Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Two days later, on the weekend, in the afternoon.

The eastern section of Ryukyu waters is about 100 nautical miles northeast of Amami North Island.

The Poseidon salvage ship shut down its engine, dropped its anchor, and stopped on the vast sea.

King Merlin was not lying. There was indeed a typhoon blowing in the sea area of ​​​​Okinawa for two consecutive days. The wind was strong and the rain was pouring. Up to this moment, the sky was still covered with dark clouds.

He had half a day to spare. During the two days of heavy rain, Du Weiguo rarely stayed in the house for two days.

Of course, this grandson is definitely not idle either. He is busy making changes with Laura, unlocking various difficult difficulties and enjoying all kinds of happiness.

Laura is also extremely talented. At such a young age, she can actually withstand his animal-like conquests, and can even fight back and forth.

But at this moment, Laura’s face was not very good, slightly gloomy, and she was standing side by side on the bow of the ship with Dr. Jones.

In Jones' hand, he held a roll of sheepskin maps treated with a special process. Yes, it was a roll, not just one.

This is the treasure map of Treasure Island. It is not so much a treasure map as it is a coded sea map drawn in a special way.

This treasure map does not have the legendary mountains and rivers at all. It is more like a few pages of ancient books, all of which are short sentences composed of heavenly stems and earthly branches.

When he had nothing to do, Dr. Jones gave Du Weiguo a brief introduction to science. This is a unique way for Chinese navigators to mark longitude and latitude.

Next to some of the heavenly stems and earthly branches, there are annotations in traditional Chinese characters, all written in ancient Chinese, citing a large number of Zhouyi divination terms, such as Ji Qu Nai Ya, Yun Shan Mist Cover.

This treasure map has a high gold content, and non-professionals are guaranteed to be confused. Anyway, Du Weiguo, an illiterate person, cannot understand it at all.

At this moment, Jones, the old man, had a pipe hanging from his mouth. The winter sea breeze made his white hair fly. His old face was red, but his expression was particularly enjoyable, and his eyes were shining.

Some people are born to take risks, and fearless courage flows in their veins. These are his exact words.

Exhaling the smoke, Jones said in a deep voice: "Laura, if you follow the instructions of the chart and astrolabe, you should be in the sea ahead."

Looking at the endless, dark sea in front of her, Laura felt a little guilty:

"Dr. Jones, should we continue to move forward slowly now, and then use sonar to scan the surrounding sea area to see if there are any large tidal islands underwater."

Jones shook his head:

"We can't move forward any further. Captain Bobby's judgment should be accurate. The waters ahead are densely covered with reefs. If we move forward rashly, we may even hit the rocks and sink the ship."

Laura thought of another plan:

"Dr. Jones, let's put down the small submarine, conduct underwater operations, and search the nearby waters. It's daytime now. If we encounter any danger, it will be easier to solve it."

Her tone was slightly anxious, because her parents disappeared nearby, and she was eager to find out the truth.

Dr. Jones shook his head again, his tone somewhat cryptic:

"Laura, be patient, you underestimate the profound wisdom of the Chinese people. Since the treasure map shows that Treasure Island only appears at night, there must be a reason.

Even if you can find it during the day, there is a high probability that you will not be able to get in, and it may also cause unknown changes. "

Taking a sip from his pipe, Dr. Jones said in a faint tone:

"Besides, Mr. Evil God hasn't come back yet, Laura. Without the support of his powerful force, we'd better not act rashly."

Yes, Du Weiguo was not on the ship. Just now, when the Poseidon passed Amami North Island, Du Weiguo jumped into the sea and left alone, without even using a small boat.

He left in a hurry and didn't say where he was going. He only said that he would be back to meet up within 24 hours.

Du Weiguo didn't say anything, so naturally no one dared to ask, and no one questioned whether he would be in any danger, and how he would rush over to join him.

In the evening, it was just getting dark.

Sijiucheng, Maomao Hutong, and Siheyuan.

In late November, winter has already begun, and this year the capital has been extremely cold. There have been several heavy snowfalls. Although today is the weekend, there are still very few pedestrians on the streets.

Of course, there are other reasons for the lack of people on the street, but I can’t say.

After entering the courtyard, in the east chamber, in the kitchen, Sun Yunmei quickly added some coal to the stove and made a pot of water.

The fire wall that Du Weiguo hired from Yin Laoliu was very powerful. It not only saved fire, but also heated up quickly. With a little fire, the whole room became warm.

After doing this, Sun Yumei clapped her hands and stood up. Just as she turned around, she suddenly saw a tall and upright figure standing silently in front of her.

Sun Yumei was horrified, and the stove hook in her hand dropped in fright, but was quickly caught by the uninvited guest.

"Mom, don't be afraid, it's me, Wei Guo."

Du Weiguo's voice sounded, with a slight vibrato.

"Wei, Wei Guo?"

Sun Yumei was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the door and window in a daze. The door was closed tightly, the windows were covered with hoarfrost, and she couldn't see anything.

Du Weiguo put down the stove hook and took her hand: "Don't worry, Mom, there is no one in the yard, and no one saw me coming back."

Feeling the warm touch on her hand, Sun Yunmei finally came back to her senses. She looked at Du Weiguo carefully, her eyes turning red for a moment.

"Wei Guo, why are you back? Where did you come back from? Why have you lost so much weight?"

Du Weiguo tried hard to suppress the urge to cry and said in the calmest tone possible:

"I, I missed you so much, so I secretly ran back to see you. I haven't lost any weight, Mom, but you have lost a lot of weight."

What he said was not nonsense. Sun Yumei had indeed lost a lot of weight. She used to look a little rich, but now she was so thin that her cheeks were sunken.

"Where have I lost weight? By the way, Wei Guo, have you eaten? There are still cans you left at home, I'll give them to you~~"

Sun Yumei turned around in a hurry. She could hardly hold back her tears. Du Weiguo held her back:

"No, Mom, I've eaten. Is everything okay at home?"

"Okay, everything is fine. We have enough to eat and warm clothes. Your friends and colleagues have always taken good care of us."

Du Weiguo shook his head and lowered his tone: "Mom, don't lie to me. I heard that Uncle Hao is gone."

"Oh, it's all life~"

Sun Yumei couldn't hold back her tears any longer and fell down quietly.

"Mom, where is the jade?"

Du Weiguo also choked with sobs, and his voice was dry. Upon hearing this, Sun Yumei reacted and bit her lips quickly to suppress her emotions.

She knew in her heart that Du Weiguo's sudden return in spite of the public disapproval must be directed at Yang Caiyu.

"Caiyu was taken away by Hu Si a few days ago. He said he wanted to participate in some training. I don't know where exactly he is."

"Dang Dang Dang!"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by the hearty and warm voice of Bart's wife.

"Aunt Sun, are you at home? I just made pimple soup at home. I'll bring you a bowl. Bart also prepared some frozen pears for you to try."

Sun Yunmei was so frightened that her pupils were shaking. She walked a few steps quickly to the door and said in a panic:

"Oh, oh, wait a minute, I'm coming."

Then she turned around suddenly and was about to remind Du Weiguo to hide quickly, but where was his shadow?

If it weren't for a pair of shallow footprints left on the clean terrazzo floor, Sun Yumei would have even suspected that she had just hallucinated.

It is also cloudy in Sijiu City tonight. The clouds are very low and the wind is howling. It looks like it will snow heavily soon.

In the west of the city, on Wanshou Road, there is a small courtyard with a single door. This is Guo Hanhong's house.

"Cough cough cough~"

In the north wing room, Lao Guo coughed violently. He turned over with some difficulty and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm into the spittoon on the floor.

A little girl who was adding coal to the stove quickly got up, ran over to help him lie down, and gently rubbed his chest.

The little girl was about 3 or 4 years old. Her eyes were red with anxiety and she was about to cry. Her tone was anxious:

"Uncle, there's no way we can procrastinate like this. Your cough is getting worse and worse. Maybe you should go to the hospital."

Lao Guo finally managed to catch his breath and waved his hand weakly:

"Guizhi, I, I'm fine, it's an old problem. When winter comes, I get sick at night, and I'll be fine in the morning.

After lighting the fire, you can quickly go back to your room and read a book. Although you won't have classes recently, you can't let your homework fall behind. "

This little girl is called Guizhi. She is an orphan adopted by Lao Guo. Her parents are both his deceased comrades-in-arms. There are several other orphans and widowed mothers in the courtyard.

Similar to Lao Haotou, Lao Guo also has injuries all over his body and gets sick in winter. Especially in the past two years, his health has been severely overtaxed. Recently, it is difficult to even get out of bed.

Lao Guo lives in poverty. Although his position is not low and his salary is not low, the little income he has is used to support the orphans and widows at home, and there is no money left for medical treatment and hospitalization.

Besides, the hospital was in chaos due to the current situation, and Lao Guo didn't want to bother the organization, so he chose to fight on his own.

Such cadres may seem unimaginable to future generations, but at present, there are many of them, and it is considered a common phenomenon.

"Uncle, I'd better stay with you. If you want to drink water in the middle of the night, I can take care of you." Lao Guo said angrily:

"Go, go, I haven't reached that point yet, and I'm not a landlord or rich man. I don't need you to serve me. Go back home and read a book."

Guizhi wiped his eyes: "Uncle~"

Lao Guo frowned with a black face: "Tsk! Don't be angry with me, you idiot! Turn off the lights by the way."

The little girl couldn't resist Guo Hanhong, who was as stubborn as a donkey. She carefully covered him with a quilt, checked the fire, poured him a cup of hot water, placed it beside the bed, and then went out wiping tears.

"hu~hu~"

In the darkness, Guo Hanhong took deep breaths several times in a row before he managed to catch his breath and suppressed the cough that had already surged into his throat.

My head was buzzing, my consciousness was a little blurry, and I had a strange feeling of being out of body.

"Oh, I'm getting old."

With a long sigh, Guo Hanhong closed his eyes tiredly.

Unknowingly, Lao Guo fell asleep. He didn't know how long it took, but it seemed to be very short and yet it seemed to be a long time.

Guo Hanhong woke up suddenly. His right hand immediately reached under the pillow and grasped the handle of the pistol. His movements were clean and neat, never sloppy.

Even if he is terminally ill, his vigilance instinct is not diminished at all.

Because he woke up so violently, Lao Guo felt like the world was spinning and his vision was dark. He shook his head vigorously and vaguely saw a tall and upright figure standing in front of him.

Both familiar and unfamiliar, Lao Guo's forehead instantly became sweaty. He blinked his eyes in disbelief and called out tentatively:

"Du, Du Weiguo?"

"Lao Guo, I haven't seen you for two years. How did you become such a good person?"

Du Weiguo's deep voice sounded.

Lao Guo now looks really miserable, with a haggard appearance, sparse and gray hair, sunken cheeks, and blood-red eyes, like a ghost.

However, Lao Guo's voice was filled with surprise and joy. He actually summoned a burst of strength out of thin air and forced himself to sit up:

"Du Weiguo, it's really you, no, why are you back?"

"Why can't I come back? Is there any place in the world that I can't go to? Besides, I'm in Sijiu City, but I still have some accounts to settle."

Du Weiguo's voice was a little cold. He sat on the chair opposite him and lit a cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, Lao Guo was sweating profusely. Miraculously, he neither fainted nor coughed. He even felt surprisingly clear-headed.

"Du Weiguo, don't mess around. Even if you have great abilities, you can't mess around in Sijiu City."

Du Weiguo sneered: "Oh, what? Who can stop me now?"

Lao Guo's thoughts changed rapidly: "It is true that no one can stop you, but even if you don't miss others, you still have to take care of Yang Caiyu, right?"

Du Weiguo's tone was joking:

"What? Lao Guo, do you think that even today, there are still people who dare to touch my reverse scales? It is impossible for the situation to be a dead end.

After taking a breath, Du Weiguo's tone was sharp: "If the fish doesn't die, the net will break."

"Hehehe~"

Lao Guo suddenly laughed and his tone became soothing:

"I said, Master Du, you haven't seen me for two years, are you going to bluff me when you come back? Don't you just want to know where Yang Caiyu is?

We are all old acquaintances, and yet this trick scares me to the point of having a heart attack. I am afraid that I will die later, right? "

After his mind regained clarity, Lao Guo immediately figured out that if Du Weiguo came back and really wanted to take revenge and settle scores, and went straight to the topic early in the morning, how could he still be wrangling with him here.

This hozen, after all, still cares about old friendships and understands the overall situation. It is clearly meant to scare him.

Sure enough, Du Weiguo's tone softened instantly: "Tch! It's not bad. I'm not an old fool at last."

Lao Guo smiled and sniffed:

"That's right, I'm not confused. I said, Master Du, what kind of cigarette do you smoke? Why does it smell so good?"

Du Weiguo flicked half of the cigarette butt into pieces and scolded angrily:

"Okay, let's just say you have a rotten body. You're coughing out your lungs so fast, and you still want to smoke? Tell me, where is Yang Caiyu?"

Upon hearing this question, Lao Guo hesitated slightly:

"Uh, otherwise, I'd better find a way to take you there~"

As if he suddenly figured something out, Lao Guo changed the subject:

"Oh, forget it, no one can stop you anyway, you should go alone, she is in Huyu in the north of the city~~"

After giving the address, Lao Guo asked again:

"So, Du Weiguo, when you come back this time, you want to take Yang Caiyu away?"

In the darkness, Du Weiguo shook his head: "No, I have other plans. Yang Caiyu should be able to go abroad soon. I will pick her up then."

Lao Guo frowned and asked subconsciously: "What arrangement? Huh?"

"Get well soon and try my smoke."

Suddenly there was something in Lao Guo's arms. It was flat and felt like a cigarette box.

"Hey, I heard that your young master Du's hair is growing so much now, this cigarette~"

When Lao Guo looked up again, there was no one on the opposite side. Du Weiguo disappeared without a trace like a ghost, as if he had never appeared before.

While stroking the cigarette case, Lao Guo suddenly laughed: "Hey, the net will break until the fish dies! You bastard, you are asking me to send a message to the higher authorities."

At 11 o'clock in the evening, everything in Huyu Mountain in the north of Sijiu City was completely silent.

After struggling to the limit for a whole day, the day's training was finally over. Already exhausted, Yang Caiyu almost crawled back to the dormitory, clinging to the pillow and fell asleep without even a quilt.

"Oh! It's really fatal!"

Tang Ahong sighed and got up, helped her take off her coat and shoes, covered her with the quilt, then turned off the light and returned to her bed.

"It's like this every day, practicing to death. Even the donkeys of the production team can't go through such trouble, right?"

At this moment, the back of Tang Ahong's neck suddenly felt numb, and then her vision went dark. She tilted her head and fell on the pillow, not knowing what was going on.

Yang Caiyu, who was sleeping, suddenly felt someone gently rubbing her cheek. She didn't open her eyes, but just stretched out her hand and muttered unconsciously:

"Ahong, don't make trouble, it's not time yet, let me sleep a little longer."

Sure enough, the itching feeling on her cheek stopped suddenly, and Yang Caiyu turned over and fell asleep again, snoring like thunder.

"Hoo, hoo~"

In the darkness, Du Weiguo slowly withdrew his hand, wiped his eyes, gritted his teeth, and forcibly resisted touching her again.

Like a ghost, Du Weiguo stood quietly beside her bed for a long time without waking her up.

The time has not come yet.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, Yang Caiyu turned over, and suddenly something cold and hard was placed on her back. She sat up as if reflexively.

Turning on the flashlight, there was a short knife wrapped in a black sheath next to the pillow. When he pulled it out, the blade was black and the cold air was coming.

This is Du Weiguo's family heirloom Xiaotang Dao, and she knows it.

Yang Caiyu's pupils were shaking, and she burst into tears instantly. She opened the door suddenly and ran out of the dormitory barefoot, but it was pitch black outside, mixed with wind and snow, and there was no trace of anyone.

At the same time, in a large courtyard and a two-story single-family building, a middle-aged man who was sleeping suddenly felt a chill and got up and turned on the lamp next to the bed.

On the desk not far away, there is a steel shuttle with a cold light nailed on it. This is Du Weiguo's unique symbol, the Evil God Shuttle.

Almost at the same time, Laura, who was looking at the sea with an infrared telescope on the deck of the Poseidon, was extremely anxious.

About a few sea miles away, a tidal island suddenly rose up. The part of this island that emerged from the sea was about the size of two or three football fields, and it was all made of rocks.

With the faint light, it can be vaguely seen that half of the island is khaki and the other half is gray, which is both strange and magnificent.

Even a fool can tell that this must be Treasure Island.

"It's already past 2 o'clock in the morning, why hasn't Wesley come back yet?"

At this moment, a big wet hand suddenly appeared on her shoulder, and at the same time, Du Weiguo's steady voice rang out.

"This is Treasure Island?" (End of Chapter)