Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan stared intently at the instantly calm lake in front of him, and the sound of the flute still lingering in his ears, just when he was about to step over——

With a "click", the door was pushed open.

The night faded, and after the glaring white light, there was an elegantly and luxuriously furnished study room——Qing Huan turned her head and saw the building sign walking in.

Lou Zhao's expression seemed a little nervous, his gaze shifted from Qing Huan's face to the flute in his hand, and he frowned and asked, "Did you blow the flute just now?"

"Did you hear that?" In fact, Qing Huan only blew once.

Lou Zhao nodded: "Didn't you say you can't play this flute... But, what did you play just now, the tune is a bit strange..."

Strange tune... so he heard it too...

Qing Huan stood up abruptly, walked towards Lou Zhao, with a serious expression: "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Lou Zhao was a little puzzled.

"Go back to that scene."

"Did you find anything?" Lou Zhao was surprised—he just left for a while, did Qing Huan discover something important?

"I think it's no accident that those skeletons are concentrated there."

"What's that for?"

"Perhaps, there is their final burial place." There is no choice of burial place.

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When Qing Huan and Lou Zhao returned to the scene, the area had already been cordoned off, and the skeletons they saw in the morning had been cleaned up—those police officers were very efficient—but thinking about it, I suddenly found that Such a big corpse pit, fortunately, these corpses are "antiques" over a hundred years old, if they are new corpses, then they must have a big head, not to mention the pressure from above, the whole city of A is probably going to boil.But even if it is an ancient corpse, the news will not spread until the investigation is inconclusive and "safe" is confirmed.

Qing Huan crossed the warning lines and walked round and round around the big hole, keeping his eyes on the hole in the middle. Lou Zhao followed behind him, looking at Qing Huan's dignified face, but I don't know what he's thinking...

Suddenly Qing Huan jumped down from the top, and then made an even more surprising move. He lay directly on the bottom of the pit with a blank expression on his face, his eyes staring blankly at the top——

Lou Zhao was startled, and jumped down too, which frightened the bodyguards behind, but Lou Zhao didn't speak, so they just dared to stand by.Lou Zhao squatted beside Qing Huan, and asked softly, "Qing Huan, what are you doing?"

"I was wondering... what it would be like to lie down and look up..." Qing Huan glanced at him and said quietly.

Lou Zhao raised his head and glanced at the swaying sunset. He turned his head and said, "What are you thinking? I thought you were bewitched just now."

Qing Huan sat up, and said slowly: "We are on the ground, and they were buried underground, maybe they were looking up when they were lying on the ground, waiting eagerly for someone to let them see the light of day... "

"Your idea...is really special." Lou Zhao always felt that there was something wrong with Qing Huan.

"Did you know? This is not a flat land, but a lake."

Lou Zhao was a little surprised by Qing Huan's words: "Lake? How do you know this is a lake?" Even before that, this place was flat, let alone a lake, there was no water.

Qing Huan continued on her own: "The reason why those zombies were able to be wiped out was because someone led them to sink to the bottom of the lake, and then used the lake as a prison to seal them at the bottom of the lake. And this lake is isolated from the outside world, plus The bottom of the lake was full of resentment, and finally dried up slowly, covered by sand, and accumulated over time, it became what we see today."

"Then who is this person you are talking about? He can drive these zombies and destroy them, so he must be very powerful..."

Qing Huan shook her head lightly, with regret in her words: "No, he's not that powerful, because he paid for it with his own life. He led these zombies into the lake, and he sank to the bottom of the lake with them forever." Qing Huan Huan took out the jade flute.

Lou Zhao looked at the flute: "This flute..."

"This flute belongs to that person." Qing Huan changed the topic: "Lou Zhao, can you do me a favor?"

"What are you busy with?"

"Bring back his bones."

Lou Zhao looked at Qing Huan for a while, then nodded: "OK."

He will not refuse Qing Huan's request, or in other words, it is difficult for him to refuse Qing Huan's request.

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Lou Zhao's work efficiency is really nothing to say, that night, he asked someone to fetch the bones back.

"According to what you said, soaking the bones in rice vinegar will only make this pair red." Lou Zhao said to Qing Huan who had been sitting quietly on the chair, "Look, it's this pair, right?"

Qing Huan finally made a move. He stood up, walked to the long table, and looked at the white bones placed on the table—this pair of bones was more than 1.7 meters tall, and the skeleton was the size of a normal male skeleton.Qing Huan stretched out his hand and put it on the head of the white bone. He closed his eyes, and moved his hand down from the top of the skull, touching it slowly and carefully until he touched the mandible, and then stopped moving—his brain In the process, that face gradually took shape.

"Qing Huan... what are you doing?" Lou Zhao didn't feel anything strange about his stroking the skeleton, but was just curious about the reason why he did it—his action didn't seem to be touching a pair of bones, but rather that is a human body.

"I'm touching the bones... This person should be seventeen or eighteen years old when he died, and no more than 20 years old."

"You can figure out his age by touching it like this, but can you also figure out his appearance?" Lou Zhao half-jokingly asked.

"Why not?" Qing Huan withdrew her hand and said calmly, "Bring a pen and paper."

Lou Zhao was startled, and then realized that he was serious, so he asked someone to bring the pen and paper over to Qing Huan.

Qing Huan sat down beside the bone, and began to draw the face that appeared in his mind just now - his sketching skills are much better now, and a rough outline drawing can be drawn in just over ten minutes. Pass the painting to Lou Zhao: "The painting is finished."

Lou Zhao took it over and took a look, stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure you are not joking with me?" Because the one drawn on that picture...is clearly himself...no, it should be said that he is now face.Although the painting is relatively rough, the facial features are easy to recognize.

Qing Huan dropped the pen, and lazily said: "I was just joking with you, who made you ask so many questions."

Lou Zhao looked at him with a smile: "I just want to know more about your thoughts, if you find it annoying, you don't have to answer me."

"Don't dare," Qing Huan curled her lips: "I'm still staying under your roof."

The smile on Lou Zhao's face deepened, "Actually, you and I don't have to make such a clear distinction. Okay, are you hungry? I'll go downstairs and have someone cook you something to fill your stomach."

"Well, you can go." Qing Huan stretched, sat down on the chair, and said calmly.

When Lou Zhao went out, Qing Huan cast his eyes on the bone body again, and stared at it for a long time. He picked up the piece of paper that Lou Zhao put on the table at any time, looked at the face he drew on it, and sighed. Take a breath——

In fact, what he painted was real.