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Chapter 289 Story (5)

What is in the tomb of Emperor Qin? I believe anyone who knows history will have similar questions every time this topic is touched upon.

Unfortunately, the location of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum has been unknown in the past, so this type of topic can only be regarded as an eternal mystery.

Now that the Terracotta Warriors and Horses pit has been used as supporting evidence, and the robbery hole that once led directly to the bottom of the tomb has been discovered, the curiosity of all those directly or indirectly involved has reached its peak.

Especially when a well-known writer published a book not long ago, describing in detail the scale, layout, and funerary objects inside.

The people in the camp now are thinking people, and they all want to open the tomb door and go in to take a look.

Of course, Li Chen is no exception. As an old criminal policeman who has worked for several years, it is his ability to get to the bottom of things. It is this huge curiosity that allows him to spend his time in this inconvenient place.

The ghost place.

But archeology is very different from their police work, and this is also because of its different nature. The former is related to history and culture, pays attention to slow work, meticulous work, and strives for completeness. It can be said to be scouring for sand in the water, and not a single thing in the tomb will be missed.

Organize and summarize everything.

The latter also pays attention to complete details, but it must be fast and efficient, because many projects involve human lives.

Therefore, as a criminal police officer, you always have a sense of urgency when handling crimes, for fear that if you delay, you will face the next victim.

In the Xia Kingdom, according to the practice of archaeological work, it is definitely not advisable to lift the roof of a giant ancient tomb with a large seal and relatively well-preserved soil. Generally, the robbery hole is cleaned first, and then the door of the tomb is found and then cleaned bit by bit from the outside to the inside.

The same is true for the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, but the current problem is that the Robbery Cave collapsed before, and only part of it was re-excavated and reinforced. After finding the body of a tomb robber, the excavation work was stalled for two days. Meetings were held to study and study, and finally it was decided to continue digging in.

Excavation and cleaning.

Unfortunately, all efforts were in vain. After advancing less than two meters, the staff discovered that digging further in might damage the tomb structure and cause a chain reaction. No one wanted to take such a risk, and no one dared to bear such a serious responsibility.

This also means that it is no longer advisable to enter the tomb through the robbery hole.

The key is that a group of archaeologists couldn't even find the location of the tomb door in a short period of time.

It's not that they can't do it, but after two thousand years, the geology and landforms here have been changed too much by nature or man-made changes. It takes a variety of advanced equipment and a series of detections to get the results. This is quite a challenge.

A long process.

The archaeological community is accustomed to this, but Li Chen is different. Out of professional habits, he is quite anxious.

When he saw a group of scholars busy in a meeting but still unable to come up with a plan, he almost wanted to suggest that a certain writer be kidnapped.

Because in his opinion, Mei is much more reliable than a bunch of old men present.

Of course, he doesn't need to worry about it now. The entire camp has been taken over by the special department. After everyone is screened, very few can be left.

Unrelated people like Li Chen naturally went back to their respective homes.

It’s also considered out of sight.

Several dark thoughts occurred in his heart and were suppressed. No one knew about them from beginning to end, let alone mentioned them to anyone.

Not to mention that he knew someone, so it was difficult to start.

He has no right to do so, and his responsibilities and professional disciplines do not allow him to do so.

He is a policeman, not a cruel official.

Well, let’s have a drink...

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The wine party turned into a dinner party, with a light drink but no drinking. When Mei Qian returned home, she felt a little sleepless.

Simply open your eyes and sort through the myriad of thoughts hidden in your heart.

The strange and huge memories from before have always troubled Mei Qian, and in fact, they still do so to this day.

Fortunately, these memories always seemed to be separated from him by something, so they did not have a great impact on his life, nor did they really change his current personality.

But as I walked down the street tonight, I couldn't help but recall the clear but vague "past events" in my mind.

Mei Qian didn't know whether these were really his past experiences or the system's fault.

To say it is system perfusion would be too detailed, and some small things that should have been ignored are now vividly visible.

But if it were truly a past experience, he had actually visited all the ancient tombs described in his novels before, and the system was just an accidental acquisition during a certain tomb robbery. He had some auxiliary tools that could realize the ability, but he felt unwilling to do so.

Do you really want to recognize the identity of the Iron-faced Buddha?

At this moment, his desire to verify his memory became more and more intense.

Of course, how to verify it is a matter later. No matter what, the past has become the past, and the grievances left by the Iron-faced Buddha will go away with the passage of time.

All benefactors and enemies may have been sent away.

Now he is just a writer, a law-abiding citizen with a criminal record.

What is the relationship between the Iron-faced Buddha and Mei?

In comparison, the words Zhang Yu left behind before leaving concerned him even more.

He knew that the other party was conveying some kind of message in a subtle way.

It seemed like someone was trying to do something against him.

He understands Zhang Yu's character. If the threat comes from the police, due to professional ethics, the other party may not mention a word, or even avoid him, and today's dinner will be ruined.

It must not be some illegal organization, otherwise just say it directly and there is no need to be so subtle.

That is to say, someone wanted to touch him, and Zhang Yu noticed some clues, but he was not sure, so he could only give a warning.

It’s not the police, nor is it a tomb-robbing organization that has had conflicts before, which is very interesting...

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The next day, Mei Qian still followed the pattern he had developed in recent days, closing the study room after breakfast and coding diligently.

Since he had already drafted the manuscript, he wrote it very smoothly, and his coding speed was even beyond his standard. He didn't even finish the three chapters of the story about the gang of warriors fighting against the drought, and he already had plans to add more chapters.

This also has something to do with the fact that the fighting plot is suitable for dragging out chapters and does not require too much thinking.

Of course, when someone writes a book, they usually don’t use their brains very much.

Ahem!

This plot is quite interesting. As mentioned in the previous article, the protagonist Mei Qian hugged his thigh and was able to survive in the year of great disaster. He followed a group of people to track the drought demon and successfully left the disaster area and arrived at the bank of the Yellow River.

Possibly out of instinct, wherever they go, Hanbao will look for a tomb to hide, and therefore, there are Tufuzi in the team.

Because the member structure is complex, conflicts are inevitable.

Several Taoist priests did not want to see the Tufuzi, and the Tufuzi also disliked the poor Taoist priests who pretended to be noble. The two groups quarreled three times a day, and they often relied on the leading petty official to smooth things over.

This ninth-grade official under Master Futai was polite to everyone, because he needed to use both groups, and he could not afford to offend anyone. He was only polite to the novice monk who joined temporarily and was suspected of rebelling.

Calling and drinking.

Our protagonist, Mei Qian, shamelessly accepted the oldest native master in the team as his master. Therefore, except for his master and a senior brother, no one looked at him seriously. He was a little transparent in the team, and

Because he was young, he naturally acted as a coolie in the team.

If he had just traveled back in time, the protagonist still had some sense of superiority as a time traveler. When he found out about the era he was in, he even swore that he would rather go up the mountain and burn a few holes in his head than leave a pig tail.

Braids. After being hungry for more than ten days, this thought has long been eliminated.

What's ugly and disrespectful, what's about robbing graves and damaging one's moral character in the future? Who cares? He just wants to live.

But when a group of people went to the tomb and the righteous warriors started to fight against the drought demons, the protagonist who could only shout and cheer had other ideas. It turned out that zombies really existed, and he saw a new world...

Finally, after a hard fight, with half of the team reduced, the leading old Taoist priest finally used talisman paper and a peach wood sword to turn Han Ba ​​into ashes.

A group of people are resting in the tomb, feeling sad when they should be sad and happy when they should be happy.

It’s finally time to internally discuss merit and reward.

No one else, because in the tomb, the funerary objects inside will inevitably be touched. With the acquiescence of the minor officials, the living people were divided into the spoils.

As a cheerleader, Mei Qian certainly couldn't get anything good. He picked through a pile of rags and finally put a beautifully shaped ceramic fox into his arms...

Mei Qian didn't even bother with lunch, and he didn't let out a sigh of relief until he finished writing this plot.

After taking a sip of water, I checked it out, and decided to post all these chapters.

I habitually clicked on the comments on my mobile phone and found that it was quite lively. Because the update was late today, there were countless posts urging updates, and some even swore that this book was a eunuch.

Mei Qian immediately raised his eyebrows, and the click of the mouse to post unconsciously slowed down.

Well, should we make it a monthly update and send away this group of readers?


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