Tomb Raider Notes 8 Chapter 7

The party in the teahouse ended in blood.

After Pan Zi stabbed himself with a knife, the Lama's affairs were suspended.

Out of the teahouse, we got on Xiaohua's car, and I looked back anxiously at Pan Zi. Pan Zi saw my worry and said, "Little Third Master, you can't blame everyone for letting me go. This is not the style of the third master. "

My heart said, shit, Pan Zi, you lost half your life for my uncle, an old guy. I'm hitting you with a big ashtray so that you won't stop eating right away.

Seeing that I was silent, Xiu Xiu said, "There are rules in this road. You can't break them. Today, if Pan Zi doesn't play it by ear and gives himself a knife, the following people will definitely doubt it. Third Master has no reason not to blame Pan Zi. Even if Pan Zi dies there today, Third Master won't blink. "

Xiu Xiu's words really shocked me. Is his uncle really so rude?

Seeing that I was pale, Pan Zi immediately said to me, "Little Third Master, I told you that your life was not for others. If he doesn't do this, how can the following people convince him? " When I was with Third Master, I made a mistake. The lesson of Third Master's not blinking is that he stabbed himself twice. These are all things that Third Master must do. "

Pan Zi's face is very poor. He was once barely supported by excessive blood loss, but now he has basically reached the limit. We drove to Xiaohua's hotel and immediately called the doctor to give Pan Zi a blood transfusion. Settle everything down. It's almost twelve o'clock. I'm sitting alone in my room without turning on the light.

Recalling the past accidents, I was greeted by stuffy oil bottles and fat people. I didn't expect such a big thing to happen when I separated from them for the first time. Pan Zi's words gave me a feeling of being pulled. What is more terrible than ghosts and gods is the human heart. Anyway, I must take it with me.

Xiaohua didn't know when she came in and sat quietly in the chair next to me.

"Remember I told you that God is fair. I began to be a young family member when I was eight years old. I thought you didn't have to go through many of my experiences. It seems that I am too arbitrary. " Xiaohua didn't do anything for the first time, and quietly leaned back in the chair. "Wu Xie, in fact, you don't have to participate in many things. Some masks can't be taken off when they are worn. "

"Sometimes, the secret you have been pursuing is just a legend, and the answer you want is just one of countless versions of this legend."

"Xiaohua, do you know what is right?" Xiaohua's words made it impossible for me to remain silent. Many days of anxiety and helplessness made it impossible for me to remain calm and concentrate.

"Wu Xie, Mrs. Huo, they can't come back." Xiaohua said that and left without looking back.

I tried to stop him, but he made an unnecessary gesture to me.

Xiaohua has always puzzled me. In his bones, it seems that there are many things that ordinary people can't imagine. What kind of person is he with the same skill and extraordinary experience as a stuffy oil bottle?

The next thing, I didn't come forward again. Pan Zi and Xiaohua are in full swing. Quiet days make me more and more uneasy. I am eager to know the news of stuffy oil bottle and fat man. I know that the longer we wait, the less likely they are to survive.

These days, I have been thinking about the changes before and after the amnesia of stuffy oil bottle and what happened after I first came into contact with it. I suddenly remembered Ma Pan's father in the village. He appeared until I discovered the secret. I subjectively judged that he could not lie to me, but where is the unicorn on him? What about his meaningful eyes when he saw the stuffy oil bottle?

Why is there the same stockade? What does Aki's son have to do with this? What I saw that night was really just an illusion?

Countless mysteries make my headache worse and worse, and I don't know when I fell asleep.

"Little master, little master"

Countless people call me in my ear, and the feeling of deja vu makes me more confused.

Physical book, for you. . There is no integral. . . . I'm really sorry.