young at the time, only 16, and my father was not ready to tell him these things.In short, the reason has been lost.

Zhong Zhe turned back again, and the notebook recorded all the way to Zhong Ke's birth, and nothing special happened again.

When my mother died, my father recorded only the fact of his wife's death with extreme restraint, but that line, which was rare, occupied an entire page by itself, and there was even a dot-shaped wet mark at the bottom of the page.

Turning that page, soon, my father wrote for the first time, "Yesterday, Huaxia sent people to contact us again. From the end of the Qing Dynasty to the present, four generations, from my great-grandfather to me, have finally waited for this day."

Afterwards, there were more and more contacts recorded between the two parties. Among them, Uncle Gao was always the bridge-builder. Back then, he had not yet retired, and was still a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Education.

When Zhong Ke was two years old, his father finally wrote——

"As the 109th generation inheritor, I have thought about it for a long time. My family has left their homeland for nearly a hundred years, and the inheritors have always withered. From my grandfather to me, there are only one or two children in each generation. After my wife passed away, I have no intention of remarrying. , there are only two 110th generation blood inheritors.

Over the past hundred years, the times have changed rapidly, and the world has changed. Now it is becoming increasingly difficult and difficult to protect the inheritance of China's origin with only the power of the family.

I have been watching the stars for several months, and even divination, all point to what I think is the right choice.

Now I am acting with full authority as the 109th generation inheritor entrusted by the secret emblem of my family, and have decided to return the treasure river map to my homeland and hand it over to the people of the country for protection.

May the glory of my China reappear, and may the old people regain the nourishment of their origin. "

When Zhong Zhe read this point, his nose and eyes were sour for a while, and he calmed down his emotions before continuing to turn back.

Two pages later, my father solemnly wrote——

"On Maoyue Mao, the year of Wuzi, the 109th generation successor, Zhong Jiming, returned the Hetu to his homeland. May all the martyrs of our family be safe."

After this official record, my father wrote in another line of small characters, "This is the last note of the river map by the 109th generation inheritor. The 110th generation inheritor will no longer record the inheritance of the river map."

This is the end of the letter. A few months later, my father passed away, and there was no more words left in the notebook.

Zhong Zhe originally hoped that some things about Hetu Luoshu would be recorded in the manuscript, but although he found the record, it was about inheritance, and there was nothing about Hetu itself, so Zhong Zhe could not be given more new clues.

On the contrary, because of the father's account, to the family and to the inheritors, who are the "they" mentioned, and who are we?Added more mysteries to Zhong Zheping.

He decided to go to the study of the old house to search again to see if there were any such things missing.

When he passed the long corridor to the atrium, Cheng Ling was coming up from the basement, with a strong evil spirit on his body, blood and stains on his clothes and pants.

Cheng Ling noticed that Zhong Zhe was coming towards him, and was about to greet him, when he suddenly turned his body and said, "Wait for me to clean it up." Then he turned and left the aisle quickly.

Zhong Zhe was stunned for a moment, and realized that when he was flipping through the handbook, Cheng Ling was interrogating and extorting a confession. Now, he didn't want him to see this side of him.

Zhong Zhe turned to Cheng Ling's back and said, "I'm in the study."

The person who was striding away stretched out his hand to show that he knew.

Twenty minutes later, Cheng Ling appeared at the door of the study, in a white shirt and black trousers, as shiny as a freshly wiped knife.