[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

Since the words of Poker Bottle came out, every minute of the whole morning seemed like a year to me.

When I sat on the rattan chair and looked at the account books that I have been in contact with almost every day for these years, but found that I couldn't concentrate on those numbers and regular script at all, I still couldn't help laughing at myself: Even if it is stable now Sitting on the seat of the Buddha of the Wu Family, no matter how flattering or humiliating I may be in the eyes of outsiders, Boyouping can still easily shake my mood like it was seven years ago.

In fact, that feeling is a bit like the impatience and anticipation of waiting for the bell to ring after class when I was a child so that I could go to a small street store to buy snacks.This is really incredible to me now, and it gives me a sense of freshness and uncertainty.But it doesn't make me hate it, instead there is a feeling of joy clamoring to disturb my senses and beliefs.

After finally surviving until noon, I left Wang Meng, who had been having fun, to take care of his sick fiancée, and had lunch with Poker Fing at the last seat outside the building.

Driving out from Gushan Road, Poker Face sat in the passenger seat and began to give directions: "Turn right."

I obediently turned on the turn signal and turned onto Beishan Road.

Feeling a little confused, I said:

"Brother, just say the name of the place, I know Hangzhou well, so you don't need to go into such details."

Poker Bottle shook his head slightly, and said:

"It's okay, it's not far." He continued to direct.

If it's not far from my heart, then I'm more familiar with this neighborhood, where will Poker Bottle take me?

But I didn't want him to notice that I was impatient, it would seem too unsteady.So I can only speculate secretly while putting the car in gear and let the car speed up as much as possible.

In my impression, the scope of Pokerfing's activities is the place where all the major tombs gather across the country, but although there are celebrity tombs on the edge of Hangzhou, such as Su Xiaoxiao and his ilk, they are all clothes tombs and have no real value.Judging from his background, he should also be active in the north all year round, but for some reason he is very familiar with Hangzhou.It’s been seven years, and I’m not familiar with some places and paths, but he seemed to have lived here before. He took me through several intersections, turned at Geling Road, and squeezed into a road that I never paid attention to. alley.

Although it was noon and the winter sun was drizzling outside, the path was barren, dark and deserted.

I am very familiar with the West Lake District, but I believe everyone has experienced such a thing: Even within a few kilometers near your home, there will always be a small area that you can’t name, or there will be a small road or alley that you go to every day. I pass by it when I get off work or go to school, but I never go in and check it out.

This is how I feel now, and this small road is not far from the simple and simple apartment I rented for business convenience seven years ago, only ten minutes away.

It was a one-way street, not wide, and the terrain was very high. Through the dense greenery on both sides, a little bit of the hustle and bustle of a big city could be heard.Poker bottle asked me to drive in, and finally stopped in front of a row of red-roofed, earth-colored bungalows.

The door is made of the old version of aluminum alloy, and the inside is a whole piece of iron plate with two locks.But what is even more frightening is that these ordinary houses look ordinary from a distance, but upon entering, one finds that there are no windows, not even ventilation holes.

As an architectural professional, this situation seemed unbelievable to me. I stepped forward and touched the earthen wall, and it turned out to be a solid reinforced concrete structure. For some reason, it was designed at a certain angle and it was extremely strong.I guess there must be a large area of ​​underground engineering nearby, and the air inlet is probably hidden in the nearby grass.

I feel that my life has suddenly changed from the underworld to the underground 007, and I feel a little uncomfortable all of a sudden.

Could this be the former residence of Poker-Face?So it's so close to me?I was looking for him in poor mountains and mountains, and during that time, he lay dead a few kilometers away from me every night?This is not scientific.

Porky Bottle stepped forward and looked around.I thought he was going to magically take out the key, but he just took a step forward, stretched out his two fingers and easily pinched off the metal bar near the iron lock, and then stomped his foot on the side of the door, and the door was completely dented, and he With a very easy mention, the unlucky big iron door was removed by him.

I was dumbfounded by the side.

It's not because Poker Bottle is quick to dismantle the door -- any armed policeman can remove the security door of your house in 5 minutes -- but because: This is a fucking housebreaking? !Although it's not like I haven't broken through, could it be that the gift I gave me was hidden in someone else's house?

Then I immediately saw something was wrong: there was no wind.

It stands to reason that this kind of semi-enclosed building will inevitably exchange air when a big hole is opened, so there must be wind, but I didn't even shake the corner of my clothes.

I was a little puzzled, so I turned my head to look at Poyou Ping, and found that he was staring at me inexplicably, with a strange expression on his face, I don't know what he was thinking.

My curiosity started to haunt me again, so I raised my feet and walked into the darkness, but was pulled back by Poker Bottle, and he went first.

Just two steps into the house, there is a right-angle turn. After turning the corner, the first thing you see is a sealed door of unknown material.

I wondered more and more whether I was still in the West Lake District of Hangzhou City—all this was too similar to the tombstone in front of the main tomb during the Inverted Dou. Brother Douyi also lived in such a professional place in Dou Shang?

The place is very dark, but Pokerfing's night vision ability is very good. He stepped forward and used his right hand to touch a certain part of the door, only to hear a "beep", and a square area lit up on the door in front of him. A very advanced box combination lock.

As soon as Poker-Face pressed the password very quickly, I saw that the last two digits seemed to be 8 and 7, and then there was another "clang" sound, and the door slid slowly and retreated into the walls on both sides.

The air inside was exchanging rapidly, bringing up a very dull, dusty smell.

When we walked in, the Pork Oil Bottle activated some mechanism, and the light came on at once, and there was the sound of mechanical mechanisms starting up next to our ears.

The inside is a suite-style structure. It can be seen that the doors of the bedroom and the kitchen are closed, but the strange thing is that the space is not large. There are stairs leading to the basement on the left side of the small hall.

Poker Bottle didn't check around, probably because he didn't find anything unusual since entering the door.

"I'll go down first, you wait for me for a while."

I nodded obediently, watched his figure disappear in the darkness of the ground, and turned my head to explore the surroundings.

——The house is empty.

It's the only word I can think of.

After listening carefully, I found that the sound insulation in the basement is very good, and I don't know what Boyoufeng is tossing about, and it may not be able to get up for the time being.

Feeling a bit bored, I went to open the door of the kitchen and found that it was empty, not even a stove and refrigerator, which was quite in line with his living habits - I didn't see him enter the kitchen during the two days I lived in my house.

I was a little disappointed, and then began to hesitate whether to break into Pokerfing's previous "boudoir".

My sensibility will always triumph over reason in his matters.

After hesitating for 3 seconds, I pushed open the door of his bedroom.

The room is small and there is no ceiling light.By the light of the hall lamp, I saw that there was only a desk and a bed in the room. The bed was made of simple wooden boards, which looked very dangerous. The only person who could sleep on this bed was Xiaolong, except Poker. female.There was no mattress on the bed, and there was only a thin quilt. I looked like my waist was sore, my butt hurt, and my whole body was cold.The quilt was already moldy, but it was folded squarely and placed against the wall. It could be seen that the owner was a careful and self-disciplined person.

I fumbled around his bed, but found nothing special, and the bed was empty, so I had to shift my target to look at the table next to the bed.

It was also an old-fashioned writing desk. There was a small desk lamp on the desk. I snapped the switch, and it turned on tenaciously.

——There was nothing on the table, and there was a pocket-sized iron bucket in the corner, which was filled with aged black ash.The information about the ultimate has too much influence on the human world. I had expected that Poker Bottle would burn the information I had spent my entire life collecting before entering the door, so I was not too disappointed.

Like many old-fashioned desks, there is also a piece of glass pressed on this desk. When I looked down, I saw a photo pressed in the center of the glass.

I am very familiar with that photo, too familiar, because it was stuffed into Poker Bottle by me back then.

The background of the photo is the familiar Changbai Mountain, on which there are three people standing shoulder to shoulder: the fat man back then was younger and more energetic than now, and he was smiling so much that his small mung bean eyes could not be seen, and the fat on his face Seems to be shaking.He put his left hand on Poker Face's shoulder, hooking his neck to this side.Poker bottle is obviously out of state, his eyes are not looking at the camera, he is looking somewhere outside the photo.The fat man's right hand hugged me fiercely, and my left hand was also on his shoulder, and I just made a "V" gesture next to Poker Face's face, smiling brightly, completely ignorant of the years to come. There will be something waiting for me, just laughing, as if I am happy about something foolishly, it is indeed as innocent as the fat man said.

I felt my nose sore, took out the wallet from the interlayer of the windbreaker, and opened it.

In the album folder, there is an identical photo.

The only difference is that the Poker bottle's one is well preserved, while mine got burrs earlier.

After Poker Ping left, I searched through my notes and photo albums on my phone, but I didn’t find any other images about Poker Ping except for that photo, except for this photo on the road to Yunding Tiangong that made Chen Pi Ah Si A group photo taken with the help of my subordinates.I was afraid of losing it, so I went to color print a few copies, but the clarity is not as good as the original.Since then, I have been keeping this photo very carefully, and I was not willing to take it with me when I was in the fight, for fear of losing it, because it is the only thing that can store my memories.

But I didn't expect that the photo that Poker-Face reluctantly accepted back then, which I once thought he had thrown into a bucket as burning material, would be so treasured by him.

Pokerfing is usually silent, no one knows what he is thinking all the time, and what he really cares about.

This is the best way for him to hide his weakness, but I just feel inexplicably distressed: just because he is Zhang Qiling, he has his own destiny, so even if he likes Audio-Technica in his heart, he can never say it out, but just To be able to guard and cherish silently on the side, until the danger ahead is no longer something I can bear, stand up and refuse coldly, stop our steps, and leave alone, even if I don't want to part with it.

I stared blankly at the photo, and suddenly couldn't bear to think about it.

I forced myself to look away, to see if there was anything I was missing.

Then, I saw a letter.

It is crookedly pressed under the glass on the right hand side, and it can be seen that it was thrown there very casually, without the careful and cautious habits of the original owner.

I removed a corner of the glass and took out the letter. It was written in a very handsome font: "The most black blind man turns to Wu Xie."

This is... for me?

Something broke out in my heart, and I felt my breathing quicken: Why did you give it to me?Why...just for me?

I know that I might be thinking wrong, but I can’t open this letter on the spot and read it right away. The Poker Bottle will come up soon. He doesn’t necessarily want me to read this letter that was obviously written by him seven years ago, so I quickly took a deep breath. He took a deep breath and hid the letter in the long pocket of the windbreaker.

The current state is no longer suitable for continued prying, so I turned off the light and exited, and closed the bedroom door tightly.He walked to the side and leaned against the wall pretending to continue to wait for the bottle of oil, and then suddenly realized that he was a little guilty, so he simply took out his mobile phone and played TempleRun2 to stabilize his emotions.

About when the distance in the game reached 8742, Poker Bottle jumped up from the basement like a wild cat lightly and swiftly. The black shadow made my hands tremble in fright, and the character in the game hit a tree GAME OVER.

Poker bottle patted the ashes on his clothes, and gave me a strange look, probably because he felt that I was not as curious as before, but calmed down, so I was a little unable to adapt.

I was sweating secretly, thinking how would you know, without anyone noticing, your personal privacy was peeped by me, Wu Xiaofo.

"Brother, what are you going to give me?"

"Come with me, watch your step."

After speaking, he led me down the stairs.It was pitch black in front of me, but I could slightly feel that I was in a relatively large and vast space.

The "pop" light came on, and the high-wattage incandescent lamp illuminated the surroundings brightly.

I squinted my eyes and looked over, and there were six bookshelves embedded in the walls on both sides, with dozens of ancient books on them.

Produced by Poker Bottle, it is definitely a good product.

I took two quick steps and approached, raising my hand to open a book, but was stopped by Poker Bottle.He signaled me to watch his action, then walked to the left wall, and hit the wall three palms away from the first bookshelf.

Immediately after the sound of the mechanism sounded, I watched the bookshelf slowly turn over, and it automatically changed to another side.

All kinds of bright wares shone dimly before my eyes. As far as I could see, they ranged from the ancient and simple Taotie bronze tripods of the Western Zhou Dynasty to the glazed porcelain of official kilns from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

I guess if the fat man was there, his eyes must have turned into two "￥".But I know that if the things here can find their next home smoothly, it will definitely be a fortune that cannot be calculated at all. I see that Poker Ping Xiadou never holds a clear weapon, and I always think that he can't even get a red ticket in his pocket. When he came out, who knew that he was listless, but he was incomparably rich.

I came to the second shelf, which was full of brushes and inkstones and famous inkstones. After a rough look, there were no fewer than a hundred. I even found the Sizhou stone inkstones that were only qualified to be used by Kangxi back then. Wei, now I can't even look back, I can't move at all.

I swallowed silently, turned my gaze to Poker Bottle, only to find that he was already standing behind me, observing me for a long time, with a faint smile in his eyes.

My face became hot all of a sudden, so I had no choice but to divert my attention: "Little...brother, where do you... all come from?"

Sure enough, the people in the panic said all stupid things, where else could they come from?Doo-ri!As soon as I finished speaking, I wanted to slap myself.Luckily, Pokerfing was quite self-effacing and took my words: "When you and Fatty got involved, it was already at the stage of collecting the net. All the clues have been gathered, pointing to a few special forces."

"The year before I came to look for it, I went back to Queen Mother Xi's meteorite and retrieved most of my memories."

I was startled, couldn't help feeling a little scared, Poker-Face didn't care, and continued to speak in a steady tone: "I recalled that before fighting alone, I used to bring out a large number of relatively high-quality artifacts a few times. Give it to the Zhang family. Later, I lost my memory and was forgotten in various places. I gathered it, thought about it, and decided to give it to you."

I was startled and shook my head immediately:

"Brother, this won't work. I can find you another house, sell it for you, and get bonuses in layers, but I won't accept what you give me."

After a pause, I was afraid that he would go his own way, so I continued:

"Brother, think about it, if we solve the ultimate problem, then you will have a good life as an ordinary person. There is no need for money in today's society. Housing prices in Hangzhou are so expensive. Although you don't have to worry, I will definitely support you. But it’s a good thing to have some money for yourself. What’s more, you can leave some fixed assets for future generations..."

"I shall have no offspring."

Poker Bottle interrupted me, his voice became obviously colder, and he said:

"I don't care about the value of these things. I want to give them to you. It has special meaning."

I froze for a moment, what special meaning did I think?You old man can't talk and always only speak half of it.

Before I had time to ask, Poker-Face turned around and opened a cassette on the first bookshelf, and handed it to me.

I froze again, feeling that today's surprise was a bit too much, my head froze, so I opened the lid blankly.

Inside is an enlarged version of the hexagonal copper bell. The outer shell is no longer black and green, but the golden light is shining brightly.

I was even more stunned.

I heard Zhang Haike mention this, it is the token of every generation of patriarchs, and it can restrain all illusions of copper bells.Note that it is restraint, not sobriety.In other words, there is no need to shake, just like passive BAFF blessing.However, generally only the patriarch's cronies have the right to see it, and the patriarch's close relatives keep it.

But it is precisely because I know its preciousness that I can't want it.

"Brother, this is your patriarch's token, what are you doing? This is not acceptable, I am not even from the Zhang family, let alone accept it..."

Halfway through my words, I was frightened by Pokerfing's cold eyes.

"The Zhang family? When I became the patriarch, I was only forced to make a deal. Now, everything is almost over, and the curse of Tishi is irreversible. If it succeeds, it will eventually self-destruct. If it fails, the world will perish. And die together."

I have never heard Poker-Face speak in such a cold tone. I feel cold air coming from my feet, but I don’t think it’s scary. I feel a little indescribable in my heart. I think it’s because I can’t help but feel distressed. .

"So I am the last Zhang Qiling of the Zhang family, and everything will end with me. And the Zhang family has no need to exist anymore."

If the patriarch of a family doesn't want the Zhang family to continue, then I think no matter how powerful the family was, its end is already doomed.

"This clan bell has the effect of dispelling evil and avoiding disasters. Its effects of exorcism and ultimate illusion can save the day. Your unicorn blood is not stable. This bell can save your life. You must accept it."

"What's more," Pokerfing moved his eyes to my face, and stared at me with an indescribable gaze: "Do you think that I will just give this to someone who is not important to me?"

In other words, I am the person who occupies a very important position in his heart?

Now I was really completely stupid on the spot.

……

On the way back, I was in a daze, and when I put the car in gear, my hand slipped.

By the time I finally got home and recovered, it was almost past dinner.I hurriedly ordered takeaway and took out a bottle of Martell and a bottle of boring oil from the treasure cabinet to deal with it.

Since Poker-Face said that sentence, he continued to be silent like a normal person, meeting his ceiling, making it seem like a casual conversation.

My heart was panicked and confused, and suddenly I remembered the letter in my pocket.

——I was pleasantly surprised, or in other words, too frightened just now, my mind froze all the time, and I forgot about it.

I watched TV with Poker Face for a while with my eyes fixed.After finally arriving at 09:30, Boyoufeng went back to his room, and Brother Zhu followed him in.

I stayed outside for a while, and it took me the most patience to watch the episode "I Love to Remember the Lyrics" to pretend, then hurried back to the room, and took out the letter made of cowhide from the windbreaker.

I carefully cut open the outer envelope, only to find that there was still a layer of envelopes inside.

There is no stamp, except for the words, it is just a piece of ordinary waterproof kraft paper, very simple, just like the person who wrote the letter, but the words on it are obviously much more serious than the outer layer, and it is written in a black pen: Wu Xie kisses me to be quiet Looking at these four words, I don't know why I want to sigh, because there is a heavy feeling in my heart, which makes me suffocate.

It seems that seven years ago, Poker-Face wrote this letter before he entered the door. He gave Black Eyes first, and asked him to hand it to me in person ten years later.And Black Eyes was afraid that this letter would be lost when he was fighting, so he simply hid it in the secret room, and planned to take it out and give it to me ten years later.

It turned out that this group of people had been lying to me seven years ago.

I cut open the envelope with a knife, and there was only a thin piece of letter paper inside.

Wu Xie:

I am sorry.

When you read this letter, I have disappeared through the bronze door.

everything is over.

Don't come to me again, no matter how strong I am this time, it is impossible to survive.

The agreement ten years ago, I'm sorry, I lied to you.

If you plan to live an ordinary life, stay in Hangzhou, Wu Erbai can protect you.

If you still want to find the answer to the puzzle, bring Guixi to the current person in charge of the Zhang family, and he will tell you everything.

From birth, I knew that my life could only be spent in meaningless struggle.During the Anti-Japanese War, I also tried to rebel against fate, but in the end it was unsuccessful.

All this has nothing to do with you.

I died in the end, and I died well, and it was the end I deserved.

So don't feel sorry for me, I'm just a passer-by in your life.

I have some inheritance, which I have robbed graves all my life, and finally belonged to my personal property.

Material wealth means nothing to me, but it should be different to you, and I will leave it all to you.

The blind man will tell you the address and agency information.

The password of the anti-theft lock is: 7483934562015687

God treats me well.

It is my blessing to meet you and Fatty in this life.

I can also imagine that when it's all over, you'll be fine.

I am at the end, and will be happy too.

Zhang Qiling's last pen

2005.8.6

It turned out that he had already thought of everything for me.

I imagine how I would feel when I knelt outside the bronze door and read this letter ten years later.

No, don't imagine.

I have experienced it now.

Heart like a knife.

I couldn't hold back my tears at all.

—I have never cried so much.

Analysis of the password in the must write

74839 I really don’t want to leave (brother’s inner monologue)

3456 Lovesickness is useless (everything is a foregone conclusion, Yin and Yang are separated from now on)

Ten years after 2015

687 Sorry

Let me explain here, the little brother knew that he would die seven years ago, and he couldn't let his feelings go.If it is reflected in the numbers, Wu Xie knows that it will only be more difficult ten years later.The little brother hopes that the less influence and memories he has on Wu Xie, the better.Because it is a must.It's hard to see each other again in this life.