Chapter 95 – Rabbit Field – Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

Beanpole and I crouched in the corner, making small talk.

“Is that a tower?” Beanpole asked me, suddenly pointing to the northwest, which was about a few hundred meters away from us.

I nodded my head and said yes, and told bean sprout boy that it was the Baiyi Temple Pagoda, which should have been built in the Ming Dynasty if I remember correctly, and was rebuilt under the jurisdiction of the Lanzhou Museum.

Bean Sprout Boy sucked up the dry soy milk, biting on the straw and saying that the tower was pretty tall.

After saying this, he pointed to the passerby and said Look at that sister how? Really not afraid of freezing legs ah, wearing a skirt inside the fall pants are not wearing.

“Look, look, look, that sister is looking over! She’s looking at us!”

I ignored Beanpole.

In recent days have not slept much, I have been Yinchuan Lanzhou back and forth, is really sleepy, did not hear what the bean sprout boy said, slowly, I sat on the ground against the fence fell asleep.

It felt like I hadn’t slept long, but by the time I opened my eyes, the streetlights were on on Qingyang Road.

It’s nighttime.

I rubbed my face vigorously and asked Beanpole why he didn’t call me when I fell asleep and what time it was.

Bean sprout boy laughed: “Just now I see you sleep with the haram all flow out, how dare I call you ah, don’t worry, I did not sleep, has been staring, from the afternoon to now, this compound door are locked, no one in and out, when we two over the wall into?”

“I can’t believe it’s after 9:00 …..”

I opened my mouth to yawn, saw that there were still people on the road, and said I’d wait until after 11.

After squatting for another two hours, by the time it was eleven-thirty at night, the road was basically deserted, and if there was a car, it was the occasional one that drove past.

“Action.” I said as I got up.

I ended up almost falling just as I got up, and Beanpole was quick to hold me up.

Squatting for too long, my feet are numb.

The numbness was so bad I couldn’t even move, and it took me five or six minutes to slow down.

There was no one around at this point.

I put on my double layer of labor gloves, backed up a dozen meters and started to run, then stomped my foot on the fence and powered my hands up and tightened my grip on the wall.

I smiled after I felt the glass splinters sticking out of the wall.

It doesn’t hurt at all, okay.

I then peeled off the wall and tumbled into the yard.

The compound was dark and there were weeds all over my feet.

“Come on in, don’t dawdle,” I shouted over the wall in a lowered voice.

“Right away, hold on a second, someone’s coming.” Beanpole’s voice came from beyond the wall.

After five or six minutes.

“No one’s here, Peaks I’m coming.” Beanpole Boy scaled the wall?

“Come on, I’ll take you.”

“No, get out of the way.” Bean Sprout was shouting at me to back off as he crouched on the wall.

Beanpole jumped straight off the wall after I took two steps back.

In the dark, the two of us turned on our cell phones for illumination, then bent over and sneaked out into the yard.

This compound is quite a lot of houses, there are six or seven bungalows, the yard has grown weeds, there are a lot of iron cages stacked on top of each other piled up in the corners of the wall, I estimate that these iron cages are the former rabbit use.

In the darkness, Bean Sprout whispered, “Hey, Peak, it doesn’t look like someone lived here.”

I said I don’t know, squatting all day to come are here, how to go into the house to see.

Six or seven bungalows were locked, and the glass on the windows of individual rooms was gone, leaving only a window frame, so that a person could step on the window sill and burrow right in.

We both dug in one by one.

The room smelled of mold and was full of broken furniture with spider webs.

However, upon finding the fourth bungalow, I realized something was wrong.

The previous bungalows were in a state of disrepair and didn’t even have windows, but this fourth bungalow is the only one with new windows and I see the locks are new too.

Confirming that no one was in the house, Beanpole wrapped his hands in workman’s gloves and snapped, smashing the window with a single punch, scattering broken glass everywhere.

“Get in there.” He dug in first, followed by me.