When the deputy director learned that Ling Fan was going to stay in the museum all night, his expression suddenly changed. "You are simply a lunatic. If you meet him, you will die, just like Zhang Junqiang, you will be killed!"
"The curator said excitedly when he heard that Ling Fan really wanted to arrest the ancient general who was watching the night.
Ling Fan shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "I won't believe some things unless I experience them myself, so as for the legendary ancient night watch general, I want to verify it myself. Even if he was killed, he would not believe it.
It’s better than handling the case in a daze, hehe.”
Seeing that Ling Fan had made up his mind, the curator could only let out a long sigh, and then said helplessly: "Since you force your request, I naturally can't stop you, but you must be careful, because that legend is really true. If
If you see that ancient general on patrol at night, you must hold your breath and don't make a sound. Only in this way will he not notice you, do you understand?"
Ling Fan frowned and asked doubtfully: "What's going on? Do I have to hold my breath all the time? I will suffocate to death!"
"When you encounter it, you can't make a sound even if you are suffocated to death, let alone breathe!" The deputy director's face suddenly darkened, and he said to Ling Fan with a look of anger, "Because that kind of thing is deadly.
They can sense the existence of living creatures through breathing and sound, so you must be careful and don’t come into contact with them when the time comes, otherwise you will end up like Zhang Junqiang.”
He originally thought that lurking in the museum was not too dangerous, but when he heard the deputy director's introduction, his heart immediately became anxious. It seemed that there might be danger again.
In order to ensure sufficient safety, Ling Fan and Tian Yu returned to the headquarters after collecting the museum's information and told everyone about the clues they found in the museum. Sure enough, as Ling Fan said, everyone was confident that the museum would appear.
I have some doubts about the ancient general who patrolled the night.
"Lao Gu, you are an expert in this field, do you think this is possible?" Ling Fan looked at Gu Rufeng sitting beside him and asked.
At this time, Gu Rufeng was holding a novel of unknown name and reading it enthusiastically. Ling Fan called him three times before waking him up.
"Hey, Lao Gu, what are you reading, why are you so entranced?!" Ling Fan stared at the book in Lao Gu's hand and asked strangely.
Lao Gu smiled and said: "It's an interesting book. It's also about solving supernatural crimes. The protagonist has the same name as your boy, also called Ling Fan, haha."
"Uh... you old boy, you are making fun of me again. Now let's get down to business. I want to ask you what you think about the presence of ancient generals on night watch in the museum?" Ling Fan looked at Gu Rufeng and asked angrily.
Gu Rufeng closed his hand, then looked at Ling Fan, and said in a calm tone: "Actually, some things cannot be understood by our current technology. I have read the book in my hand, Gu Rufeng.
Then it has some awareness of me, but when I regard reading it as a part of my life, it will have a memory of me. As time goes by, this memory will become more and more obvious..."
Listening to Lao Gu's theory, Ling Fan suddenly understood something, but it felt very fresh and asked: "Lao Gu, you mean that those ancient cultural relics have their own protected memories, and those memories have been preserved for thousands of years.
The tempering has settled down, and these things came together, so that ancient general who patrolled the night appeared, right?" Gu Rufeng reached out and patted Ling Fan on the shoulder, laughed, and said: "A child can be taught, a child can be taught
Teach, haha, that's the truth. In my opinion, the ancient general who patrolled the night may just be the memory of those thousand-year-old cultural relics, and by putting them together, the energy effect of that memory is amplified."
"But, if the ancient general who patrolled the night is just the memory of those thousand-year-old cultural relics, he should be just a phantom and should not be able to kill people." After listening to Lao Gu's explanation, Chen Yuzhen raised her own doubts.
"Well..." Gu Rufeng scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "Well... well..."
"What is this, that, someone must have used the phantom's hand to achieve the purpose of killing someone with a knife." Fang Yi said immediately when he saw that Lao Gu was trembling and unable to speak.
"Yes, yes, that's what I mean. Hehe, the boss is the boss, and what he said is really to the point." Gu Rufeng extended his thumb towards Fang Yi and shouted with great admiration.
However, Fang Yi did not accept this trick, and slapped off Lao Gu's thumb with one palm, and said to Ling Fan: "Boss Ling, you must be careful when you go to the museum to ambush tonight. Don't do it."
Careless, do you understand?"
Ling Fan smiled and said to Fang Yi: "Boss, don't worry, there will definitely be no problem for me and Tian Yu to be together."
"No, Tian Yu can't go. She went with you, and the ancient general who patrolled the night might not show up." Fang Yi said with a mysterious smile towards Ling Fan.
Fang Yi's words immediately made Ling Fan even more confused and puzzled, and he immediately said: "Boss, what do you mean by this? If Tian Yu doesn't come with me, do you plan to let me go into danger alone?!"
"Hey, you are someone who has experienced strong winds and turbulence. Are you afraid of such a small test?" Fang Yi's eyes flashed with a cunning look, and he began to irritate Ling Fan.
In front of his most beloved woman, Ling Fan certainly didn't pretend to be a bear, and immediately shouted loudly: "Of course, I, Ling Fan, have never experienced anything. I even had a fight with a werewolf in England, no?"
Are you still alive, haha, this time in the museum, you just wait to see my triumphant return, hahahaha."
After everyone's unanimous secret plan, Ling Fan finally had to lurk in the Qingshan City Museum alone. This ending made Ling Fan feel like an abandoned son, although now he was in a secret iron box in the museum.
, but his heart was still beating loudly.
Speaking of this iron box, Fang Yi specially sent people to collect it. The entire iron box was locked from the inside. It was surrounded by thick iron walls. There was only a thumb-sized one on the wall blocking the box right in front.
The connection between the inside and the outside is through the thumb-sized hole.
The night gradually darkened, but Ling Fan, who was in the iron box, maintained a nervous attitude all the time, as if the ancient general would appear in front of him at any time.
Ling Fan was huddled up in the iron box at this time. Although the volume of the iron box was considerable, no matter how large it was, it was still not comfortable to lie down on. Moreover, he had to get up from time to time to observe the situation outside through the thumb-sized hole.
.
However, everything in the museum was as calm as ever, with faint silver lights slowly falling from the top of the museum. There was no sound in the entire museum at this time, and it seemed unusually quiet.
"It's strange, why is it so quiet? It shouldn't be." Ling Fan took out his cell phone from his pocket. It was already 11:30 pm, which was already late at night.
'Well, maybe there really is no such thing as an ancient general who watches the night. Everything was created by them. It's really abominable that a smart person like me would believe such ridiculous rumors...' Ling Fan put away the phone.
He got up, then put his head in his hands and leaned against the wall of the box and muttered to himself.
Perhaps it was because of the late night and the lack of air circulation in the box. In short, for various reasons, Ling Fan felt that his brain was confused and he was feeling groggy, and his eyelids could not help but droop.
The night was still a deep night, and Ling Fan suddenly found himself in the center of the museum hall. Those cultural relics that had been settled for thousands of years were emitting a unique light, which was very majestic and mysterious, making people think.
"Strange, why am I here? Where is my big iron box?" Ling Fan couldn't help but feel a little strange that he was not in the box. He searched around, but still couldn't find his big iron box.
At this moment, there was a sudden rush of footsteps, and then he saw a security guard running hurriedly in front of him, and then something unknown fell from his body, sliding Ling Fan
Under a cultural relic cabinet next to me.
Ling Fan quickly shouted to the security guard: "Hey, your stuff fell..."
However, before Ling Fan finished speaking, the security guard immediately fell to the ground with a thud, and then his whole body fell to the ground. Ling Fan quickly ran forward, ready to help the security guard.
However, when Ling Fan saw the security guard's appearance clearly, his heart skipped a beat because he discovered that the security guard in front of him turned out to be Zhang Junqiang!
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of metal pieces hitting each other behind Ling Fan, and then a huge shadow was thrown towards him, towards Zhang Junqiang.
Ling Fan's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and then he mustered up the courage to look behind him.
When he looked at it, he froze on the spot and saw a tall and powerful man in silver armor standing behind him and Zhang Junqiang.
The armored man couldn't be seen, because everything was dark under the heavy armor.
"Those who steal cultural relics without permission will die!" A cold and profound voice shouted from the mouth of the armored man.
Then a crash was heard, and the man in silver armor was seen raising the sword high with both hands, the legendary Emperor Qin's First Sword.
With a thud, the black sword penetrated Ling Fan's chest, directly assassinating Zhang Junqiang...
The pain from the Xuanjian penetrating through the chest immediately made Ling Fan wake up. He quickly covered his chest. When he realized that nothing happened, he realized that it was just a terrible dream. Just when Ling Fan relaxed a little,
His ears suddenly twitched, because a crisp "clatter" sound came from outside the iron box and reached Ling Fan's ears.