"Oh, let me go, this... what kind of place is this? Big head? Ak? Don't tease me, come out quickly!"
In the silent darkness, a bright light flashed out, and the dazzling bright light overwhelmed the dim spotlights on the roof, and a loud shout came.
Bang!
"Hold dates! What the hell is this! Am I locked up? Brothers, stop making trouble and turn on the lights! People will die!"
The sound became more and more frightening, but the surrounding area was still dark and silent.
"Oh, let me go...I...I...what am I doing? My body...my mouth...ah...where the hell is this? What the hell is wrong with me..."
The heart-rending screams rang out all night long.
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"Doctor, there's been something strange going on in the library these days."
"Oh? What should I say?"
Cai Qiyuan raised his head, his hands were dirty, and he adjusted his glasses with the back of his hand.
"There is always some movement at night. I looked everywhere but couldn't find it, but the noise kept coming. Do you think it is..."
"Which museums? What is the sound? What time does the evening start and what time does it end?"
Cai Qiyuan has been doing research in the library since he was a master's student, and he is very familiar with everyone at the top and bottom. For example, the security director Lao Qin who he is chatting with always likes to see him when he has nothing to do.
No, when encountering something weird, the first thing that comes to mind is not the library leader, but the guy who asked Bowen to get acquainted with him.
Because he is obsessed with archeology, and archeology involves many majors, folk customs, etc., Cai Qiyuan has studied a wide range of myths, strange sects, and legends.
"Before the Song Dynasty Hall, it was the busiest during the Zhou, Han and Tang Dynasties. It was like going to a market! It usually started about an hour after closing and continued until the sunrise in the early morning, which is when the rooster crows at four o'clock.
Bar!"
"Haha, it looks like a ghost market!"
"Alas! It's really not certain. Our current territory is so far away. From Fengming Qishan to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there are layers of fortresses. I don't know how many dynasties there are.
It’s a tomb, and it’s normal to have some ghost markets. Maybe these old guys from different dynasties meet here, have a drink, visit a brothel, and do some business, how appropriate!”
"Well! Master Qin is extraordinary, even Fengming Qishan knows it, and all the figures from all dynasties and generations are well-known!"
"Hey, Doctor, please don't laugh at me. Talking to you so blindly is a bit of a waste. I don't dare to say more. I can find someone from the third or fourth level to give them a lecture. I dare to agree.
Do you believe it?"
Lao Qin laughed out loud.
"Besides, how can the people who grew up under the wall forget the big things and small things of their ancestors!"
"Believe it! But, Mr. Qin, remember to pay me some apprenticeship fees, ah? Hahaha..."
Cai Qiyuan is not like a nerd, but is full of energy and likes to chat and socialize. To be honest, if you are not good at talking and strong in archeology, then you have to go underground and run to the dock to look for clues. How can you do it?
Forget about wearing glasses, loving to play football, loving running, not having boring thoughts, and having a mouth like a jelly bean.
"But what does Mr. Qin think of this matter?"
"Tsk...do you believe the old saying?"
Lao Qin chewed his teeth and showed a strange smile.
"It depends on what happened. No matter how bizarre it is, we just haven't figured it out. I think this is a ghost myth."
As a senior intellectual, Cai Qiyuan's words are really contrary to the world view of intellectuals. He has completely forgotten what Confucius said.
However, Lao Qin likes it. Otherwise, the two of them can always chat together if their cultures are very different.
"I once quietly went to see those museums in the dark, but as soon as I stepped in, the sound disappeared! It was so dark inside that I couldn't see what was going on, which made me
I haven’t had a good sleep for several days.”
"Why, the infrared surveillance didn't find anything?"
Lao Qin slapped his thigh and said, "You are on point! This infrared monitor is like falling asleep, there is no reaction at all! Xiao Zhao and I have tested it carefully, and the picture... is actually still! But wait for Xiao Zhao
Zhao's figure entered the surveillance camera, and the picture moved again!"
As he spoke, he felt a chill on his back and numbness on his scalp.
The security of museums and ancient ruins are all brave people, and there are no taboos about anything weird, just like the night vigil in Yizhuang in ancient times.
But even so, Lao Qin could be frightened like this, which shows how weird this thing is.
Cai Qiyuan frowned, feeling that the situation was a bit beyond expectations.
"You didn't report it to the library?"
"Of course I have to report it as soon as possible, but you also know Deputy Director Wang, I am being scolded this time! I almost lost my job as security director, hey... who can I ask to reason with this?"
"It seems that Mr. Qin is looking for me to have some drinks?"
Cai Qiyuan raised his eyebrows and understood Lao Qin's intention. He wanted him to help figure out the matter. He did not refuse. He was also very interested in this kind of "weird power and chaos".
"Hahahaha...doctor knows me well, and it just so happens that I'm not on duty today. Let's chat over a drink?"
"Wait for me to pack up and leave immediately."
After washing up and changing clothes, the two of them walked out of the West Second Gate, went into an alley, and found a tavern. The owner was familiar with them, so they didn't need to give orders. According to the old rules, the food and drinks were served soon.
The two of them were exchanging glasses of wine, leaving aside the conversation.
Late at night, at around 11 o'clock, the two of them returned to the museum half drunk and half awake, greeted the security guard who was keeping watch, arranged everything, and quietly headed towards the first exhibition hall, He He Zongzhou, under the guidance of Mr. Qin.
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The distance from the Public Security Department to Hehe Zongzhou is not close, and they need to pass through the Tang Dynasty Weather and National Treasure Hall. In order to reduce the noise, the two of them used the weak lights in the hall, holding a flashlight, and walked in the dark with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Travel through.
The lights at night are dim, and the range they illuminate is limited. The dim yellow light pierces the darkness, and the blurred passages make people feel like they don’t know where the front leads. It always seems as if there is a figure leading the way.
Gradually, except for the slightly heavy breathing of the two people, there was no other sound in the air.
Suddenly, there were bursts of whispers in my ears. I couldn't hear them clearly or understand them. They didn't seem like modern language, and they didn't seem like words spoken by people in this world.
Cai Qiyuan and Lao Qin stopped, opened their mouths, and breathed through their noses. They turned to look at each other, but they saw a look of fear and curiosity in their eyes, and they were mostly awake from the wine.
Cai Qiyuan curled his lips towards Lao Qin and shook his head. Lao Qin nodded slightly.
Snapped!
There was a very slight sound from the flashlight button, but it carried very far in the silence.
Suddenly, the whispers disappeared.
The extreme silence caused bursts of silent tinnitus in the ears, and even the time was stretched out!
After what seemed like a long time, it seemed like only a minute or two, the whispers came slowly again.
Gradually, it seemed that their hearts got used to this weirdness, and the darkness was no longer so scary. The two looked at each other again, nodded in encouragement, and then quietly moved forward.
The figure moved forward and backward under the light for a while. Cai Qiyuan looked at his figure with teeth and claws, as if it was pushing him back and pulling him forward, accompanied by strange whispers in his ears, which made him feel like he was being led to hell by a bull-headed horse-faced figure.
a feeling of.
But the various cultural relics from different dynasties on both sides were like ghosts from hell, looking down at me with ferocious faces!
However, with the previous lesson, he did not dare to speak. The road was long, and as he slowly approached He He Zongzhou, the whispers became louder and louder. There seemed to be quarrels, complaints, and unwillingness, but there should be a lot of them.
People are talking at the same time.
The two stopped at the door and listened quietly.
Lao Qin looked at Cai Qiyuan with questioning eyes, and Cai Qiyuan shook his head slightly.
Ever since he heard those voices, he has been wondering. As a doctor of archaeology, not to mention how familiar he is with local dialects and foreign languages, he can at least determine which place they belong to.
And the more he listened to the words in the library, the weirder his face became.
As a person from the Fujian region in the south, he clearly knows that this...isn't this the ancient Central Plains language?!
These languages are still scattered in the southeastern coast of Fujian, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, Guangdong and other vast areas.
When did a bunch of southerners run into the museum? How did they get in? Are they trying to do something bad?
Seeing the strange look on Cai Qiyuan's face, Lao Qin touched his head with a curious look on his face, but did not dare to disturb him.
Suddenly, Cai Qiyuan shouted loudly and spoke a strange language. Lao Qin was confused. Why was his tone so similar to the voices inside?
Are they fellow villagers?
At this time, Cai Qiyuan, after shouting loudly, had already rushed out, quickly entered the hall, and chased in the direction of the predicted sound.
But to his disappointment, there was no one inside!
In the middle of the night, even if his voice was loud, several people were escaping in the museum in a hurry. There must have been a lot of movement. Why was there no one around and no sound?
At this time, he was stopping in front of a cultural relic and kept looking around.
Sudden!
Through the glass, with his profound professional sensitivity, he felt something was wrong, and his eyes moved forward, almost touching the glass partition.
Inside the partition is a bronze vessel named Riji Gong.
The gong is a special-shaped wine container and drinking vessel among the many wine vessels in the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
The whole body of the Japanese drink is composed of a cover and a rectangular body. The front end of the cover is a double-column corner Kui dragon head, the rear end is in the shape of a tiger's head, the middle spine is a small dragon, and both sides are decorated with long-tailed phoenix patterns...
There is a lot of nonsense in it, but to put it simply and straightforwardly, this guy looks like a Kui dragon lying on a square wine vessel. What’s even weirder is that this guy has a toad’s mouth and is grinning all day long.
That smile is almost like a sister to Mona Lisa.
"What's up, doctor? Did you find anything?"
Lao Qin's big face came over and looked at the Japanese drinker with curiosity.
"It seems that my mouth has been moved this day..."
"Impossible! The glass cover has not been moved, how could it be? Besides, if the glass cover had been moved, the alarm would have gone off long ago!"
"I didn't say that the glass cover had been moved, nor did I say that it had been 'moved'. What I meant was...it had been moved by itself..."
"It moved on its own... Doctor, are you kidding? That's even more inappropriate... What did you say? It, it, it moved on its own? You mean..."
"Well, it moved its body bones on its own, do you understand?"
"My dear, how is this possible! Doctor, don't tease me. Is it possible that a cultural relic can still come back to life?"
"..."
Cai Qiyuan ignored Lao Qin, but continued to frown and watch the Japanese drink.
"Why do you think this idiot is grinning like a toad all day long? Are you looking at the female toad?"
Lao Qin looked at the rough and bold figure of the Riji Gong and wanted to laugh and scold it.
"Who are you calling second-rate? Your family is the second-rate, your family is the mother toad! Your whole family is second-rate! Your ancestors have been second-rate for eighteen generations!"
A sharp and angry voice suddenly penetrated into their ears!