Tomb raiders forbidden area 51 district 0003 a piece of land

  Following Zhou Baihe's line of sight, I saw a group of people walking towards us from the street corner. They also saw us and their faces showed a hint of surprise.

  "Hurry up and find someone." Zhou Baihe supported Xiao Bo, hastily rushing towards the depths of Ghost City, without paying attention to that group of people.

  Seeing Zhou Baihe in such a hurry, he thought to himself that the person they were looking for must be very important, otherwise why would they come looking at midnight?

  I turned around and took a look at those people, then followed them up.

  In the ghost town, there were many people, and in a short while, those people could no longer be seen. Zhou Baihe supported Qin Bo as they walked to the end of the street, stopping at the last stall. The person with a pale face was huddled together, head lowered, making it impossible to discern his expression. However, there were no candles lit where he sat, which made the scene very eerie.

  Every small stall on the street had a small white candle lit in front of it, but this one didn't.

  As I stood there, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine, as if a cold wind had blown onto my back, and I involuntarily shrank my neck.

  Zhou Baihe crouched down and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to sell goods?"

  "Mm." A very soft and small voice came from the darkness. He moved his body slightly, then asked very carefully: "What goods do you want to see?"

  "What goods do you sell?" Zhou Baihe asked.

  "A map." He spoke quickly and in a low voice, as if he was afraid of something.

  Standing beside him, Qi Bao and Zhou Baihe both showed a hint of surprise in their eyes upon hearing it was a map. Zhou Baihe continued to ask, "May I ask what's the origin of this map?"

  He didn't say a word, took out the thing and put it in Zhou Baihe's hand. Zhou Baihe looked at the map on his hand, and his expression changed slightly.

  "Is there anything else?" Zhou Baihe continued to ask.

  He didn't answer Zhou Baihe's words, but asked: "Can you feel anything?"

  Zhou Baihe replied: "Cannot."

  "You're not the buyer." He said, putting away the stone and leaning motionless against the wall again.

  In such a situation, Zhou Baihe looked very helpless and didn't expect it to be so. It's too weird, the buyer has already confirmed the purchase, but the seller has conditions, is this goods still recognizing its owner?

  Just as I was in doubt, Zhou Baihe turned his head and said, "Xiao Jiu, take a look first."

  I couldn't refuse, nor could I resist, so I squatted down. The person handed me the map, and when my hand touched it, my head suddenly felt heavy. This map was like a very heavy iron block, icy cold, almost too much for me to hold on to.

  A strong and pungent smell was emitted from that map, making my nose feel somewhat uncomfortable for a moment.

  It was clear that my nearly falling movement just now did not escape the eyes of the three of them, I only saw him leaning against the wall with his back suddenly straightened up, and then he asked: "What's wrong?"

  All I can say is that it feels very heavy and serious.

  Just now, when Zhou Baihe took over the map, there was no abnormality, as if the map was like a piece of paper, very light. How did it become so heavy and sink in my hands, like a heavy iron block? I weighed it in my heart, about 10 kilograms or so.

  I originally thought it was not heavy, didn't use much force to catch it, but a great weight was produced, and for a moment I was crushed by the thing. That's what happened to me just now.

  He listened and asked in a low voice: "Can you tell what era this thing is from?"

  What is this thing? It's really got me stumped, I've never had any contact with antiques before and I don't know the first thing about them. Asking me to tell its history is like asking me to climb a mountain.

  But as soon as this idea flashed into my mind, my head suddenly sank, as if possessed by a demon, and I muttered to myself: "Sit south face north, emperor's position, end of Qin dynasty."

  He heard what I said and was silent for a second or two before saying: "It's really you, it's really you."

  I didn't understand what he said, I only saw Zhou Baihe staring at me with a puzzled expression. From his eyes, I could tell that this map was very strange.

  What makes me even more puzzled is that the sentence I just said, somehow surged into my mind, without any hint or knowledge basis, it's as if this thing has been sedimented in my mind for a long time and was picked out by something.

  Right after that, footsteps came from behind, followed by a burst of laughter.

  "It turned out to be Manager Zhou." A middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, then his gaze fell on me, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Looking at a familiar figure, I thought it was someone else, but it's actually Young Master Jiu."

  "Do you know me?" I was surprised at that time, a stranger, could actually call out my name.

  The man's gaze swept over me briefly, finally settling on the map in my hand. I immediately clutched the map tightly, afraid he would come over and snatch it.

  "Bai Sheng, you're not thinking of making a move on me, are you?" Zhou Baihe blocked my way, his face darkening, his voice cold.

  The man called Baishou Sheng, who was obviously the leader, narrowed his eyes slightly and shifted his gaze to Qiu Bai's body, with a hint of a smile: "Time is running out, I think for Xiaojuzi's sake, let's pretend we didn't see you."

  At this time, Shou Bo, who had been silent all along, spoke up: "You're no different."

  Bai Shou's expression changed greatly as soon as he heard the words. He looked at me one last time and said, "Young Master Jiu, we will meet again."

  He finished speaking and left with his men.

  After paying the money, we returned directly to our residence and saw Gao Dali rushing in hastily, shouting: "There is news about San Ye."

  "What? There's news about Grandfather." I got excited and tightly grasped the map in my hand.

  It's been a month since then, and finally there is news from grandfather.

  For a month now, I've been running out of the house every day after waking up, hoping to see grandpa sitting in the yard, but each time I'm disappointed.

  Qiu Bo, Zhou Baihe was also shocked when he heard this, his face filled with joy. Zhou Baihe asked: "Hurry up and say it."

  Gao Dali's expression was uncertain, and it wasn't until half a day later that he spoke up: "Tonight, I just received news from the pawnshop owner's assistant. He said someone had been asking about Young Master Jiu's name, and claimed to have information about Third Master..."

  "Where is he?" Zhou Baihe looked at Gao Dali's expression and asked directly.

  "This man is dead." Gao Dalu said with a heavy expression.

  It's not easy to hear news about Grandpa, but the news of that person's death has arrived. Is it really just a daydream to find Grandpa? I don't want them to be like that, hearing the news of someone's death and still being calm. I stood there with a disappointed face, motionless.

  "What did he leave behind?" Zhou Baihe's face was solemn, his eyes shook, and he asked.

  "San Ye's body is in Luoyang."

  Corpse?

  I was stunned, and the map I was holding tightly in my hand slipped out of my grasp and fell to the ground. At this moment, my entire brain was echoing with that powerful sentence: San Ye's body is in Luoyang?

  I thought grandfather would be fine, and I was overjoyed waiting for news, but in the blink of an eye, such a big change occurred.

  "What's going on?" asked Gao Dalu, staring at him with a puzzled expression.

  "That man was also from Luoyang. Following the address given by Third Master, he found Dian Dang Xuan and originally wanted to bring him to meet Young Master Jiu, but who knew that within two hours, that man died." Gao Dalu said with difficulty.

  "How did he die?"

  "He was killed." Gao Dalu replied matter-of-factly.

  I finally came to my senses and realized that what I had just heard was not an illusion. The world seemed to be spinning around me, and all my thoughts were in disarray. That grandfather who used to carry me on his shoulders and pat me with his hands, just left like that? Before he left, Grandpa even told me that when he came back, he would buy me my favorite braised pork feet, how could it suddenly become so sudden.

  "That person didn't have the ability to bring back Third Master's body, he only took a few photos. Also, that person brought a letter for Young Master Ninth."

  Kato Dali took out a few photos and a yellow envelope from the box and handed them over to me.

  Above was Grandfather's body lying quietly on the white bed, when I saw those few photos, I really couldn't bear it, holding Grandfather's photo and not caring how ugly my crying sounded, I collapsed to the ground and wailed loudly.

  Before I heard about Grandpa's accident, I had been calm and believed that Grandpa wouldn't die. However, after seeing these few photos, the emotions I had suppressed for a month finally couldn't hold on anymore.

  I don't know when it became bitter, I just feel empty inside, lost the most important person, and suddenly lost the color of life, the whole person is like a walking corpse.

  "Xiao Jiu, don't be like this. San Ye's skills are superb, and an ordinary tomb can't trap him. I suspect that San Ye was murdered, and someone secretly laid a black hand on him. Now the most important thing is to investigate why your grandfather died and how he died..." Zhou Baihe said in a low voice, his tone extremely cold, without any hint of sadness.

  I heard these few words and my eyes regained some color. I struggled to pick up the letter, and hastily opened it.

  Above is written in scribbled handwriting:

  "Xiao Jiu, when you open this letter, I may no longer be in this world. Don't be sad, do you still remember what I told you? Being sad is a man's weakest expression, what you need to do is follow the clues I left behind and continue on, unravel the mystery..."

  "I'm not selfish, you're still young, how can you do this, stay away from the mystery, and you'll be fine."

  "I once wanted to end this hectic life, which has been going on for over a decade. The devil that had been dormant in my heart was awakened again."

  "Xiao Jiu, don't go looking for answers... I'll never think of it... Hu Fu... Hu Fu..."

  The letter ended here, and when I turned it over, the back was filled with strange symbols, but there was a pattern to them. I thought this must be some sort of code, hinting at something.

  I silently shed tears and read Grandpa's letter several times, still unable to understand what Grandpa wanted to entrust me with.

  This letter is so confusing and doesn't make any sense at all. I couldn't find a single clue about what it's trying to say.

  "Third Master actually went to provoke that thing again." Zhou Baihe's face changed drastically, revealing a look of horror.

  "We all know in our hearts that Third Master went for us." Qiu Bo let out a sigh, his face a picture of suppressed calmness.

  Then, Shou Bo turned his head and looked at me, asking: "Xiao Jiu, I'll ask you again, is it still possible to turn back now?"

  Look back? Can look back?

  I want to go back to a month ago, can I? If I knew the cause of my grandfather's death and still did nothing about it, I would definitely have a guilty conscience.

  Grandpa didn't want me to stir up this trouble, but he also told me to follow the clues he left behind and keep going. However, I think Grandpa's letter has even more firmly determined my resolve.

  If someone killed my grandfather, I must make him go to prison and eat for free.

  "I'm going to find out the cause of grandfather's death." I raised my head, with determination in my eyes.

  Qiu Bo listened to my words, his whole body shook, walked in front of me, patted my shoulder with his hand, and had an unspeakable sadness in his expression, suppressing his emotions tightly, but the moistness at the corner of his eyes betrayed him.

  I think Shoubo and Grandpa's relationship must be very good, otherwise, how could Shoubo have such sadness.

  "Xiao Jiu, San Ye was my best brother when he was alive. If you don't mind, from now on, follow me." The pain in his expression couldn't be hidden, and the eyes that were all white were moist.

  "Alright, Shòu Bó."

  "I will have someone bring back Third Master's body so he can rest in peace."

  "Thank you, Old Man Qiu." I stood up, holding that letter and those few photos, but didn't bother with the map on the ground.

  After saying goodbye to them, I walked back to my room like a zombie. I remembered when I was young, my grandfather often told me stories and had a good temper, rarely getting angry, and even when he did get angry, he never hit me.

  A strong scene suddenly flashed through my mind, and I suddenly remembered something. I casually picked up a ballpoint pen and copied down the strange symbols on that letter.

  What do these numbers left by Grandpa mean? Is he trying to tell himself something? If so, then Grandpa's death might have some hidden circumstances, and he only wants to tell himself, not letting others know. The more I think about it, the more possible it seems. So, I put aside my depressed mood and squatted down beside the bed to decipher those messy numbers.

  For seven whole hours, until morning, I still couldn't fall asleep.

  Just as Gada was about to come in, I shouted loudly: "Temujin..."