The Underworld Detective

Officer Choi was still upset that we were going to the archaeology team and said we were going to accompany him, so he called the chief and asked for instructions.

After half a day of fighting, I didn't negotiate, and I said to Song Xingxing: "Me and Peach go first, you come with them later. ”

Song Xingshen cautioned: "Be careful on the road! ”

Leaving the public security bureau, Huang Xiaotao asked: "You didn't even ask for the address. Where are you going? ”

I smiled slightly: “The note was not clearly written, Dagang Village, it must be nearby, the archaeological team must carry a lot of supplies, just ask the truck driver. ”

I opened the map of my phone, found the nearest truck station, asked for a moment, a driver said he was just about to send a bunch of stuff there, could give us a lift, just saved us the fare.

We climbed on his light card, walked, the sky darkened, and a bright light appeared in the distance. Coming to the nearby area, a large marching book was found, and the driver asked: "Are you also from the archaeological team? ”

I said, "Not..."

Huang Xiaotao pinched me and told me not to say anything about the case. I immediately changed my mouth: “We are the cultural relics management department. ”

“Oh, let me remind you, this ancient tomb is a little weird. I heard it was haunted. Didn't two civilian workers die a while ago? A lot of civilian workers are scared off. You have to be careful.” The driver is kind.

“Thank you, we'll be careful.” I nodded.

Get out of the car, the people here are eating, the civilian workers are surrounded by a big pot, the archaeologists are surrounded by a big pot, and everything is the same.

When a stranger broke in, an old man with tortoise glasses and white hair dropped the bowl and walked over. "What can I do for you two? ”

Huang Xiaotao showed his ID and said concisely: "We are here to investigate the murders that took place here. ”

“Oh, it turns out it's Comrade Public Security, disrespectfully... how did you get here so late, have you eaten yet? ”

I said honestly, "No! ”

The old man looked a little embarrassed, presumably just a casual gesture. He had to arch his hand: “If you don't dislike it, just take a sip here, cooked pickled cabbage and rice porridge, I don't know if you two can get used to it. ”

I laughed, "Yes, by the way, what's your name? ”

“Fuji Sima, a German character, is an archaeological professor at Yunling University, specializing in the history of five generations and ten countries.” Professor Sima told us that he had taken out the Certificate of Accreditation for Archaeological Excavation Groups issued by the National Institute of Antiquities, and I took a look.

I said, "Professor Sima, we have a pitiful request, considering the fact that this place is largely isolated from the outside world, and the frequency of strange incidents, we would like to stay here for a few days to facilitate the resolution of the case. ”

Professor Sima frowned and did not seem to welcome us very much. Huang Xiaotao added: "We solve the case and will not interfere in your archaeological actions. ”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's just that the conditions are tough, and I hope you both don't mind. ”

Looks like Professor Sima speaks quite well, and I wave: "No problem, by the way, we're five. ”

“Okay, we have extra tents here, I'll set them up! ”

Go ahead, Professor Sima summoned a young man named Roche, wearing black framed glasses and a red neck around his neck like a western cowboy. Heard that we were going to live here and show some unwelcome eyes, but he went to build us a tent.

Professor Sima took us to dinner and introduced us, by the way. A total of seven members of the archaeological team, six of whom were graduate students of Professor Sima, were overwhelmingly welcome when they heard that the police were going to live here.

We ate a white rice congee and it tasted bad. The chair we were sitting in was a crate of supplies. The wilderness had a huge stroke. After eating a meal, my head ached.

I exclaimed, "It's not easy to archeology in the field! ”

A girl with a pink bow on her head said, "Well, it's been ten and a half days since I've been drilling in the mountains, and the wind is blowing, and like our girls, my skin is not maintained, and I'm often exposed to the same sun as Africans, and they don't even know me back at school. ”

Another ponytail girl said peacefully: “To be honest, I regret studying this subject, I am tired and have no future, I already know to do literature testing. ”

Professor Sima scolded: "Ziyi, Xiaoyuan, what are you talking about? Our field archaeological team is the front line of archaeological work! Without our earthbound artifacts and literature, all archaeology is zero and must have a sense of purpose. ”

The ponytail threw up its tongue and laughed and said: “Professor, we didn't say we were going to give up. Life doesn't make you complain. ”

And the bow also said, "That is, if you don't divulge it a lot, you'll suffocate. Do you have the nerve to see us tired before we graduate? ”

Several boys were laughing, and Professor Sima sighed: "These post-90 kids! ”

I asked, "I heard Officer Choi say there are some strange events here, can you elaborate? ”

Professor Sima explained: “It's not weird, its weird self-defeat. I think most of this is caused by psychological factors. When you mention ancient tombs and zombies, you can easily think of distortions. Especially now that there are some bad novels made up, I, as a resolute materialist, do not believe in these. ”

The ponytail said, "Professor, you don't believe it! But there was a tongue licking my hand that night, and it was absolutely absolute. ”

“And there's a woman crying in the grave at night! ”

The young people spoke out loud and clear. These are the same as Officer Choi said. When Roshu came back, he sat down and lit a flue: “These are the curses of the tomb owner! ”

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously.

Professor Sima scolded: "Don't be ridiculous! ”

Roshuzhong insisted that he tell us that a stone had been dug the day the tomb was opened and that many cursed burglars had written on it, and that strange events had been happening since then.

Professor Sima coughed: "This is a common anti-theft technique in ancient tombs, which is to engrave some curses on the tomb doors to intimidate outsiders, which I do not believe as a resolute materialist. ”

Roshu sneered: “You are always a mouthful of materialism, which I think is self-comforting. There are many events in the world that materialism cannot explain, such as the curse of Tutankhamun, such as the Great Bang of the Apocalypse of the Ming Dynasty. ”

“Shut up and get out of here!” Professor Sima stood up angrily and left.

Everyone blamed Roche Zhongchung for pissing off the professor. Roche Zhongchung muttered: “There are two lives at the moment. Why are you lying to yourself? Don't you admit that what you don't understand is science... Comrade Police, what do you think? ”

I said, "If you don't investigate, you don't have a say. Let's investigate first! ”

When we got up, Roshuzhong asked if we had baggage, so he could take it into the tent, Huang Xiaotao said no.

“This trip is too urgent, I haven't bought a lot of everyday supplies. Let me call Sun Bingxin to give it to you!” Huang Xiaotao said.