I bypassed these antiques and went to the third floor through several access controls. Things on the first floor are not worth it. There is a safe on the second floor, and things are slightly better. Real good things are placed in the secret room on the third floor of Uncle San’s third floor when they are not opened. The access control on the third floor looks dilapidated, but they are actually made of tungsten steel. They are made of locks designed by the old locksmith found by Uncle San. The mechanisms are all inside the walls. Most people can’t open them unless they are bombarded with **.

The third floor is a large suite. Uncle San is a very enjoyable person but not exposed. He is not interested in many modern entertainment. All the mahogany items in this large suite are very expensive, but compared to these, I actually prefer soft sofas, so I know that since I have to live here for a long time, I must add something.

In fact, when I lived here last time, I had already discovered that Uncle San was actually quite hard-working. People like him who experienced too much and enjoyed too much when he was young, such as women, wealth, and status were no longer attractive to him. He looked at many things in his entire room, furniture, calligraphy and paintings, four treasures of the study, etc. In fact, if you open his drawer, you will find that almost all the drawers are empty and there are some thin dust.

This shows that these drawers have never been left without anything since they were bought from furniture.

No life.

A single old man, in addition to some things he had mentioned: books, tea cups, tea leaves, and many ancient books for decoration. The books are all real ancient books, but it can be seen that Uncle San has basically never read them. The most common ones he can find in his room are various expired newspapers.

This place was too big for him, and he didn't have that much content to fill all these drawers.

After I came back from Xisha, I thoroughly searched the place, so I knew where the things I was interested in were. Uncle San's investigation of the archaeological team's documents were basically useless, but I still planned to read them again, but it was not now.

I sat in front of his desk, and there was a desk lamp, an incense burner, a telephone and some paper and pen. It was exactly the same as before I left.

A little decent one is a computer, but it is a very old-fashioned computer. The monitor is only fifteen inches. Uncle San usually uses it to play card games and read some electronic books. He doesn't know how to use a computer, he only uses a mouse to do some simple operations. The system inside is also the Wind2000 that was originally installed. Without a network card, he cannot access the Internet at all.

I closed my eyes and wanted to feel whether I could fall asleep. Although I felt a little tired, maybe it was because of the intensive activities in the ground that made me get used to such high-intensity fatigue and I had no sleep at all.

I took out my cell phone and sent everyone a text message that I had arrived. Then I took a deep breath and suddenly didn't know what to do.

Is Uncle San like this every day, thinking about it behind this table?

No wonder he was so entangled. If he was so poor that he couldn't even pay the water bill, he might not have ended like this.

Humans are really a strange creature. Their most important purpose is to survive, but survival is often not the person's biggest trouble. When people meet all their needs, they often find an unsolvable trouble for themselves.

It is born with people who exist for troubles. Moreover, even if you figure this out, it is useless. There are always some troubles that people have to mess with even if they understand the truth, just like me now.

I touched my face and knew that I had to find something for myself during this period, otherwise I would be forced to death by various memories. Pan Zi is no longer here. Although I am not going to announce his death, without him, many things will not be as smooth as before.

There are also Sister Ya and Uncle Er, the former is someone I have to convince. If Uncle Er, I would better not meet him if I can meet him, because he is too smart and I will never hide it from him. It will take seven days to take off my mask. In order to deal with emergencies, I should have something to do.

I went to the toilet of my third uncle's house, shaved my beard, took a shower, and called a fellow in charge of the business, telling him that I didn't see the guests today and that I would sleep for a day. Then I climbed onto the bed, turned on the TV to watch cartoons, and kept seeing them asleep.

It was a difficult sleep. Various dreams made me wake up more than once. On several occasions, I felt like Pan Zi was covered in blood and standing beside me.

I didn't feel any fear, I just felt despair, and that kind of despair was devouring me all the time.
Chapter completed!