Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu Xian's fingers holding the convenience book paused slightly when he heard this, and his eyes were detached from the contents of the notebook.

He turned his head to look at his brother's nervous little face that was so serious that it seemed that his third uncle had really entered some pyramid scheme, and couldn't help but shake his head with a dumb smile.

This idea is really a bit strange, but it is also very in line with my brother's babbling temperament and brain circuits that turn to the edge of the sky.

After laughing in his heart for a while, he watched the expression on his brother's face become more and more serious, as if it was really like their third uncle was abducted and trafficked.

couldn't help but have emotions flashing in his eyes, and he sympathized with his third uncle for two seconds.

Wu Ling was sitting on the pony at this time, thinking about the strange ideas in his mind with a serious face, and his little face was tense.

But even if he was very serious, his greedy little tongue still didn't forget to lick his pineapple Xiaoice Ling.

After Wu Ling wrinkled his nose and pondered for a while, he held Xiaoice Ling, took Wu Xian's arm and looked at the numbers in the note, and said seriously in his mouth:

"Brother, I think our third uncle is very likely to have been deceived by that fraud gang to Myanmar, and this thing is the Sherlock Holmes code he left."

Seeing that Wu Ling was getting more and more serious, as if he was going to Myanmar to rescue their third uncle, Wu Xian had no choice but to tap Wu Ling's forehead with his fingertips, and tactfully interrupted his strange

brain circuit: "Xiao Ling, your brain circuit is very good, and the idea is not bad, but I think that the old fox of our third uncle should not be so easy to deceive, so this idea still needs to be referenced."

Wu Ling, who had just been blocked by the strange idea of rising, blinked, and he heard the meaning of Wu Xian's words.

That's a good idea, don't think about it next time.

Wu Ling sniffed, pouted with Wu Xian's button, took a bite of the ice cream in his hand, and said in a somewhat sullen tone: "It's good."

Wu Xian saw his small appearance, rubbed his hair funny, and then fixed his gaze and fell back on the convenience note in front of him.

On this white paper, which is more than 20 centimeters long, there is only such a series of vague numbers on it, which looks very puzzling.

860527。

This string of numbers must not be guessed just by guessing, and Wu Xian has no clue at this time.

He twisted his fingers and squinted at the string of numbers, thinking to himself: "What kind of code or password is this string of numbers?"

Wu Xian thought of this, and recalled the passwords of the safes containing cultural relics in his third uncle in his memory, as well as the payment passwords of his cards, but none of them matched, and there was no idea at all.

The only clues now are the few remaining photos, and the fish-patterned bronze bird.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, it was not good for the two of them to stay at the rookie station for a long time.

After confirming that there was nothing left in the remaining pages of this convenience note, Wu Xian directly pulled out the iron ring on the outside of this note book, and then tore it hard, and neatly pushed the page with the number into the backpack.

Wu Ling, who was next to him, looked at his brother's extremely skillful movement into his pocket, silently licked a mouthful of ice cream, and sighed in his heart:

"Hey, life is not easy, my brother is a showman, digging a pit Third Uncle, where are you?"

Wu Xian didn't know what Wu Ling was thinking at this time, he put the paper in his backpack and stood up from the bench.

Then he pinched the upturned little hair on his brother's head with his hand, and said with a smile:

"Let's go, little gluttonous cat." "

Where are you going?" Wu Ling blinked curiously, but his movements were faster than his mouth, and he stood up with the small coat under his buttocks.

He stood up and stuffed the last bit of ice cream and egg rolls into his mouth, then glanced at the sky with a little sunset hanging above him, and asked a little indistinctly,

"Shall we

go back to the hotel so early?" "Don't go back to the hotel."

Wu Xian took the coat from him, grabbed his wrist with the other hand, and walked slowly forward with him, and replied gently:

"It's still early, I'll take you to visit the night market here, didn't you say that you want to eat sugar gourds, let's go see if there are any."

Wu Ling's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately approached Wu Xian and grabbed his two fingers: "Wow, wow, wow!" Wu

Slash saw his excited little appearance, even if he was in more mood, the corners of his mouth bent uncontrollably.

Because it was early at this time, after the two came out of the rookie station, they walked around outside for a while, and then went to the night market.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was 9:15 p.m.

At this time, it is in the deluxe twin room of the Regal Hotel.

Wu Xian was taking a bath in the bathroom of the hotel.

And Wu Ling, who had just finished taking a shower, was wrapping a small yellow towel around his head at this time, holding a small pillow in his arms, half-lying on the bed, and brushing a forum called Inventory of the Top Ten Spiritual and Strange Things in Lushi County with a serious face.

His upturned feet shook from time to time, and he looked like he was watching with relish.

A moment later.

There was a soft clicking sound in the hotel's bathroom, and Wu wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom with a bath towel.

The fine droplets of water slowly dripped down Wu Xie's jaw and fell onto the floor, making a very subtle sound.

However, at this time, Wu Ling, a 'Internet addict' teenager who was immersed in the temptation of mobile phones, did not notice it.

Wu Xian took a few steps forward, and when he raised his eyes, he saw his brother lying on the bed with a little buttocks, looking at his mobile phone with some interest, and he didn't even notice that he walked to the bed.

Wu Xian couldn't help but have some doubts and puzzlements in his heart: "What is this looking at? Why is it so serious? Is it a game guide again

?" He couldn't help but approach Wu Ling in his heart, and when he saw his feet up, he reached out and grabbed his ankles, and asked softly:

"What are you looking at?" so serious.

Wu Ling was immersed in the comments of netizens on his mobile phone, and it wasn't until Wu Xian held his foot that he realized that his brother had come out of the bathroom.

He shook his legs, looked at Wu Xian with bright eyes, and said in a crisp voice: "Brother, have you finished washing?"

Wu Xian let out a breath from his throat: "Hmm."

All his attention was now on the cold ankle in his hand.

It's early summer, but the wind is still a little cool at night.

Wu Ling's body is a little cold, and after being exposed to the wind, the temperature of his body will inevitably decrease.

It's just that he still has a big temperament, and sometimes he catches a cold by the wind, and he doesn't know how he caught a cold.

After feeling the temperature of the ankles in his hands, Wu Xian saw that the hair behind Wu Ling's ears was still slightly wet, and the crystal water droplets flowed down his neck to the red mole on his collarbone.

And his legs and toes don't know if they were frozen, or if they had just taken a shower, and the blood was somewhat circulated, and the skin in both places was red at this time.

Wu Xian frowned, he reached out and touched Wu Ling's thigh, after feeling the temperature on it.

His forehead jumped, and he directly pressed Wu Ling's upturned feet directly and the bed, and then pulled the quilt from the side and covered his half-exposed lower body.

even intimately tucked the corners of the quilt under his buttocks, almost wrapping Wu Ling's lower body into a ball.

Wu Ling, who was wrapped in confusion like a tumbler: "......"

He hugged his small mobile phone, blinked his eyes in confusion, and even the little derpy hair on the top of his head shook.

However, unlike the bewildered expression on his face, the expression on Wu Xian's face was somewhat serious.

He bent down slightly, reached out and pinched a strand of Wu Ling's hair that was still dripping, and asked in a helpless voice,

"Why don't you dry your hair?"

Wu Ling also reacted at this time, he looked at the helpless expression on his brother's face, a strange light flashed in his big eyes, as if there was a little trick in it, he coughed in his mouth, and said unjustifiably:

"Lazy."

When Wu Xian heard this reason, he suddenly choked in his throat, and the words he wanted to say were blocked in his mouth.

He looked down at his brother's face with a ghostly little expression, and always felt some bad premonitions.

Sure enough, the next second.

Wu Ling dragged the small quilt on his lap, puffed down a few times, and then rolled on his flexible side and turned over, his little head was smoothly pillowed on the thigh of Wu Xian sitting on the bed, and then said coquettishly:

"Brother, you help me wipe my hair~".