Chapter 333: Ancient Building in Yinshan · Psychological Warfare (1)

This matter has a deep influence on him. When he goes hunting in the mountains, he always thinks of that army.
What is the purpose of them going into the mountains, what are they doing by the lake, what are those boxes, and where did they come from?
At that time, he had a hunch that this matter would inevitably be inquired later. But I did not expect that we came so late, and it took us nearly thirty years before we showed up.
I asked him the shape of the lake, he told me that the lake is long, like a machete. All around it are stones, some are very big, bigger than people, and some are similar to pebbles. The lake is still there, but the water level of the lake has dropped drastically due to climate changes. He went there once three years ago, and the lake is half as small as before.
I was lost in thought when I heard this. It is most likely to be the kind of iron block we found in the stuffy oil bottle house. If it is more than thirty boxes, and the whole box and the whole box are moved out, there will be a lot of them. What is the fragment of something.
Where did these things come from? Before fat people speculated under limited conditions, there is an ancient tomb in the Yangjiao Mountain, I hear now, I feel these things come from which lake?
Did they find a large piece of iron or something at the bottom of the lake, and then they broke it down and took it out piece by piece?
Impossible, so this thing is equivalent to scrap iron, and if so, it is impossible to use a shoe box as small as this.
I couldn't help but also get curious. I already agreed with the fat man's idea in my heart, so I had to take a look at Yangjiao Mountain anyway.
Daddy Panma also has a piece of iron, saying that it was picked up from the mountain, and he thinks the value is continuous. Obviously, after the team left, Daddy Panma must have done something.
This is the secret in his heart. The iron block, "the taste of the dead" is connected with danger. He must have experienced a thing that made him connect these three. In the memory of the dull oil bottle, the iron block is a very dangerous thing, and in the memory of Father Panma, the soldier who also served as a soldier also told him that the iron block is very dangerous.
I wondered how to let him speak, to say bad water, although I am relatively safe and self-serving, but they have been mixing with Panzi fat guy for a long time, and I can squeeze a little out if I squeeze. At this time, the only thing I can use is that my dad can't figure out who I am.
The trick is to make others think that you basically know it, so that in the form of the entire conversation, the query becomes a question.
After a moment of silence, there was a general statement in my head, and I asked again: "So, how did you find the iron nugget when you returned to the lake?"
This is completely my guess, because the iron nuggets were found from the mountain, it is unlikely to be other places, I gambled, anyway, I guessed that I did not lose.
Father Panma froze a moment, and I knew I was right, but he didn't continue to show anything except for that tiny stalemate, but looked at me.
I knew it was going to be a bit unexpected at this time, and I continued: "You can rest assured that I only need to know what happened at that time, and other things that I am not interested in."
Father Panma's face changed now, put down the pipe, and asked, "Who the are you?"
I was relieved in my heart and almost sweated. This last sentence is to continue to add to the success of the last guess, the taste of the dead, the danger of iron, and the stuffy oil bottle. I expected that my dad would keep his secret. There must be an accident. This accident must be very thrilling. It is possible that someone died. I could have asked him, "I'll just ask him about his death." But I don't know the end. How many people died, so I changed to a more secure method.
He who is guilty, unless he knows my background, is bound to show his feet.
When I said it was anti-guest, I immediately pretended to have an unpredictable expression-I often do this when bargaining with customers-lightly said: "You still don't have to ask, this whole thing you just have to do You can tell me.
As I said, I felt my pocket and grabbed a stack of money. This was the data fee that was originally prepared for Panma. I originally planned to give two or three hundred, but I put it in my pocket for visual effect. The stack was pulled out and placed in front of myself. "I know some things, but I do n’t know, so do n’t worry. Just tell the truth and you take your money. Nothing will happen after that, and no one will know what we said here."
Panma looked at me, revealing an uneasy look. I looked at him with a very calm but staring look, waiting for him to surrender or surrender.
"How do you know those things?" He asked me. "You told me to listen."
Tu, I scolded my heart that the old ghost was really stubborn, how to say it, his face was quiet, but his brain immediately turned wild.
That was the reaction within a second, and I almost said smoothly: "Don't you know that someone is following you?"
As soon as I said something, I hadn't tasted it, and I noticed that Panma's expression obviously loosened, and I heard a scream in my heart. My heart was bad, and I was exposed.
Panma looked at me and said, "Although I don't know who you are, I'm not always confused. You don't come to me when you go back. You don't know anything, and I won't tell you." Come to me.
I quickly responded, and said where he was found, was he sure that he felt no one was following him, or that the situation at that time could not be followed, thinking of how to remedy but found that there was no good way, and I was depressed.
His son came to open the door, which meant letting us go out. As soon as the door opened, the light was on. I was thinking about it, and suddenly I noticed that there was some slight jitter on my father ’s foot.
When I looked at my father, I found that he looked at me. Although the calm waves on his face could not be seen, the scary face was scary, obviously the person was in extreme tension.
I understood it in a moment, he was also wronging me!
I immediately transformed my upswing into a stretched motion, and then sat down again, saying in an irrefutable tone: "Don't be hard-mouthed, I will speak according to the facts, and I don't have much patience."
Panma looked at me, and his son also looked at me. I was so confident that I could feel that my expression at that time was really insidious.
For a long time, Panma finally lowered his head and gave his son a glance. His son said something to Agui. Agui was pulled out half-pulled, and his son came in and sat in Agui ’s In position, the door was closed again. Father Panma paid a very big salute to me, and when he lifted his head, he said, "No matter who you are, I hope you speak and count. If you want to count the old accounts, it will be all on my head, and everyone will kill me." Yes, several other people just helped me carry things. "