Pingtan is a magical place, with many particularly old houses, all with black tiles and white walls, mottled. We came out of the hospital, and the fat man led the way, took a black motorcycle, and entered the old village one after another. The motorcycle master charges a lot, and the fat man feels it is very tricky and has been talking nonsense with the other party for a long time. The motorcycle master said that this has been taken special care of, and you want to take a taxi to try it. The taxi in our place has started to make meters and it has made headlines.

I wore slippers and walked into the village lazily. I could hear the sound of waves. The old houses here were very dense, and many of the old walls were built with stones. The contrast with the white walls and black tiles was very vivid. After watching them for a long time, I felt like I had entered the ink painting.

Half the village is on the flat ground, outside the beach, and half on the slope of the reef mountain. We walked up the steps of the village. The fat man looked at each door and the other. I began to cross the eaves to see the sea in the distance. Some terraces mixed between the village and the beach were dense vegetation everywhere, with blue sky and white clouds, and I was in a very comfortable mood.

The fat man asked me why I suddenly relaxed so much. I said that when I thought about this, it had nothing to do with the thing I had done for half my life, I relaxed. The past ten years were also considered feats, and I had no dissatisfaction.

The fat man said that you finally found a reason to forgive yourself. Cowardice is the greatest medicine in life. I scolded him and said, "What do you think of me?"

The fat man turned his head and lighted a cigarette to take a breath, and said to me: "That may not have nothing to do with your previous events. Do you know that Pingtan Island was not called Pingtan Island before. A long time ago, do you know what this island is called?"

"Haitan Island, also known as Lan Island." I looked at him and showed that your dog could spit out ivory.

The fat man said quietly: "Pingtan Island was formerly called Qilin Island."

I was stunned for a moment. The fat man took out his cell phone and called out a picture. It was a floor plan of Pingtan Island. "Look at what the island looks like? Do you see it often?"

I took the phone and took a look, and almost threw it away.

The entire plane of Pingtan Island is like a kirin, and it looks very similar to the tattoo on the body of the Muyou Bottle.

I rubbed my eyes and thought the fat man was lying to me. I looked at the watermark on the picture, which was the watermark of a special hydrological website. This is a satellite image, from the national website.

"A liar--" My mind went blank, and the fat man handed me a cigarette: "Now you know why your second uncle left him."

"Why?"

"You have always suspected that his tattoo was a map. Do you think it would be a map of the South China Sea? Is the territory of the underground river as large as the South China Sea? Is it managed by memory?" The fat man said seriously.

I lit a cigarette and took a breath to suppress my shock. I remember that the map of his tattoo had nothing to do with the South China Sea Kingdom, it was a pattern from another place.

The fat man continued: "They and his group entered the Xisha together back then. So, in addition to Qi Yu, the people who could take your third uncle into the underground territory of Luoyun Kingdom were also likely."

I squinted my eyes and the fat man hooked my shoulders: "My brother is in the mountains of Fujian and often doesn't come back all night. He either slept all over the village girls in the 18 villages around us, or what are he looking for?"

"What do you mean? You mean, what are you doing without us?" I asked.

The fat man shook his head: "That won't be. I think the biggest possibility is that when he was traveling in the mountains, he might have found some clues and remembered something. Let me give you an example, for example, when you walked halfway and saw a hair salon, you suddenly remembered that a girl slept a few days ago and didn't give her money. But you can't remember who it was. It's not a big deal, but you have to think about it carefully? After all, it's a heart disease."

I looked at the fat man's cell phone and thought to myself that there was no such coincidence. I just found a place to live in seclusion and found the place where the guy remembered back then.

But he has lived for so long, maybe he has memories everywhere. Moreover, the terrain of Pingtan Island is too amazing. Although it is not exactly consistent, the shape of the Kirin is almost the same. There are many exaggerated manifestations of tattoos. I have seen countless times. The outline in my memory is breathtakingly similar to this satellite image.

"Don't be nervous, don't forget one thing. Many of your preferences are designed according to Qi Yu. Think about it, did you just coincide with Qi Yu's habits when you chose Fujian? Think carefully, why did you have the idea of ​​coming to Fujian?"

I thought about it and said to the fat man with certainty: "It's because I love eating dicks.
Chapter completed!