Tomb Raiders: After living in seclusion for a hundred years, my little brother invited me out!

Chapter 358
In less than a short while, Wu Xie really dug out a huge hole, almost as if he could stretch his hand through it.

"Old itch, it's okay."

Wu Xie was overjoyed, and hurriedly took the food handed over by Fatty Wang and stuffed it towards the hole.

Because the kettle is a little big, it can't be handed over at all.

"Old itching, you can eat first, the water will definitely not be drinkable."

The old itchy but hearty mouth said:

"It's okay, just take care of yourself."

After everyone had a short rest, Zhang Yang looked at the three of them and said:
"Let's look around first to see if there is any exit or something. Maybe we can survive the crisis."

Hearing Zhang Yang's words, everyone immediately cheered up.

Since Zhang Yang said he wanted it, there must be one.

At this time, the old tickle on the opposite side heard it, and said a little nervously:

"Big guy, if you see anything special, remember to notify me as soon as possible."

"understood."

Fatty Wang thought that Old Tick was concerned about the gold, silver and jewelry hidden here, so he responded impatiently.

Wu Xie was serious about looking around with a flashlight, and it was time to save his life, so he couldn't be careless.

Soon, everyone had almost finished checking, and sure enough, nothing was found.

"How is it? Old Wu, did you find anything?"

The old itch behind the stone seemed to have some anxious openings.

"What can there be in such a big fart place?"

Fatty Wang spoke very unhappily.

"Really not?"

There was a trace of suspicion in Lao Tiao's words.

"Really nothing."

Wu Xie responded this time.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Old Itching finally replied.

"Oh."

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he felt that there was something in his words.

It should be said that he seems to know what is here, so he keeps asking about the situation here.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt that things were not as simple as he imagined. He raised the flashlight in his hand and looked at the surrounding stone walls and said:

"Everyone, search carefully, there must be something inside."

"it is good."

Everyone listened to Zhang Yang, and started a carpet-like search again.

When Zhang Yang's flashlight shone on a stone wall, he discovered that there seemed to be something painted on it.

He quickly walked over and swept off the dust on the stone wall, since he found that someone had painted murals here.

"Come here, everyone, there's something here."

Zhang Yang called everyone over.

Everyone gathered over one after another, looking curiously at the stone wall.

"Mr. Zhang, what is this? Is it a mural left by the people of Snake Country?"

Wu Xie craned his neck curiously and looked over.

"No."

Zhang Yang shook his head as a signal, and wiped off all the dust on it.

When everyone saw clearly what was on the mural, they were all taken aback.

"How, how is this possible?"

Fatty Wang turned pale with fright.

Wu Xie was also speechless for a while.

"Mr. Zhang, this looks like the handwriting of modern people. You look at the plane and a few English letters."

Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand to signal.

These look like human graffiti, and they are not very professional.

Zhang Yang is also puzzled, how can there be things of modern people here, could it be that there are also people who have traveled here.

But thinking about it, it seems impossible.

If someone really crossed over, they wouldn't leave such boring things here.

"Mr. Zhang, did you see the mural extending down into the pile of rubble?"

Wu Xie gestured with his hand.

"Everyone go and have a look."

As Zhang Yang spoke, he strode over.

The others also walked over nervously.

"Wu Xie, hey, what did you find?"

At this time, the old itchy voice behind the stone seemed to be a little anxious.

"We found some strange murals."

Wu Xie responded casually.

"Murals? What frescoes? What's so strange?"

At this moment, the old itchy voice became more and more disturbed.

At that time, Wu Xie would have no time to care about the old itching behind the stones, because they had already started to move the gravel on the ground.

Soon, another piece of dark cloth was found under the gravel, which looked like a piece of clothing.

"rag?"

Fatty Wang stretched out his hand and pulled it off, but unexpectedly, a gloomy white bone was exposed.

"I am grass."

"It turned out to be a dead person."

Fatty Wang was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and threw the rag out of his hand with a look of disgust.

Zhang Yang was also taken aback, he didn't expect that there was a corpse buried here.

It seems that the graffiti on the wall is the masterpiece of this person.

"Mr. Zhang, this, this?"

Wu Xie was also terrified.

Zhang Yang didn't make a sound, but squatted down, moved the rest of the gravel away, and a white bone was exposed.

It seems that this person has been dead here for two or three years, and the flesh of his whole body has completely rotted away, leaving only a pile of white bones.

However, around the other party's neck was actually a talisman that touches Captain Jin.

Zhang Yang tore it off, looked at the material and texture, and found that it was undoubtedly a fake.

"Mr. Zhang, isn't this guy also here to fight?"

Fatty Wang spoke weakly.

"It should be about the same."

Zhang Yang opened his mouth lightly, and dropped the talisman in his hand directly on the body of the bone.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, do you see there is a backpack here?"

Out of the corner of Wu Xie's eye, he found a dilapidated military mountaineering backpack, which seemed to be the kind that the long-term inverted fighters carried with them.

The material of this thing is nylon, so it is particularly anti-corrosion and moisture-resistant. Although the color has faded, the backpack is still intact.

"Quick, naive, open it and see if there is any good backpack inside."

Fatty Wang rubbed his hands and said.

"Ah."

Wu Xie opened the backpack and found many good things inside.

What kind of Luoyang shovel, what kind of compass, what kind of gas mask, they really have everything that one expects to find.

What was even more gratifying was that a diary was found.

Because the diary is placed in the moisture-proof backpack, the contents inside can still be clearly seen at this time.

"Notebook, open it quickly and see what good things are written on it."

Fatty Wang couldn't wait to speak again.

"Don't worry, I'll take my time."

Wu Xie opened the notebook, and the first few pages were filled with a large account book with everything in it, and a string of phone numbers was attached.

For some reason, Wu Xie always felt that this phone number was somewhat familiar.

But I can't remember where I heard it before.

"Hey, naive, don't blot the ink, look at what's behind."

Fatty Wang reached out and turned the page.

(End of this chapter)