Chapter 121 – Terrorist Call – The Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

Overnight back to Yinchuan, in addition to the long-distance fare, I gave the driver Lao Wang an extra thousand dollars, I asked him to keep it a secret from the outside world, can not tell anyone that they have seen me.

Running a long distance of a few hundred kilometers, and receiving such a generous reward, Lao Wang’s face was all smiles, and he patted his chest to ensure: “Don’t worry about you! I promise to keep my mouth shut.”

I thought I was going to go on with a dull life next, but I didn’t think ……

I was wrong.

Doing the math, nearly two months after leaving the ruined mining pits of Blackwater City, I received an unfamiliar phone call.

And it was Uncle Liao who called.

He asked me to meet as soon as possible, I said we no longer live in Zhongning Shapotou, in order to be safe, I set the meeting place here in Spider Lane, for fear that he could not find this place, I let the old man go to pick him up a ride.

I remember that day about 8:00 p.m. or so, Lao Wen rode a tricycle back, Liao Bo was not in the car, but Lao Wen came back to the car more than a large camouflage duffel bag.

“Quickly enter the house, this is not the place to talk.” Old Man looked around and hurriedly brought me me into the house.

I asked where the old man of letters was.

I asked you to pick up someone, they didn’t show up, why did you pull back a bag?

The old man put the camouflage bag on the ground floor of the house, whispered to me: “You are not letting me go to pick up well, that white-haired old man I saw, he said since the train to Yinchuan down to feel bad, always feel the road there are a pair of eyes from the back to look at me, but whenever suddenly turned his head to look at it, and there is nothing. The old man said just in case, people and goods to go.”

“Split the people and goods?”

I frowned at the camouflage bag on the floor.

After thinking about it, I said Old Man you go out first, it’s hard on the road.

Old Man knew better than to ask more questions.

After he went out I lifted my backpack and put it on the table, it didn’t feel too light, it had some weight to it.

Unzipping his backpack, the bag was stuffed with a rectangular foam insulated box with yellow tape wrapped around it.

At that moment, Xiao Xuan was carrying a bowl and curiously came over to look at it.

My hands are shaking a little from guessing that the foam box might be a replica of the Mythical Bird.

I’m desperate to see it.

Exactly artificial imitation, in the end, can not achieve the degree of ghostly workmanship, in order to fake the real.

Xiao Xuan put down her bowl to help me hold the foam box in place by pressing on it.

I got my scissors and, with excitement in my heart, broke through the tape layer by layer.

Taking off the lid of the foam box, the first thing that caught my eye was an opaque blue raincoat, with no idea what was wrapped under the thick raincoat.

“Is it that the wonderful bird made by Uncle Liao is afraid of getting wet?”

“It’s not right, it’s raining in the middle of the month, and it’s snowing underneath.”

Xiao Xuan picked up the rice and took a bite with a spoon and said, “It’s possible that it’s afraid of moisture, quick look at what’s inside.”

I didn’t say a word, suspiciously unraveling the raincover layer by layer.

“Clang!”

When she saw what was wrapped in the raincloth, Xiao Xuan’s hand shook and her rice bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

Xiao Xuan’s face went white! Her eyes were terrified as she kept backing away!

I took several steps back as well!

Almost pissed myself!

It’s not the wonderful bird in the foam box that Uncle Liao made!

It’s a live human hand!

Hearing the sound of the bowl breaking, Fish Wenbin busily ran over to check the situation.

Seeing my pale face and chattering teeth, Fish Wenbin curiously walked in and looked down at the open foam box.

“Whose is this?” He asked, turning his head as his face changed.

“No …… I don’t know …..” My whole body was bad and my speech was a little incoherent.

Fish immediately put a lid on it and told me not to panic and to get it straight.

Whose hand!

I’m scared to death fast! Panicked again and dialed Old Man’s cell phone number to get him over here fast.