The Iron-faced Buddha-Mei Qian has become famous in the world after he continuously robbed several large ancient tombs.
And what he relies on is not only his extraordinary skills and superb ability to hunt for dragons and explore caves.
It is even more because of his old-fashioned behavior and habits. While digging graves and robbing graves to engage in derogatory activities, he also set quite strict rules for his subordinates.
It can be said that among the native masters and Xiling warriors who were active in the south at that time, this group of well-organized tomb robbers had a rather chivalrous demeanor and would occasionally distribute some money to refugees.
Because of this, this group of people has a high reputation among the people, but they have been suppressed by the government, warlords and even their peers.
Until the end of the rule of the Braided Court, the size of their gang was always small, but they were extremely keen on all kinds of large ancient tombs, especially the tombs of the Pre-Qin Dynasty, and they were eager to steal them, even to the point of madness.
Everyone, including Mei Qian's subordinates, was puzzled by this.
Ancient tombs before the Qin Dynasty are difficult to find. Secondly, the burial objects are mostly bronzes, which have great cultural value and have nothing to do with tomb robbers. They are far less popular outside than ancient jades from the Han and Tang Dynasties, porcelain from the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, and are heavy and difficult to carry.
Mei Qian strictly prohibits selling to foreigners, as they don't earn much every time they go to the tomb.
But Mei Qian has been doing it for decades and still enjoys it.
In fact, they don't understand that Mei Qian is a person who has suffered. Although he only lasted for half a month, he saw the rare darkness in the world. The drought and drought brought him into contact with another side of the world. For a time traveler,
These impacts are undoubtedly huge, enough to destroy a person's outlook on life and change a person's character.
Mei Qian, who became the Iron-faced Buddha, no longer pursues survival. He is searching for the remains of his ancestors with only one goal - to be extraordinary...
After finishing this paragraph, Mei Qian, who was in front of the computer, stretched his stiff neck. Looking at the saved manuscripts on the software that could be updated for more than ten days, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Unlike Mei Qian, who was washing up and able to control time freely, the conference room of a hotel in Hangzhou was still brightly lit until early morning.
Just this afternoon, the 317 Special Task Force, which is jointly operated by the police in Xiadu, Hangcheng and Haicheng, the Customs Anti-Smuggling Bureau and the Archaeological Bureau, was announced.
The purpose is to investigate the "Smuggling of Extra Large Cultural Relics on the Beidou Star", and this is the headquarters of Hangzhou City.
Since the special group has just been established, the cooperation between the various groups needs to be adjusted, and many members have not yet arrived, so the progress of the preliminary work is actually not fast.
However, after the existing staff worked overtime, a lot of information was still being collected and summarized one after another.
However, as the person in charge of Hangzhou City, Lou Qingshan looked increasingly disappointed as he flipped through the pages of investigation reports.
A young police officer looked at him carefully and sighed: "The shipping company to which the Big Dipper belongs is still investigating, and no connection with Mei Qian has been found so far. Moreover, the company is in Europe and needs the support of Interpol, which may not happen soon.
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"Do your best!" Lou Qingshan frowned, thought for a while and asked: "Where is Mei Qian? Has Xiadu sent the information?"
The young police officer looked even more bitter: "There is no overlap between Mei Qian's life trajectory and Zhou Kuan's. The only possibility is half an hour in the woods or a few days on a cruise ship. Captain Lou, are we going in the wrong direction?
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"Impossible! Do you still remember the ghost ship incident two years ago? It was a genuine smuggling ship. A writer only went out to sea twice in total, and both of them involved the smuggling of cultural relics. The coincidence is beyond belief." Lou Qingshan was determined.
road.
"But both ships sank, and the cultural relics didn't get out at all." The young police officer whispered: "The first time he took the initiative to report the case, and the second time he almost died. I think he simply clashed with the smuggling group.
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But before he could finish his words, he was stared back. Lou Qingshan continued to look through the files: "It seems that everything has returned to its original point. All the keys lie in Mei Qian's whereabouts six years ago."
"It's very difficult!" The young police officer was frightened on the surface, but he had a strong spirit of complaining and muttered to himself: "Xiadu Cha Meiqian has been away for a day or two. The files are piled high. I don't think this is a breakthrough."
"Then your team will be responsible for this matter. Didn't you say that he is going on a trip? Keep an eye on him. What time does he eat, what time does he go to bed, and what time does he talk in his dreams? I want to know, so hurry up and go
manage!"
"Ah?" The young police officer was startled, but he immediately stood still and saluted, "Yes!"
Of course, Mei Qian didn't know that there were people far away in Hangzhou who were obsessed with him and were even interested in what he said in his sleep.
I guess even if he knew, he wouldn't care at this time, and he might even be a little bit excited in his heart?
After a peaceful sleep, Mei Qian booked the tickets early the next morning and prepared to get up and head to the station when the time was almost up.
However, his trip this time was destined to be bumpy, because he suffered setbacks one after another from the beginning.
It can be said that not long after he put down his mobile phone to book tickets, just like yesterday, another group of uninvited guests came...
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