"Postscript" Part 2

About the story of the novel: The earliest thing that happened was in Biaoziling, Changsha.

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, several tomb robbers stole the most important object in this book - the Warring States Period silk script - from the ancient tombs of the Warring States Period.

This is the story of Grandpa Wu Xie’s previous generation, Master Gou Wu, when he was young. At that time, there was no ranking in the world, and there were nine famous people in total - Chen Pi Ah Si, Gou Wu, Black Back Lao Liu, etc. The last among them was Jie Ah Jiu, who was Jie Lianlian's father.

There are also the so-called Tenth Master and Eleventh Master later on, and the scope of their recognition is very small. They are all sealed by themselves or their subordinates, and no one else knows about it outside. Some people say that Chen Pi Ah Si is over ninety now. Fifty years ago, he was over forty, but he was still not that old. If he was seventeen years old at that time, it would have taken ten years for him to become famous at a young age. At that time, he would only be twenty years old. Seventeen, how can he be ranked behind the nearly fifty-year-old Chen Pi Ah Si and become the fifth dog? If the arrangement continues like this, wouldn’t it be that Xie Xiaojiu was still wearing crotchless pants at that time? This is a bit unreasonable.

Anyone with some common sense knows that people in the world are not ranked by age, but by seniority and seniority, and these are all ranked by others.

Grandpa Wu Xie's dog is so tall, it shows how powerful his skills and courage were at that time, and people have to admire him.

The second story also happened in Biaoziling. That was the incident where Uncle Wu Xie stole the blood corpse tomb at night and intercepted the American Hu. It happened 20 to 30 years after the first story. This incident can be said to be a complete coincidence, and Uncle Wu Xie also learned from it. Knowing what happened when Grandpa Wu Xie and the others first robbed the Blood Corpse Tomb, during this adventure, the third uncle gained a certain amount of experience points and obtained a strange elixir.

Although this was just an episode, this incident can be said to be the cause of Xisha's subsequent incident.

The third story takes place off the coast of Xisha. This is the story of Uncle Wu Xie diving into the sand in the angry sea.

The appearance of Zhang Qiling forms the biggest mystery in this story. There are two versions in the story, one is the third uncle's deception version, and the other is the third uncle's candid version after experiencing the catastrophe.

The final truth is. In both versions, Uncle San deceived Wu Xie. Because there is still a huge secret in the third uncle's heart. And this secret is related to innocence.

The fourth story takes place in Qixing Lu Palace in Shandong. This is the first story in this work, and it is also Wu Xie’s first time going to the ground. After this experience, Wu Xie changed from a staunch atheist to a psychotic patient. Participating in this kind of criminal activity was really out of curiosity. In this story, Wu Xie and others finally escaped alive by relying on the oil bottle to turn the tide.

thus. The three previous stories have a chance to come together through this story.

Several clues such as silk books from the Warring States Period, the Xisha Incident, and the inexplicable elixir came together, and the whole story began to become extremely confusing.

The fifth story,

Return to Xisha. This time, Wu Xie himself entered Wang Zanghai's undersea tomb to look for his third uncle who disappeared in the tomb. At this time, the third uncle had obtained clues about the Tiangong from the undersea tomb and started the Yunding Tiangong project. Wu Xie and others were still like Entering the undersea tomb like a fool. This time, this game with Wang Zanghai, which was separated by thousands of years, ended up with Fatty Wang's unbending thinking. Let Wu Xie and others survive again.

In this story, the three forces in this work finally come together and the mystery begins to develop. Wu Xie and others pursue the truth. The third uncle, who has his own plans, and the overseas forces that have lingered in the previous stories started a face-to-face contest here for the first time. In the two main lines, the story develops along the script written by Wang Zanghai thousands of years ago, while the other one is temporarily interrupted.

The sixth story is about the Qinling Sacred Tree. This is the most criticized story—a story that editors think is the best and most literary, while readers think they don’t know what it means.

This story has little to do with the main plot. It just leads to the huge bronze monuments under the mountain and also improves the protagonist's abilities. In this story, Wu Xie independently leads his childhood friend with evil intentions. Go deep into the Qinling Mountains.

For Wu Xie, I sometimes think about this story. It's like a long dream, which feels unreal. The seventh story takes place in Changbai Mountain. The eternal Genting Palace. This is the most difficult adventure and the most painful article Wu Xie has written. People from all walks of life embark on the road to death with their own mysteries, the sky is full of white snow, and the painful trek in the narrow snowy area. There, Wu Xie and others found the ultimate secret that Wang Zanghai tried to leave to future generations a thousand years ago. However, this secret ends abruptly in front of the huge bronze door underground.

Zhang Qiling, who entered the giant underground door, seems to be the only person closest to this secret. The main plot of Wang Zanghai stops here, and the main plot of Iron Face begins again.

The eighth story is the story of Snake Swamp Ghost Town. The two stories spliced ​​together by clues run through the entire Snake Swamp Ghost Town story. The first one is the legend of Wang Zanghai. After Wu Xie sorted it out, he found that it was an excellent novel subject. Written in Gu Long's style, it must be a wonderful book. Wu Xie must write it out in his lifetime. The second is the iron-faced story that is slowly taking shape now. Now you can clearly see the origin of the story - the secret behind the giant bronze miracle in the mountains and the ghost town of Snake Swamp.

In history, two people who transcended their time had a glimpse of this secret: one was Tie Miansheng in the Warring States Period, and the other was Wang Zanghai in the early Ming Dynasty. Judging from the existing information, Wu Xie and others do not know whether there is a direct connection between them, but it can be seen that Tie Mian Sheng should have more abundant information. After all, his era is very close to the mythical era. . Judging from the pills in their tombs, the two people should have something in common. At the very least, both of them passed down their experiences in some form - Warring States silk books and snake-eyebrow bronze fish.

Wu Xie and others were pursuing these two clues and gradually unveiled this confusing veil. Regarding Wang Zanghai, Lu Palace, Golmud and Yunding Tiangong, it is another system that is very closely related to the ancient tombs of the Zhang family, and is related to the ancestors of the Zhang family. As for the story about Chen Pi Ah Si hanging upside down in the Mirror Palace to beat the Miao people, the number of words was only made up.

Regarding delaying manuscripts: As an author, the biggest external pain must be the contradiction between the pressure of the publishing cycle and the quality of your own writing. Especially when you are already very familiar with rushing to publish, you know that this is irreconcilable. of. but. As long as you face this pain long enough, you will find that it is not something unbearable. Really uncomfortable. After you have endured all this pain, you will still have to endure more incomprehension.

But I am still procrastinating as always. I'm a slow player. Especially in the later stages, the writing speed will become slower and slower.

It’s not because you don’t write, but because the further you write a long story, the more information ahead and the more you need to worry about. After you have written five books, the basic clues and puzzles in the front will become a mountain to weigh on you. on the body. It leaves you helpless and every step you take is extremely difficult.

In this case, many times, I can only choose a safe writing speed. However, I got a lot of flack for writing slowly. These insults accumulated book by book, slowly drowning out the cheers I could hear before, and slowly became mainstream.

I can't say it against my will. My heart has always been calm when faced with these words. Anyone faces so much criticism in the early days. They all doubt their own worth. "It turns out there are so many people who don't like me." You can imagine the frustration I felt at that time. "I have exhausted my talents" and "irresponsible", and countless accusations were flying all over the sky.

I only write for people who like me. I really wanted to say this at the time, but I couldn't. Slowly, my anxiety about this information began to take over. That year, I don’t know what method I used to slowly calm down my heart. I want to thank my friends. One of them has already become famous and has experienced all this. She told me. Writing is a kind of Zen practice. Writing is a process of staring into the heart.

I'm worried about losing everything I used to be. Doesn't exist. So, I lost something. It’s just something I don’t deserve.

I have not lost everything I had before writing, any more than a child picks ten apples from an apple tree and discovers that three of them are rotten. He should not be upset about losing three apples, but should see the other seven intact.

Language has some power. I slowly understood this truth myself: emotions are something that cannot be quantified. Sadness is sad, and happiness is happy. I write to find my original happiness. If I feel 100% sad because of a small loss, it is not worth it.

However, although I have my own frustration and persistence in delaying the manuscript, I still want to apologize to all my readers here. Five years of waiting seems like a small reincarnation in life. I apologize for all the pain you have suffered during this waiting. At the same time, I also hope that during the five years of waiting, this novel can become a memory.

Five years is a period of time in life that is neither long nor short. If a fat man can make so many people struggle for five years in their precious lives, this fat man will be considered to have fulfilled his merits. So even though it's painful, when I apologize, I also secretly feel happy.

Why do I like stories? Let’s talk about my life first. I was born in a small town in Zhejiang Province on February 20, 1982. I was born in the middle of the night. When I was born, neither the sky, the earth, nor the ocean had any reaction.

Thinking about it, I somewhat blame God, because even if there was thunder in the sky when I was born, I would have reason to think that I must be different from other people. Unfortunately, I can't go back.

I can only live my life as a truly ordinary person in this world. My family background is quite complicated. My grandma is from Taixing, Jiangsu Province, and she and my publisher are fellow villagers. My grandma is a boat girl, that is to say, she has no property. All her property is ninety-one small wooden boats. My grandfather died when my father was five years old. My father has a brother and a sister.

I don’t know the reason for my grandfather’s death, and neither does my father. I just vaguely know that my grandma should be regarded as my grandfather’s child bride. My grandma actually had many children, but she didn’t have enough to support them at the time. My father was the youngest, so he loved me very much. In the 1960s, due to famine, our boat set out from Taixing to Shanghai. On the Huangpu River, his boat sank after colliding with a large ship. My grandmother took her three children with her. They cried bitterly the moment they landed. The home they lived in was gone. Now that they are on land and looking at the vast Shanghai beach, all she can feel is the incomparable pain. Thanks to the party and the people, my grandma was resettled.

In my father's memory, there is a particularly peaceful and beautiful memory of old Shanghai. I calculated that if my father had not gone ashore at that time, he might not have gone to school. Maybe there won't be anything later. I don’t know why, but my father later left Shanghai and came to Zhejiang Province to work in this area near Shanghai. Then the "Cultural Revolution" began, and my father followed the railway soldiers into the Daxinganling branch. He spent his most precious youth in the Construction Corps. My mother was also one of the young people who went from the south to the north to support the border.

My mother was very beautiful. She was only sixteen years old at the time. Together with three other southern girls, she was known as the Four Golden Flowers of Daxinganling. Her father, who was the chief steward, chased her with the special white rice. At that time, they should have been quite a dazzling couple. In the Construction Corps, people are divided into factions based on region. Ningbo, Wenzhou, and Lishui all have their own small groups. During this period, conflicts continued. My father has been able to fight since he was a child, and You Yishou was very generous in his fighting skills.

My mother said there was almost no area on my father's body that was not scarred at that time. Because he could fight and was loyal, my father had prestige among all groups. Whenever there was a fight, no one would say anything as soon as my father showed up. Until after returning to the South, my father once escorted a boat of watermelons and encountered rioters robbing the watermelons. My father used a pole on the boat to knock dozens of rioters into the water. Although in the end they were outnumbered, they had to abandon the melons and leave. . But when I think about his glory at that time, I feel satisfied. In addition to the fact that my mother was astonishingly delicate and beautiful, the two of us were quite jealous at the time.

Said my mother. His family is even more interesting. My grandmother was the owner of a kiln in our hometown called Qian Kiln. Qian Kiln had a thousand kiln mouths and was the core production area at that time. At that time, my grandmother owned a large kiln in the local area and belonged to a very prestigious class. My grandfather escaped from the ranks of the Kuomintang. It was not until after the founding of New China that the two became a couple after being introduced.

There must be thousands of stories about my grandma and grandpa. At that time, my grandfather was born with supernatural powers. At 1.86 meters tall, he was like a giant in the society at that time. My grandma said she married my grandpa because she saw him lifting something that would take three people to lift.

Of course, it seems that there are many episodes in this marriage. When my grandpa passed away, I vaguely heard my grandma sadly telling my mother about my grandpa's previous love affairs in the mourning hall. I have seen photos of my parents from back then. My father was so handsome that it was impossible to look directly at him. And my mother now looks like a hibiscus. They are so beautiful and excellent. So much so that every time I look in the mirror, I feel how unfair the world is. So many good genes. When he arrived at my place, he acted so vulgarly.

My parents established a relationship in Daxinganling, and were later transferred to Daqing Oilfield, and then returned to the south. My father was the deputy food manager of the supply and marketing system at the time, and he had great power over supplies, so my family was doing pretty well. Then, on a night without any special features, I was born. After writing this, many people will find it interesting, and some people will find it boring, thinking that this is all what and what. Does it make sense to say this? It actually makes sense.

I want to tell you that my grandma, my grandparents, my father and mother are all very good storytellers. When I was born as the first child of two families, how did I spend my childhood in an era without television, movies, the Internet, or novels?

tell a story. I grew up under the watchful eye of a circle of storytellers. Folktales, war stories, fairy tales, my childhood was filled with them. Some stories sound very touching now, and I used many of them directly in "Tomb Raiders Notes".

I had determined at that time that all our initial pleasure could only come from stories. This is also the most basic reason why I became fascinated by stories, because I can 100% enjoy the fun that stories can convey. After that, my life can be described as "boring". I failed in all aspects. In today's terms, I can be called a loser. Some people say that when a person is born, God will always give him some talents so that he can help others. However, for a long time, I really felt that I had no special abilities. In my circle of friends, there is always this phenomenon: students with good grades are generally not good at sports; students who are good at sports usually have poor grades; students with good grades and sports are generally poor. Students who are ugly; students who have good grades and sports, but are not ugly, usually fall in love early and are expelled; students who have good grades and sports, are not ugly, and are very well-behaved and do not fall in love early. Later they all became gay. What do I want to say? What I want to say is that I have nothing to do with the above, it is just the tragedy of this society.

No one has ever had a bad relationship with sports and performance. Moreover, they are ugly children who skip classes and are undisciplined. Many times when I dream back in the middle of the night, I feel that God is so unfair. Everyone around me has a legendary life. Why is my life like this?

I was not in good health at the time. Ever since I fainted in the exam room during an exam in elementary school, the teacher would keep a close eye on me every time I took the exam and would place me in a ventilated place with a suitable temperature. This place must be a feng shui treasure in the entire examination room. When the teacher is invigilating the exam, in addition to patrolling, he will always go to that place to rest, and he often stops by to ask about my physical condition. I was afraid that I would die in the exam room, so cheating didn't work. As for traveling and sports, they have nothing to do with me. I was born with a pair of fishermen's feet - the toes are very long, and the big toe is the longest. It is especially useful when swimming lazily, but it is completely useless when explosive power is needed. In addition, as long as the sun is a little brighter, it is easy to suddenly fall to the ground and foam at the mouth. When the physical education teacher saw me, it was like seeing the principal's son, and he took great care of me. So most of my physical education classes are under the shade of trees. Wearing a white shirt and holding a novel in hand. For myself, this early life was quite pleasant, except for the fact that I was hit by a banana ball kicked by a handsome guy on the court and fell down the stairs. I still particularly like those quiet days when I can read without sweating. I think many people have this experience, but not necessarily like me.

At that time, I spent almost all my time reading novels. After emptying out the library, I turned to small private bookstores and started reading from the first book on the shelf. I spent money to borrow money, but soon the money was not enough. For me, who had no special skills, earning living expenses was simply a fantasy, so I began to read books in bookstores, but I usually read three books and borrowed one, so my boss was embarrassed to kick me out. Because I was still a big customer in the early days, although I borrowed less after that. But the frequency is high, and the total amount is still good. I think my emotional intelligence was developed at this time. By the end of junior high school. I had no more books to read, so I started writing something myself. Although the quality is not high, after completing a regular round of reading novels, I suddenly had a strong desire - I wanted to write a novel myself. This idea at that time had nothing to do with any dreams. I didn’t want to be a writer at all. At that time, I just thought that it would be such a cool thing to write a good story that everyone could read behind my back. .

That year, I started to really write. From the very beginning of graffiti writing to analyzing famous works by myself, abbreviating, rearranging outlines, looking for suspense setting techniques, and finding the basic rhythm of novels, in just two months, I slowly discovered that I can write The novel is becoming more and more interesting. However, I still dare not submit an article. The useless life makes it difficult for me to encourage myself to take this step. There were no computers at the time, so I used pen and paper to write on paper. Slowly, I started to get addicted to it. I neglected my studies (nothing had been accomplished anyway), and by the time I graduated from college, I had written more than 20 million words in total, most of which were written in various discarded exercise books. I am a person who changes my homework very frequently, because the first part of my homework book is my homework, and the second part is often the novel I wrote. This makes it easier for me to write during class. I can usually finish a notebook in two or three classes, and then do my homework the next day, knit it, and replace it with a new notebook.

To be honest, when I look back now, the level of some of the things I wrote can still make me speechless. Not only can it be comparable to what I think it is now, but many works are even better than what I write now. Because at that time I paid attention to writing style and sentences, but now I am already a veteran. I know that expressing the meaning clearly is enough, and I am often too lazy to think more about the words. Throughout the writing process, I have a particularly obvious characteristic, which is that I only write stories.

There were many types of stories at that time. I wrote martial arts, suspense, and romance. I even started writing some of the more popular genres now, such as time-travel novels very early on. But unlike other literature lovers, I just want to write stories. The sentence I most want to hear is: "What's next? Have you written the next one?" Because this is the best evaluation of my story.

After publishing "Tomb Raiders Notes", many people asked me a question: Do you think there is an element of luck in your success? I would say that there is no success without luck. It's always good to have some good luck, although luck is not what people need most. Many times we also know that luck can't actually help you much. Even if you win the lottery, money on your hands can quickly turn into a big problem if you don't have the ability to process sentences. People need it. In fact, it is the ability to seize opportunities.

The moment I decided to write "Tomb Raiders Notes", I had a mentality of not caring. This lack of care can attract many people to watch it, and among them, the 20 million words should be credited. So, if I really want to say where my luck lies, I think my luck comes from the fact that I am not smart, my grades are not good enough, and I am not good at sports, but God prefers the ugly ones. I accept everything now calmly, and it has nothing to do with luck or talent. I just kept being led by the story.

What I want to say is that if this person likes to eat very much, and he has been deeply involved in eating since childhood, and eats until he is thirty years old, then she can succeed; if this person likes to fight, he has been obsessed with eating since childhood. If he likes to fight, he can still succeed if he fights until he is thirty years old.

If you like something and keep doing it, you will always succeed. Said some polite words. About what should be written in the postscript, now let’s talk about what grandma really wants to say. Turn this page and be mentally prepared.

Wu Xie: Wu Xie. He is a difficult person to describe. If I must say it, I would like to say: He is actually an ordinary person. But this does not mean that he is not great. It is precisely because he is an ordinary person and what he has experienced that makes people so admirable. I think many friends will be disgusted by his weakness and hesitation when they first see him. However. As the story progresses step by step, more and more people like him. He is a weak boy like water, but please don't forget that. In the harsh winter, the most formless water can turn into solid ice. Wu Xie is such a person. He is simple and has a little bit of cleverness; he is cowardly and cherishes his own life; he is sensitive and is afraid of hurting those around him. Among all the teams, he is the least suitable person to experience danger. However, I made him the protagonist of this story, going through the most terrifying journey, which is probably the most special thing about this story. When everyone can retreat, he just can't retreat; when everyone can escape, he can't escape.

I really want to say sorry to him for pushing this ordinary person into such a complicated puzzle and trouble. For a while, I could deeply feel the despair in his heart for everything. At that time, I wanted to know what an ordinary person like him would do when faced with such complicated despair. I didn't expect him to survive. In the development of the story, everyone saw how an ordinary person struggled to become someone he didn't want to be. What everyone likes is that he has maintained his conscience at all the turning points in his life. Even if he wears a vicious mask in the end, he is still Wu Xie in his heart. He may have many petty crimes and small moral problems, but when he faces the biggest decision, he will always be the Wu Xie who hopes that everyone will be well.

"I hope that along the way, everyone can live well and everyone can see their own endings. We may not be able to live for a long time, please let us live the life we ​​deserve." Wu Xie said in Pan When his son was dying, he prayed to the sky, even though he was in a dark cave. He placed all the blame on himself, unable to face the meaning of his journey. This is Wu Xie, the "waste" in the team, the most useless leader in the Iron Triangle. He needs the protection and help of others. He has endless curiosity and desire, but as long as one person is hurt, Everything about him is unimportant. He is an ordinary person who wants you to live no matter how much he hates you. Because he doesn't understand killing or the wealth that transcends life, he only understands the value of the word "living".

Menyou Ping: This is a powerful man who is as powerful as a god or a Buddha. With him around, I can always write with extra ease, because as long as he is around, he can block all disasters and pains for you. He has no words, will not be happy, will not be sad, he will always be like a Like a porcelain doll, he stood there silently and looked at everything indifferently. However, you knew that he cared about you. No one can ever give you as much security as him. However, I don't know why, when I was writing about this man's various actions. There is always a deep sadness in my heart.

As he said, he is a person without past and future, his only connection with the world. Doesn't seem to have much value. He didn't know where he came from or where he was going. He just knows. He is in this world and has opinions on what he must do. "Can you imagine? One day, when you wake up from a cave, when you don't know anything and look around in confusion, you already have a responsibility that you must shoulder. You have no right to Look at the scenery along the way, and you can't enjoy your friends and loved ones. All the beautiful things in your life have no meaning to you the moment you realize it."

This is how Zhang Qiling silently carries his own fate. What hurts me the most is that he just carried it lightly, as if it was all a matter of course, as if it was just a trivial matter. If you ask him, he will just shake his head silently and tell you: "It doesn't matter." This is the man I wrote about. He is burdened with the most painful fate in the world, even a thousand times more painful than death, yet he is neither angry nor handsome. There is neither escape nor pain. He's right there, telling you all the people he protects, it doesn't matter.

In "Tomb Robbery Notes." The end of "Eight". I put him to sleep again, and it was ten years before I had the chance to wake him up again. This may not be a good ending, not for everyone. But, I really can't think of a better ending for him.

Fatty: Fatty is a person who is both thick and thin. Overall, I think he is a thin person, even on many levels. He is thinner than Wu Xie. Fatty always gives people the impression that he is joking and always getting into trouble. He has his own bad habits. But I still think he is the most normal person among the three. That is to say. If you want to choose someone to be your husband, among these three people, only the fat man can do it. If Wuxie is the kind of person who avoids pain, and Little Brother is the kind of person who ignores pain, then Fatty is the only kind of person who can resolve pain. Among these people, the fat man undoubtedly suffered the most. The so-called endurance means that the fat man can feel the harm of pain to himself, instead of just nodding in greeting like the little brother, who has endless pain passing through his body. A person who can understand pain and endure so much pain, and resolve it one by one, and truly be happy from the heart, we can almost call him a Buddha. Yes, the fat man is the Buddha who sees through everything.

In a way, there was more to his talk and laughter. He patted the innocent shoulder and said the words "innocent", which made Wu Xie see clearly. He was able to tacitly nod with the little brother to outflank any danger, which showed that he also fully understood the little brother's heart. Blank. However, in the end, Fatty couldn't bear it anymore. After Yun Cai died, could his strong heart resolve the intense grief? He found that his heart was unwilling to resolve. He didn't want this pain to be the same as his previous pain, and finally turned into that emptiness. Fatty chose to let this pain stay with him forever.

I wrote that the fat man held Yun Cai's body and cried bitterly, and said to Wu Xie: "I really like it, I have never made a joke." My tears couldn't stop flowing down. I regret that I did not write more space for him and Yuncai earlier, so that he and Yuncai could have more memories. For a fat man, his love is simple. If you like someone, you just like him. There are not so many reasons and you don't need to spend so much time together.

Audio-Technica: I don’t know if the relationship between them means they are friends? I think they have gone beyond friends. They had their own goals, but in the end, they all gave up their goals; are they family members? I don't think they are alienated and guessing each other, but this alienation is also a kind of silent protection. Everything seems to be based on the most basic feeling: I hope you can be safe, whether it is Wu Xie chasing and persuading Men You Ping for thousands of miles, or the fat man helping Wu Xie in danger without asking for money, or Men You Ping rescuing the two of them many times. People put themselves in danger. "This is my friend. Please go away and tell your boss that if my friend is harmed in any way, I will definitely kill him. Even if I run to the end of the world, I can still find him. Anyway, I have plenty of time." You Ping said this lightly, followed by Fatty and Wu Xie who were at a loss.

"Let me tell you, even if he wants to destroy all my property in the future, I will not frown. This is my Wu family's property. I want him to lose to whomever's hands he wants." Hands. I am here today, not to ask you to agree to this matter, but to inform you. Who dares to say nonsense to Mr. Zhang again, like this case!" Wu Xie used his not completely strong The fist smashed through the desk. At that moment, his anger did not allow him to feel the severe pain of shattering his finger bones. "Fat Master, I will stay here. There are only two people who can let me out of here. One is your innocence and the other is my little brother. You must live well and don't let anything happen that will trouble me, Fat Master. You I know that Fatty is old. Of course, it is a beautiful thing for us to die in a fight together. If one day you really feel that there is a place that you must go to and it is very dangerous, you must call me. Don't Let the fat man have no regrets in this life." This is the Iron Triangle. To be continued