[Tomb Raiders Notes] Play to the depths, enter the venue by yourself

600 years of wind and rain have passed away, and when I look back, there is no one

"You agreed to keep me for 20 years, you are late"

The atmosphere froze immediately.

a long time,

Zhang Yan's face was blank, his lips parted tremblingly, but he didn't know how to speak.

After stagnating for a while, he calmed down and touched his still empty heart subconsciously. Without any excuse, he lowered his head and asked softly, "Sorry, I... what is the message I left at the beginning? What can I do now?"

"Zhang Yan" stretched out his hands, so calmly, "Try to recover the memory first."

Zhang Yan, who knew what he wanted to do, sighed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to come back..." But after all, he stretched out his hand and stuck it up. Zhang Yan just felt the memory coming in, and the originally quiet things in his mind immediately disappeared. It rang: "Incoming information detected..."

"Incoming in progress..."

"Part of the information has been erased by the transaction..."

"The rest of the information has been passed in..."

Discovering that the passed memory had been erased again, the two people who had been prepared for a long time were extremely calm at this moment. Zhang Yan was closing his eyes to digest the remaining knowledge and memory about the bronze tree here, and sighed at the same time, "I still have to rely on you to relay the information later. "

"Zhang Yan" also closed his eyes, and only responded lightly, and the two of them fell into silence immediately.

After a while, "Zhang Yan" saw Zhang Yan opened his eyes again, and immediately said bluntly, "You have been away for too long, and many things have lost their meaning. Now there are probably two left. The first is to strengthen the seal here. The main purpose of coming back is actually to fulfill the agreement. But as far as the two parties are concerned, you have amnesia, they are dead, and it is logically over."

He paused, "But I suggest you still go to Zhang's house, he is the one who really missed your appointment."

Zhang Yan was silent.

"Zhang Yan" continued in a straightforward manner: "After you left, he has been looking for you. He has a very keen sense and is aware of my existence. It was like this before they broke up, especially-special-difficult-tangle." When he said the last four words, he emphasized his tone, and his expression was slightly ugly, as if recalling some bad memories, but then he recovered Indifferent expression "I think you will come back in the first 20 years. There is no need to go out to deal with a nagging ghost. In the next ten years, I am not sure when you will come back, let alone go out to deal with him."

"That's why most of my energy was spent playing hide-and-seek with him. Otherwise, I could have lasted for decades, but it doesn't matter if you come back now or not."

After feeling relieved, he looked at Zhang Yan seriously, "But in all fairness, you owe him and the Zhang family an explanation."

Zhang Yan kept his head down and didn't make a sound. After struggling for a long time, he finally asked, "What's his name? I will go to Zhangjiazu's place to find someone."

The other "Zhang Yan" was silent for a while, his face was expressionless, "I don't know, you didn't keep this, I'm just a memory..." On "Just a paragraph", he especially emphasized the tone, and the meaning was obvious.

"Is there any relevant video that can be released?"

"Zhang Yan" patted the corpse cocoon in front of him blankly, and immediately an image of the background on the altar on the top of the bronze tree was projected. I saw a few men wearing black night clothes with strangely long fingers, offering sacrifices. Looking around on the stage, looking for something, although the leader had a smile on his face, and his mouth was not empty, he kept saying something to the air. Looking at the other party with deep eyes, he is actually very cautious.

Zhang Yan quietly looked at those very familiar and unfamiliar people in the video, something was about to come out, and then quickly returned to nothingness, his heart was just like being immersed in Coptis chinensis, bitter and embarrassing, feeling those strange emotions, Zhang Yan's voice was dry, " I forgot...so much that there is no trace of it..."

"Zhang Yan" looked at his depressed and decadent body lightly, pointed at himself, and pointed at the other party, his tone was still flat: "There are traces, it's on yourself, without those 100 years, you should still be like me now, If it weren't for the Zhang family and this familiar chatterbox, we would still be on the path of ruthlessness instead of the path of mortals."

Zhang Yan looked at the person who was actually comforting him, looked down at his open hand, and looked in a trance, "After all, I missed the time... A mistake will cause eternal hatred... Looking back, the old man is far away..."

Following Lao Tiao's questioning, Wu Xie finally discovered that his blood could dispel the Chi Gu, so he hurriedly used his blood to drive the Chi Gu away.

Just as the two started to climb a few steps again, Old Itchy suddenly grabbed Wu Xie's hand, told him to stop, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wait...wait a minute!"

Wu Xie looked back and found that his face was pale, his head was covered with cold sweat, and his expression was extremely uncomfortable. He felt a little bit in his heart, and quickly asked him what was going on. Old Itchy grabbed the rock with one hand and touched his back with the other, gritted his teeth and said in pain: " I don't know what happened, just now when I laughed, my back hurt like hell. It may be that when the rope broke just now, I hurt my shin a little bit. Show me why the pain is so severe, I have to use all my strength not on."

Wu Xie was a little nervous, could it be a broken bone?

Immediately, he stopped Lao Zhi from moving, and lifted the opponent's clothes, only to see that the third rib on Lao Zhi's back was bruised, even a little sunken.

Wu Xie pressed it smoothly, and the old itchy suddenly screamed like a pig, bowed his back, and almost knocked him down.

Wu Xiexin couldn't say it well. This injury doesn't look simple. It hurts like this when touched. Is it really broken?

Seeing that Old Itchy's face was twisted, and he was still thinking about hurrying up, Wu Xie hurriedly dragged him into a cave to rest, and at the same time, he thought in his heart that when he had enough rest, he would force Old Itchy to speak. Find out what it is above, and whether it is worth going.At the same time, they questioned what happened between him and Zhang Yan. Since Zhang Yanren didn't come back after such a big commotion just now, Wu Xie always felt that there was something wrong inside.If it doesn't work, I have to take Lao Itch down first, and then go to Zhang Yan when I come back. Anyway, Lao Itch is injured like this, and he is not his opponent in a quarrel. Just knock him unconscious with the handle of a gun and take him away.

Wu Xie was thinking about it, and found that Lao Tiao had already fallen asleep with his eyes closed, but he didn't seem to have slept deeply, so he subconsciously guessed that it might be a problem with the wound on his back.

After a while, Wu Xie saw Lao Tiao sleeping so soundly, and endless tiredness hit him. Although he forced himself not to sleep, he still fell asleep unknowingly.

In the secret room in the bronze tree, when Zhang Yan was still silent,

"Zhang Yan" suddenly lowered his head and looked at the translucent ground between the two of them, so indifferently, "The child you brought started to make trouble again."

Zhang Yan, who was still out of his mind, subconsciously got up and went to "I'll go and see", but was pulled back by "Zhang Yan" as soon as he moved.

"Zhang Yan" pointed to him at the translucent board on the ground where the image suddenly appeared, and said indifferently: "Calm down, use your brain more, or it will rust, and don't learn too much from Zhang Huaba in your subconscious. "

Zhang Yan was taken aback, Zhang Talking?But then his attention was diverted by the situation on Wu Xie's side that appeared in the mirror, and he saw that among the two sleeping in the picture, Lao Xie got up suddenly. He first took out two black sticks from his bag. One of the candles was lit in front of the sleeping Wu Xie, but he ate the other raw. Zhang Yan frowned suddenly, and flipped through the memory knowledge he had just acquired, "That seems to be made of candle dragon oil." Candles? Are there any more?”

"Zhang Yan", who had been expressionless all the time, was obviously unhappy, "Someone should have come to arrest me after I dissipated." He seemed to have thought of something, but he didn't say it.

Zhang Yan noticed that the other party hesitated to speak, and after thinking about it, he understood what the other party wanted to say, "It's nothing more than the information or things from the Zhang family or the Wang family."

"The Wang family?" "Zhang Yan" who heard a strange family was puzzled for a moment, but soon recovered his expressionless face, and stopped Zhang Yan who wanted to explain, "I don't listen, I don't want to know, it has nothing to do with me, my mission It's over, now I just want to watch a show"

Zhang Yan smiled helplessly, and the two continued to watch.

After eating a black candle, Old Itch took out the gun on Wu Xie's body, and as another candle ignited and evaporated, Old Itch suddenly changed into Zhang Yan's appearance, and the two who were watching looked up at each other. , and at the same time looked at the screen and frowned slightly, and said in unison, "He is really itchy."

The old itchy who had just become Zhang Yan sneezed inexplicably, but he seemed to really regard himself as Zhang Yan. After frowning, he sat cross-legged and waited for Wu Xie to wake up.

The two looked at the old itching for a while, then got up and dangled against their faces, and even poured some Wu Xie's blood, one had a colder temperament, and the other frowned, but in the end they still didn't Stop it, but continue to read it, as long as no one is killed, it can still survive

Watching plays is more important than portrait rights

It's worth it to trade a pot for a show

Just beat me up afterwards