A Tank 500 was driving on the road to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. It had a temporary license plate and a large "Internship" sticker on the rear window.qδ
This is the first car Luoyang bought.
He originally wanted to buy a Mercedes-Benz Grand G. More than two million is nothing to him now, and it's not like he doesn't have the strength. But Bai Jing stopped him because it was too expensive. She was a novice and crashed the car.
Scratches and other collisions are a high probability. Mercedes-Benz is too delicate and the repair cost is too high. However, domestically produced cars are affordable, and repairs if they are damaged are not expensive. Furthermore, the Tank 500 is an Internet celebrity car and has a high cost performance.
Luoyang felt that what she said made sense, so he went to Wei Pai's 4S store. When he asked, the car was still not ready, so he finally added 10,000 yuan to pick up a ready car from a salesperson. The necessary procedures were completed.
He and Bai Jing drove the new car on the road.
The speed was 30 kilometers per hour. It was about two kilometers away from the 4S store. Luoyang counted and found that this car had been overtaken by about twenty battery cars.
"I asked you to drive faster. At this speed, it will probably be dark when we reach the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum. Hu Bufei and Mr. Zheng are waiting for us." Luoyang reminded.
"Oh, don't rush me. I get nervous when you push me." Bai Jing stared at the road ahead. The driver's seat was pushed very far forward, and her upper body was almost lying on the steering wheel. There were two big
The distance between the light and the steering wheel is only three or two centimeters, and any larger movement will affect the rotation of the steering wheel.
Luoyang didn't dare to rush. If there was a car accident or something, it would delay even more time.
With nothing to do, he sent a message to Shi Fei: Brother Shi, what's going on over there?
A minute later, Shi Fei sent back a message: I was already in Mianbei Old Street. I hired a local to be my guide. I planned to replenish supplies in the old street and take a short rest before setting off for Laozu Mountain.
Luoyang: You have to pay attention to your safety. If there is any danger, go back. I will come over when I am done here.
Shi Fei:Okay.
Luoyang picked up his cell phone and took a photo of Bai Jing, who was concentrating on driving, and then sent it to Shi Fei.
Shi Fei: Bai Jing, are you with her?
Luoyang: We are going to the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, preparing to dig pit No. 4.
Shi Fei sent a picture with a surprised expression: What is going on?
Luoyang: A special situation, not archeology, just digging up a corpse. I will talk to you in detail when we meet back.
Shi Fei: Okay, if I had known earlier, I would have come to Chang'an to dig Pit No. 4 with you. Archaeologists all have a dream, which is to dig the Tomb of the First Emperor, but it's a pity that I missed it.
After realizing it, Bai Jing asked, "Master, were you filming me just now?"
Luoyang hummed: "I was chatting with Brother Shi. He was looking for an ancient tomb in northern Myanmar. I took a photo for him and wanted him to see how you drive."
Bai Jing raised the corner of her mouth: "It's not enough for you to laugh at me alone, you also have to take pictures for Brother Shi...ah!"
A car in front suddenly braked. Bai Jing screamed and stepped on the brake.
Without checking, Luoyang hit the side window glass with his head, making a thud. He glanced at the car in front of him, which was still at least seven or eight meters away, and was speechless.
A car behind me overtook him and shouted through the window: "Silly! Can you drive?"
Before Bai Jing could say anything in return, the irritable driver stepped on the accelerator and left.
"Do people nowadays have car rage?" Bai Jing said with an innocent expression.
Luoyang said in his heart that I would be anxious to change him, but a smile appeared on his face: "He is not polite. You have obviously posted the internship sign. He is blind and can't see it. Drive slowly and don't be in a hurry."
"Well, Master is better." Bai Jing smiled.
Two hours later, Bai Jing finally drove the car to the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum.
Hu Bufei came up to him and complained: "Old Zheng has urged me several times, why did you just come?"
Bai Jing said sheepishly: "It's none of Master's business. It's just my poor skills and driving slowly."
Hu Bufei glanced at Bai Jing, with a trace of
Suspicion.
Luoyang said: "Let's go in and take a look at the venue first."
"Follow me." Hu Bufei didn't know what to say and walked forward to lead the way.
Pit No. 4 of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum.
There are terracotta warriors and horses in Pit 1, 2 and 3. Each of them is like a sealed ancient warrior, as if waiting for an order, and then he will wake up. But Pit 4 is just a pit with nothing in it.
Next to Pit No. 4, a large group of people had been waiting.
Several archaeological experts recruited by Bai Jing met in Luoyang last night. There were a few unfamiliar faces around Zheng Congrong, who must be the leaders and related personnel of the museum.
Sure enough, when he passed by Luoyang, Zheng Congrong introduced him to those people in the museum. The leader was the curator, named Chen Song.
"Xiao Luo, I just heard from Director Chen that pit No. 4 covers an area of 4,600 square meters. When it was excavated and no terracotta warriors and burial objects were found, it was backfilled. The thickness of the backfill was two meters. What we see now is just
A shallow pit." After a slight pause, Zheng Congrong asked, "How are you going to dig such a large area? Do you have any plans here?"
"Let me take a look first." Luoyang's eyes moved to the huge pit.
As Zheng Congrong introduced, pit No. 4 has been backfilled. The height between the bottom of the pit and the ground is only more than one foot, and the ground is flat. The depth of the backfill soil is two meters, which means that the original pit must be dug two meters deep.
The bottom of the pit, and to dig out the "thing" he wants to dig, he needs to continue digging from the bottom of the original pit. As for how deep he has to dig, he doesn't know.
Chen Song, director of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum, walked to Luoyang and said, "Mr. Luo, pit No. 4 has been dug a long time ago. Nothing was found until the rammed soil layer. According to historical records, it was originally a military pit."
However, due to the peasant uprising at the end of the Qin Dynasty, it was not completed. Many archaeological experts are sure that there is nothing underneath. Of course, you can dig it if you want. After all, you have permission from above, but I want to know what you want to dig from pit No. 4.
What did you find?"
Luoyang glanced at Zheng Congrong.
Zheng Congrong nodded.
Luoyang then said: "Director Chen, what we are going to dig out is most likely a corpse."
"Whose body?" Chen Song was curious.
Luoyang said: "That person's name is Ji Chong, and he was a shaman from the Qin Dynasty. I only have these clues, and I will talk about the rest after digging them out."
Chen Song asked what else, Zheng Congrong said: "Director Chen, let Xiao Luo go and do it. If anything goes wrong, it will be mine."
A flattering smile suddenly appeared on Chen Song's face: "Since the leader has said so, I won't say much. You can just do it. If you need any help, just ask."
These days, it only works if the leader speaks.
Luoyang jumped over the one-meter-high guardrail and entered Pit No. 4.
"Master, do you want me to come with you?" Bai Jing wanted to follow, but was stopped by the guardrail. She couldn't jump over like Luoyang, so she was a little anxious.
Luoyang said: "No, I'll take a look first and then talk."
Bai Jing curled her lips.
Luoyang stepped on the center line of Pit No. 4 and walked to the opposite side, entering the super-sensory state of the ancestral wizard's spirit body while walking.
The perception with real touch is centered on the spirit body of the ancestral witch, extending to the ground and entering the soil layer silently.
A large group of people looked at Luoyang, but they only saw him walking slowly towards the end of pit No. 4. No one knew what he was doing.
It took almost a quarter of an hour for Luoyang to walk less than fifty meters. The length of Pit No. 4 was over a hundred meters long and its width was over forty meters, so the range he could perceive was only less than half of it.
The reason why it is slow is because of the backfilling. Luoyang did not expect this situation. If there was no backfilling, he could use his perception to sense the deeper place, which is only about seven or eight meters now. This is still the activation of the middle Dantian
, with enhanced perception, he could still perceive two or three meters underground before.
However, a depth of seven or eight meters is enough. Apart from the tombs of emperors, there are few ancient man-made tombs.
Some dig people to a depth of seven to eight meters.
Another distance passed and still nothing was found.
Luoyang felt a little anxious. If he didn't sense the existence of the underground tomb until the end, he could only dig out the backfill soil and then dig out the ground to sense the situation underground. But the backfill soil in pit No. 4 was two meters behind.
With an area of more than 1,000 square meters, it is no small project. Even if we hire an engineering team, excavators and loading trucks, it will take ten days and a half. And this is a world-famous museum, so it obviously cannot be done like that.
At the edge of the pit, Zheng Congrong patted Hu Bufei on the shoulder, and then walked to the deserted corner.
Hu Bufei followed him understandingly.
Zheng Congrong stopped and whispered: "Your report said that when Xiao Luo held it with his hand, a water column of more than ten meters high appeared in the sea?"
Hu Bufei nodded.
"Later, he stirred it up with his hands, and a whirlpool appeared on the sea surface, and he even caught Jiang Yue out?"
Hu Bufei nodded again.
Zheng Congrong reached out and touched Hu Bufei's forehead.
Hu Bufei smiled bitterly and said, "Old Zheng, I don't have a fever. I saw it with my own eyes and it can't be false."
"Then tell me what the scientific principle is?"
Hu Bufei shrugged: "You asked me who should I ask? I just saw something and then wrote it in the report."
Zheng Congrong was silent for a moment: "It seems that the people from Team Xuan have to take over. You, the captain of the martial arts team, can no longer keep up with that kid's pace."
Hu Bufei had a long face: "Old Zheng, it's not like you don't know about that tigress Xuan Taimei. If you let her get involved, you don't know what the outcome of this matter will be. Also, you are not afraid.
Meat buns beating dogs?"
Zheng Congrong chuckled: "If that kid really dares to speak, then my Xuanwu Bureau will not be at a loss. Why are you so worried?"
Hu Bufei continued to make faces.
"I just have this idea. I will give your report to Xuan Taimei later and ask for her opinion before talking about it." Zheng Congrong said.
Hu Bufei's attitude was negative: "I'm not optimistic about it anyway. You're just shooting yourself in the foot."
At this moment, Luoyang stopped, turned around and said, "Found it, here!"