I heard that I'm a tomb robber

Chapter 289 Story (V)

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

It's a pity that the location of Qin Huangling's Mausoleum has been unknown in the past, so such topics can only be regarded as eternal mysteries.

Now that there is a pit of terracotta warriors and horses as evidence, and after the discovery of the robbery hole that once led directly to the bottom of the tomb, the curiosity of all those who directly or indirectly participated in it has risen to the peak.

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

The people in the camp now are people who can think, and they can't wait to open the door of the tomb and go in to have a look.

Of course, Li Chen is no exception. As an old criminal policeman who has worked for several years, it is his instinct to get to the bottom of it. ghost place.

But archeology is very different from their police work, also because of its different nature.The former is related to history and culture. It pays attention to slow work and meticulous work, and strives for completeness.

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

Therefore, as a criminal policeman, there is always a sense of urgency when handling a case, and I am afraid that if I procrastinate, I will face the next victim.

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

The same is true for the Mausoleum of Qinhuang, but the problem now is that the robbery cave has collapsed before, and only part of it has been re-excavated and reinforced.After finding the corpse of a tomb robber, the excavation work was stalled for two days. Meetings were held to study and study, and finally decided to continue digging and cleaning.

It's a pity that everything was useless. After advancing less than two meters, the staff found that digging in could damage the structure of the tomb, causing a chain reaction. No one was willing to take such a risk, and no one dared to take such a serious responsibility.

This also means that the method of entering the tomb from a robbery hole is no longer advisable.

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

It's not that they can't do it, but that after 2000 years, the geology and landforms here have been changed too much either by nature or by man.It takes various advanced equipment and a series of detections to get the results, which is a rather long process.

The archaeological community is used to this, but Li Chen is different. Out of his professional habits, he is very anxious.

When he saw a group of scholars busy in a meeting, but still couldn't come up with a plan, he wished to suggest that a certain writer should be tied up.

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, and after everyone has been screened, there are very few left.

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

It is also considered invisible.

There were several dark thoughts in his heart that were suppressed in an instant, but no one knew about them from the beginning to the end, let alone mentioned them to anyone.

Not to mention that he knew someone, it was not easy to start.

He has no right to do so, nor does his responsibility and professional discipline allow him to do so.

He is a policeman, not a cruel official.

Well, let's have a drink...
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The drinking party has become a dinner party, and a shallow drink is equivalent to not drinking. After Mei Qian returned home, she felt a little insomnia.

He simply opened his eyes and stroked the myriad of thoughts hidden in his heart.

The strange and huge memories before have always troubled Mei Qian, in fact, it has been the same until now.

Fortunately, these memories have always seemed to be separated from him by something, so they didn't have much impact on his life, nor did they really change his current personality.

But walking on the street tonight, I can't help recalling the clear but somewhat vague "past events" in my mind.

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

If it is system infusion, it would be too detailed, and some small things that should have been ignored are now vividly remembered.

But if it is really a past experience, the ancient tombs described in his novels have been there one by one, and the system is only obtained by accident in a certain tomb robbery. He has some auxiliary tools with real-time capabilities, but he feels unwilling.

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

At this moment, his desire to verify his memory in person became stronger and stronger.

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

All benefactors and enemies may have been sent away.

Now he's just a writer, a law-abiding citizen with an ex-con.

What does the Iron Faced Buddha have to do with someone like Mei?
In comparison, the words Zhang Yu left before leaving made him more concerned.

He knew that the other party was secretly conveying some kind of information.

It seemed that someone was going against him.

He understood Zhang Yu's character. If the threat came from the police, due to professional ethics, the other party might not mention a word, or even avoid him, so today's dinner would not be possible.

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

That is to say, someone was going to touch him, and Zhang Yu noticed some clues, but he couldn't be sure, so he could only remind him.

It's not the police, and it's not a tomb robbery organization that had conflicts before, which is very interesting...
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On the second day, Mei Qian still followed the routine she had developed in the past few days, closing the study room after breakfast and typing honestly.

Because he had a draft for a long time ago, the writing was very smooth, and even the speed of the code words was super-level. He didn't finish the three chapters of the plot of the righteous men in the rivers and lakes beating the drought, and he planned to add more.

This also has something to do with the fact that the fighting plot is suitable for dragging the chapters, so you don't need to worry too much.

Of course, he Mei and others generally don't use their brains very much when writing books.

Cough!

This part of the plot is more interesting. The previous article said that the protagonist Mei Qian was able to survive the catastrophe year by hugging her thigh, and followed a group of people to follow the drought man to leave the disaster area and reach the bank of the Yellow River.

Perhaps out of instinct, every time Hanba went to a place, he would look for a tomb to hide in, and because of this, there was Tufuzi in the team.

Because of the complex membership structure, contradictions are inevitable.

A few Taoist priests didn't want to see the Tufuzi, and the Tufuzi didn't like the fake and noble Taoist priests. The two groups quarreled three times a day, and they often had to rely on the leading officials to smooth things over.

This ninth-rank petty official under Lord Futai is polite to everyone, because he needs both groups of people, and he can't afford to offend anyone.Only the exile novice monks who joined temporarily and were suspected of being rebels came and went.

Our protagonist, Mei Qian, has only half-full of life when he recognizes the oldest Tu Fuzi in the team as his master. Therefore, except for his master and a senior brother, no one takes him seriously. In the team, he is just a little transparent, and Because he was young, he naturally acted as a coolie in the team.

If he had just time traveled, the protagonist still had a sense of superiority as a time traveler. When he figured out the age he was in, he swore that he would rather go up the mountain and burn a few holes in his head than leave a pig's tail braid.After starving for more than ten days, this idea has long been wiped away.

What is ugly and has no dignity, what is the future of tomb robbery?who cares?He just wants to live.

But when a group of people went down to the tomb, and the righteous men of the rivers and lakes began to fight Hanba, the protagonist who could only shout and cheer had other ideas. It turned out that zombies really existed, and he saw a new world...

In the end, after a lot of hard work, the team was reduced by half, and the leading old Taoist priest finally used talisman paper and a mahogany sword to turn Hanba into ashes.

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

It's finally time to reward internally.

No one else, because in the tomb, it is inevitable to touch the funerary objects inside, and with the acquiescence of the petty official, the living people will share the spoils.

As a cheerleader, of course Mei Qian couldn't get any good things. He picked through a pile of junk, and finally put a beautifully shaped ceramic fox into his arms...

Mei Qian didn't even bother with lunch, and didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she finished writing the plot.

After taking a sip of water and checking it, he planned to post all these chapters.

Habitually using my mobile phone to click on the comments, I found that the inside is quite lively, because today is late, there are countless reminder posts, and some even swear that this book is a eunuch.

Mei Qian immediately raised her eyebrows, and unconsciously slowed down the mouse click to release.

Well, should we turn it into a monthly update and send this batch of readers away?
(End of this chapter)