Chapter 231

How did he take my things?

After the idea flashed in the long island snowflake's mind, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and took out the closest pocket.

The initialed agreement that Professor Li defended with his life and has killed and injured hundreds of people is contained in it.

The reaction speed of snowflake on Long Island was quite fast. After discovering that the grenade that should have exploded suddenly appeared in Fangyuan's hands, she realized that the initialed agreement was not safe.

The result -- her God congratulated her: child, your intuition is right. It was stolen by Fang Yuan.

At some times, Fang Yuan was always considerate and knew how to cooperate with girls. He shook his left hand: the initialed agreement was in his hand, with the good smell of Long Island snowflakes.

All the blood color on Long Island snowflake's face faded and became paler than paper. Her beautiful eyes also deformed with her distorted face. They looked so ugly, but with endless vicious hatred.

Fang Yuan didn't like being stared at by a good-looking woman. He smiled sorry and turned to the window on the wall: he wanted to see the secret room.

Generally speaking, there are always some surprising things in the old secret room - this is the experience that goats have wandered the Jianghu for decades, but Fang Yuan bought it with a few sincere flatteries.

"Ah, I killed you!"

Long island snowflake suddenly sent out a frightening scream, completely ignoring her kind and gentle oriental girl image, with her fingers twisted like a fierce ghost, and fiercely jumped around.

Fang Yuantou didn't look back, just slightly frowned and raised his legs to the window.

Long island snowflake's fingers were about to touch her shoulders, but the back collar was tight -- no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take another step forward. She suddenly turned back and saw a beast like face.

"Xiao Fang promised me that you can do whatever I want."

The beast grinned and showed his uneven white teeth. Hehe's grimacing. It's more frightening than his name.

"Let go of me, you bastard!"

Long island snowflake screamed and raised her hand and smashed it into the face.

She didn't know whether her fist had touched the beast's face, because when she raised her hand, it was like being hit hard by a big hammer under her ribs, making a crisp and clear sound of fracture. She was black in front of her eyes and had no strength.

If it was at ordinary times, Xia Xiaoyun would see this behind the scenes. For everyone's sake, she would stand up, pinch her waist with her left hand, pose as a big teapot, and let the beast let go of the snowflakes on Long Island.

Even if you kill her directly, don't tear people's clothes and laugh in front of everyone.

But until the beast tore all the clothes of Long Island snowflake, laughed wildly and put her on her shoulder. After stepping out, Xia Xiaoyun didn't move. She was still lying lazily on the sofa with a glass of red wine in her hand. She looked very petty.

Xiaoxia ignores the next tragic experience of Dongyang's sister. She is not angry that long island snowflake dared to wink at each other's husband and annoy her in front of her just now -- but because she already knows that this Oriental woman who looks very pure and sweet has killed at least nine people after she came to tahiko.

Xia Xiaoyun doesn't think how hateful she is if she just kills people, like Kunlun's knife cutting off the head of the wild cliff at the mountain pass: after all, long island snowflake came to tahiko to kill and rob things.

Like a man on a high Kang, she enjoys the fun of killing a man on a high Kang.

In short, those nine people died miserably.

Including a family of three local residents in tahiko. It is said that before his death, the male owner can still see his daughter with something on his body in his mouth.

What long island snowflake did in tahiko really has no reason to win Xia Xiaoyun's sympathy. So when the beast told Fang Yuan that if she caught the abnormal ghost woman, she would hand it over to him. She agreed with her hands.

Fang Yuan didn't think that there was anything wrong with the beast like destruction of snowflakes on Long Island. After all, people come out and have to pay them back one day. When he walked into the secret room, he forgot what the woman would end up with.

I saw the coffin, the female corpse in the coffin, and the embroidered shoe at the hand of the female corpse.

The shoes despised by Yamaguchi wild cliff and long island snowflake suddenly shrink the pupils of Fangyuan's eyes into a line.

It seems that ordinary shoes, like lonely young women who have been alone in an empty house for more than ten years and finally see men coming back, seem to glow with unspeakable enchanting charm after their eyes fall.

Otherwise, the right hand stretched out in the square won't tremble badly.

Now he knows that this temporary command post has existed for more than 70 years. No matter how tragic the situation was when the German army retreated, it seems to have nothing to do with China, which was also in the midst of war at that time, but how can there be an embroidered shoe here?

Because of his profession, and because he knows the goat who loves antiques, Fang Yuan has already trained a pair of "treasure detection" eyes. If he takes a thing at random, he can basically determine how long it has existed.

Therefore, at the moment of getting the embroidered shoes, Fang Yuan can feel the traces of historical precipitation from it: it must have a history of at least 100 years.

Yes, at least a hundred years, because its material, embroidery technology and even the unique historical flavor of that era can be accurately judged.

But this temporary command post has only a history of more than 70 years. The female corpses in the secret room and coffin should be "products" of the same period as the command post. How can there be something older than the main building?

This is just like, because a certain area needs to be developed and transformed, and the ancestral tombs must be relocated, someone found that the pottery of the Qing Dynasty appeared in the graves of the elderly buried last year, which was amazing and inexplicable.

With the battery and electric light left by the snowflake on Long Island, we can be sure that this embroidered shoe was not brought in by her or others in recent days.

Because of its unique rotten smell (the underground moisture in the disaster area and the corpse gas on the female corpse), it has been here for a long time.

But it did not attract the attention of Long Island snowflake and others. At most, it was just strange that it was thrown into the coffin like throwing garbage.

With these in mind, Fang Yuan slowly sat on the ground with his back against the coffin. All his spiritual thoughts were put on the embroidered shoes that shouldn't exist here.

It is a product older than the temporary command post, but it appears here strangely, so it can only show that it existed long before the command post was founded by the German army.

When the German army built a temporary command post, they found the existence of these things.

But I don't know why. Instead of moving these things, the German army cleverly built the entrance and exit in the wall, just like deliberately hiding this secret, until it was discovered by snowflake on Long Island and others.

As for these things, it is impossible to judge how many years they have existed. It would be good if the goat were there.

The old man is an expert in tomb raiding. He is absolutely the most authoritative to judge the age of objects in the tomb (according to the degree of decay absorbed by this embroidered shoe), but he is not here. It is estimated that he has returned to China with Han Bin.

In fact, it doesn't matter when the embroidered shoes were put here.

The important thing is, is this embroidered shoe the pair of shoes you asked for in summer (that is, it can unlock Chen Wanyue's double faced man, or more secrets)?

What does this shoe have to do with the dark world in Lop Nur that Fang Yuan doesn't want to recall?

If this shoe has nothing to do with the mysterious world, Fang Yuan won't believe it.

So the question comes again: what does the man who puts his shoes here have to do with the dark world?

Also, who is this still lifelike female corpse in the coffin?

"Square -- circle."

Just as Fang Yuan frowned and held the shoe, trying to find some mysterious connection from this series of questions, suddenly a slight but clear woman's voice sounded from the coffin behind him.

"Who?"

Fang Yuan's body trembled slightly. Just about to get up, he sat there and slowly closed his eyes. Every nerve on his body has been tightened, and all brain cells are in the most active and awake state.

As early as in the dark world of Lop Nur, when Fang Yuan took Katyusha to find Xia Xiaoyun, he once heard her call his name in such a tone (wandering soul).

But the person who called his name this time was by no means Xia Xiaoyun.

Because Xia Xiaoyun's tone of calling his name will never be so blunt (that is, the tone of foreigners speaking Chinese), and her voice does not have a little hoarseness of metal plates.

It's strange that Fang Yuan thought of Long Island snowflakes.

This should be the sound from the coffin, which is very much like the sound made by Long Island snowflakes when they are hysterical, but there is no deep-seated hatred, only a void that seems to exist.

Fang Yuan felt that he must have had an illusion.

Because it takes too much thought to consider the problem of embroidered shoes.

"Square -- circle."

Just when Fang Yuan took back his attention from those problems and tried his best to restore his peace of mind as soon as possible, the quiet sound that seemed to pass through hundreds of years of time and space sounded again from the coffin behind him.

He opened his eyes, stood up, slowly turned and looked into the coffin.

The female corpse dressed like a European Medieval Costume still lies quietly in a birch coffin, with her hands crossed on her lower abdomen, just like Fang Yuan when she first saw it.

But its eyes opened.

The eyes are flexible, as if filled with an invisible mist, and some invisible dark substances are looming in the mist.

Fang Yuan's face was calm and looked at each other with these eyes.

He suddenly found that these eyes were deep and beautiful, especially the dark matter covered by mist, more like thousands of subtle ghosts, calling him to follow -- go to the place with darker pupils and explore the beginning of life and the past.

Fang Yuan wants to blink to make sure he is right.

But no matter how hard he tried, his eyes couldn't blink. Instead, he slowly leaned over and slowly stuck his head down to the female corpse's cheek, just like when he was a child, he was used to sticking fan Yingying's face when he felt uneasy.

"Square?"

Just as the round cheek was about to stick to the female corpse's face, a girl's voice, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, suddenly sounded from the deepest part of his soul: "what are you doing!"

"Squeak -- squeak!"

The dark matter covered by mist in the female corpse's eyes made a slight scream and disappeared.

Fang Yuan looked up and saw Xia Xiaoyun.