While Qinghan and I were bickering, Chen Qinghan circled around, inspecting the surrounding objects. Finally, from a position where the cowboy hat couldn't see, he nodded at me.
I took off my jacket and shoes and lay in the groove, fitting perfectly. I inexplicably felt like I was back in an ancient tomb.
I lay in my own coffin, with a foreign Tomb Raider standing by my side.
Mike stood on the other side, opposite the cowboy hat's expression, looking concerned and nervous. I felt like I was lying on a hospital bed, and he was a worried… parent?
After lying there for a few minutes, and daydreaming for a few minutes, there was no movement around.
"If I lay here any longer, I'm going to fall asleep." Because in my tomb, whenever I feel bored, I fall into a slumber.
"This thing hasn't been used for so many years, maybe it's broken." Huang Zaijiang leaned in and said.
