I heard that I'm a tomb robber

The reason why he wants to send the readers away is of course just Mei Qian's whimsy in his head, he really didn't dare to update every month, and honestly posted all the manuscripts, leaving nothing behind.

The unexpected addition made the comment area lively again, and the monthly tickets and rewards also increased a lot in an instant.

Mei Qian took a few glances and then dropped the phone. He had no choice but to keep typing, and his stomach was so hungry.

However, while he was watching TV and making up his lunch, Zhang Yu's phone also followed.

It is estimated that this guy is crazy on sick leave. Not only has he been following his novels, but his skill in chatting on the phone is also getting stronger day by day.

Mei Qian noticed that the other party was looking for something to talk about, so she turned over and over again but didn't get into the topic. Immediately, she became impatient, gnawed the chicken leg in two or three bites, and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter with you calling?"

Sure enough, Zhang Yu changed the subject: "Are you writing this new book, are you going to make trouble again?"

Mei Qian responded vaguely: "Well, what are you talking about? What are you doing?" Ning Chi on the other side had already muted the TV sensiblely. He glanced at him, but still held his phone and walked towards the balcony.

At this time, the person on the other side of the phone asked again: "Didn't you keep saying that the Tang Sancai fox was bought by Li Jiayuan? This time, did you reveal the truth? It really was stolen from the tomb."

Mei Qian's footsteps paused, and she sighed: "I said Lao Zhang, at first I thought you just had a bad kidney, and it turns out that you also have a brain problem, do you understand what a novel is?"

"Really?" There was a sneer on the phone: "When we interrogated you, we only told you that the fox was a pair with the funeral object in the tomb, but we didn't say which tomb it came from? How did you know that? ?” At this point, the volume was lowered to an extremely low level: “Don’t quibble, the ancient tomb described in your new book, both in terms of geographical location and natural environment, is consistent with the ancient tomb filed by the Archaeological Bureau, and the ceramic fox really came from that tomb , don’t tell me it’s all a coincidence.”

Mei Qian rolled her eyes, and asked back: "Old Zhang, you should really take a good look at your head. Yesterday you hurt me, and you forgot after sleeping all night? Tang Sancai Tang Sancai, I have written so many tomb-robbing novels, just a Tang Sancai Tomb, do you think I know?"

When there was no response on the phone, he emphasized in a displeased tone: "Return the old account, right? Okay, I admit that the Tang Sancai yellow-glazed fox was stolen from a tomb 150 years ago. Hurry up and report this important clue to catch me." , do you believe the nonsense?"

He deliberately emphasized the key word "150 years ago", which really extinguished the arrogance of Zhang Yu on the other side.

After a moment of silence, a long sigh came from the phone: "I just think that this new book is more dangerous than all your previous works, so you should do it yourself!"

After saying this, there was only a "beep" in my ears, and the call was hung up.

Mei Qian couldn't help raising his eyebrows. Through the last sentence, and then contacting Zhang Yu's various temptations and hints after taking Da Huan Dan, he could only sigh in his heart. Nine is not far from ten.

Turning around and seeing Ning Chi staring at this place for a moment, he muttered angrily: "I'm so stunned by the handling of the case..."

Back on the sofa, he was full after a few mouthfuls, waved Ning Chi to put away the lunch box, raised Erlang's legs and started smoking, extremely leisurely.

When Ning Chi picked up the phone again, Mei Qian squinted at him: "Your boy has been haunted recently, and you don't have to go to see a psychiatrist every day, is there a special situation?" Then she smiled and said, "Doctor Chen's kind of intellectual Beauty, it matches you quite well."

Ning Chi looked at him for a while with a ghostly look, and sighed: "Brother, didn't you ask me to go to repair the villa with Maomao after consultation? Whether it is worthy or not, Dr. Chen already has children, can you tell me?" Don't talk nonsense."

Mei Qian was embarrassed, and then remembered that a few days ago, because of the extra memory, she was troubled by seeing people in front of her, so she simply found a reason to send people out, but she forgot.

He secretly cursed at himself for being suspicious, and hurriedly changed the subject: "You are about the age to fall in love. You have been running outside for the past few days, so you don't like it?"

Ning Chi pouted: "I'm not in a hurry, why don't you care about Mao Mao first?"

The whole day was talked to death, Mei Qian simply got up, ready to go back to the study, ready to save more manuscripts.

However, before opening the door, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and turned around and said, "It's not an option to stay single all the time. After a few days of annual leave, you and Maomao are both, go find someone by yourself."

"Ah?" Ning Chi was dumbfounded, and said slowly: "I'm leaving, what should I do here?"

Mei Qian didn't answer, but closed the study door with a "bang"...
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To give the assistant a vacation, to be precise, to let Ning Chi, a follower, leave for a while, is purely Mei Qian's temporary idea.

Because of that phone call just now, the thought of preparing to verify the memory in my mind recurred, and I couldn't suppress it no matter what.

Looks like I have to go out and have a look.

Moreover, this operation is only suitable for one person alone. Although Ning Chi's follower is more satisfactory to him, it is far from the level of admitting his secret.

The same goes for Zhang Yu and Maomao.

It's sad to say that at this point, he can't even fully believe his own memory.

Of course, what to do next still needs careful consideration.

What Mei Qian needs most now is to update the novel so that the memories in her mind are more vivid and concrete, instead of the vague state of thinking about it now, which can't be smoothed out...

"Nowadays, the court is chaotic and evildoers are rampant. If you want to survive, you must show your tricks more clearly. If you have to give up, you have to give up. Getting in touch with officials and people is just courting death..."

These words were not said by the good man Mei Qian, but by his master Jiao An.

Don't look at the sloppy old man Jiao An, who is called "Shovel" by people in the world, he looks like a miserable person, but he comes from a family of tomb robbers.

After discovering that the ninth-rank official's attitude towards them and the tomb robbers had changed, the old man decisively found an opportunity and took Mei Qian, the only remaining apprentice, to run away overnight.

Because he knew that Taoist priests might go back to Dongshan to get some rewards. These tomb robbers had no use value, and it would be good if they could be put in prison alive.
The old man's wife died and his son died, and Mei Qian is even a visitor from outside the region. Why is it hard to leave his homeland?They don't have the slightest psychological burden.

It has been a year since I fled all the way south to settle down.

In fact, the old man is not too satisfied with the frail Mei Qian, if it wasn't for the big apprentice who suffered internal injuries from fighting with Hanba and died after leaving the tomb, he would have left some incense to avoid this burden.

But after getting along for a long time, I found that this little disciple was quite clever and filial, so I really accepted him, and slowly began to teach him some real skills, and later I taught him all...