Tong Hong stood with the microphone in her hands for a while, looking at the living room where the morning light was first soaked, the dark brown mahogany furniture, and the wall clocks on the wall.

It was dawn at 7:30, and it shouldn't be a dream.

She hung up the phone, walked back to the bedroom with deep and shallow feet, lifted the thin quilt and went to bed. Zong Bisheng also woke up and asked her with sleepy eyes: "Who?"

Tong Hong didn't say anything or lay down, but just grabbed the quilt and leaned against the bed and leaned against it.

Zong Bisheng didn't answer when he saw him. He thought it was irrelevant, so he closed his eyes and wanted to sleep for a while.

In a daze, I heard Tong Hong call him: "Lao Zong."

"Um?"

"Hanghang called."

"oh."

Zong Bisheng buried his face towards the pillow, and suddenly his back tightened.

Hangzhou? Zonghang?

He took a break and sat up: "Where did the man call? Where did he call now? Where is he called or pretended? What happened to him? Is the man okay?"

Tong Hong was stunned by the problem of being like a cannon, and after a long time he replied: "It's okay."

Oh my God, Zong Bisheng was really immersed by her lukewarm attitude, and he knew that he could not count on her at first sight.

Make a phone call, yes, there is a caller ID on the phone, and you can find the place! You have to check the source, check the surveillance, and check everything!

When Zong Bisheng lifted his quilt, he didn't even bother to wear his shoes and ran out barefoot.

Tong Hong still sat on the bed, pulled the quilt upwards, and murmured: "We Hanghang are still alive."

Not only is he alive, he listens to his tone more calm than before, but what he said is reasonable: if someone saves me, I have to repay him, right?

It's so good, she's her good child.

It's great, this day is coming again.

***

There was still no news of the drifting cave location ahead. Yi Sa was in great boredom and spent more than ten cigarette branches.

Shortly after dark, I heard the sound of cars entering the camp, and soon I heard people shouting that Ding Yudie was coming.

Very good. Although the person who came was a moth, some people talked to relieve their boredom, and they were better than nothing. Yi Sa was about to greet him, but someone came to pass the message, saying that Ding Panling asked her to go there.

I don't know what happened, Yi Sa went there suspiciously.

When he arrived at the door, he heard the sound coming from inside, and it seemed like Zong Hang in a vague way. Yi Sa was shocked and got in.

No, it was Ding Panling who had just finished listening to a voice on the computer. When he saw her coming in, Ding Panling called her to approach: "I just asked someone to call Ding Yudie, let him settle down and come here. You can listen to this first."

As he said that, pressed the replay key.

Yi Sa listened carefully.

It was Zong Hang's voice, which should have been recorded when Hukou Suo Jintang told Ding Panling and the others about the situation after returning safely.

"...Like a large spiral cylinder, people bumped and bumped inside, and their heads were dizzy. Later, they hit the ground and the bones were about to fall apart. I finally got up and saw Ding Yudie sitting next to him, like a wax figure, strangely terrifying, and Yi Sa..."

The voice stops here.

Ding Panling looked at Yi Sa: "The actual situation is that Ding Yudie is sitting next to you, and you are holding Zong Hang's legs, right?"

Yes, why do you keep tangling with this problem for two consecutive days?

Ding Panling smiled: "You will understand later..."

Before he finished speaking, Ding Yudie's excited voice came from outside: "Uncle Panling!"

Then he plunged in.

***

Seeing Yi Sa, Ding Yudie felt subtle envy, jealousy and hatred.

Zong Hang didn't lie, Yi Sa, Ding Ji and the others had already arrived, and he was actually the second tier and a substitute.

When Ding Yudie thought of this, she felt so sad.

Ding Panling didn't know the many curves in his intestines, and signaled him to sit down opposite the table, then pushed a blank piece of paper and a pen over.

What is this? Ding Yudie was puzzled and glanced at Yi Sa, and she looked inexplicably.

Ding Panling said: "Ding Yudie, you are drawing a computer now, which has a screen and a base."

As soon as these words were said, Ding Yudie was fine, Yi Sa's head thrust and his face changed.

Ding Yudieqi said: "Computer?"

I came all the way, but I was called to discuss the important matter before my butt was hot. The first thing I did was to draw a computer?

"Yes, if you ask you to draw, you can draw, I'm useful."

Ding Yudie swallowed his doubts and buried his head in painting: Fortunately, he is usually strict with himself and either does not do anything. Once he gets started, he dare not say that he is proficient, at least he is good at it.

That is why we can withstand any sudden and strange tests, and we will never be ambiguous when we look at them.

Just as he was about to hand in his homework, Ding Panling added: "A few more strokes were added. The computer opened his arms, grabbed a person, and swallowed it into the screen - without drawing the head, the head had been swallowed."

Ding Yudie said oh, the requirements were a bit complicated, but fortunately, it would be enough to have that meaning anyway.

After finishing the drawing, Ding Panling took the drawing paper aside and pushed Zhang Xin over: "Draw another one, someone turned his back to the computer, and the computer smiled at him."

"Smile?"

"Grieved smile."

It sounded strange and terrifying, like a computer, Ding Yudie muttered in her heart, but she still drew according to her words.

After finishing the painting, Ding Panling didn't even comment: "Okay, you're tired after taking the bus for a day. Go back early to rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Ding Yudie was puzzled, but she couldn't say anything, so she had to go out with a confused look on her face.

Waiting for him to leave, Ding Panling spread out the two paintings, put two more photos on it, and asked Yi Sa: "Does it look like it?"

That was a rock painting taken by Zong Hang's film machine in Jintang hole under the mouth of the pot.

I dare not say that it is exactly the same, but the brushwork is similar, the style of painting is similar, and even the expression of a grim smile is similar.

Ding Panling sighed: "In the corridor chiseled in ancient times, two incompatible paintings were found. If it were not for people with the previous round of civilization background, they would have to be latecomers."

"Who is it? I looked through the records. The last round of Jinshuo was 60 years ago. I was not born at that time. Uncle Hai Jin was just in his teens and it seemed that he could not have seen a computer. So in the end, I thought of you three."

"I asked Zong Hang first, and he admitted that he was not awake all the time and had been in a coma for a while."

"I asked you again, and I asked you to listen to Zong Hang's recordings. Do you think I'm paying attention to whether you are sitting or holding Zong Hang's legs. Actually, it's not. What I'm paying attention to is: One thing that is consistent among all kinds of statements is that Ding Yudie always sits like a wax figure."

"In the chaotic torrent, you told Zong Hang to hug Ding Yudie's legs tightly. He listened to you very much and would definitely hug him desperately, even if he fainted, he would not let go. As it turned out, when you fainted, you were still holding Zong Hang's legs. Why couldn't Zong Hang hug Ding Yudie? Ding Yudie could sit upside down instead?"

"This shows that Ding Yudie was once controlled to break free from Zong Hang. When you were both unconscious, you did something, and then came back to sit and waited for you to wake up."

"Those two paintings were painted by Ding Yudie."
Chapter completed!