my causal simulator

Chapter 18 The Tomb
"Ouch, old Fan, look at what you said." Wang Weiguo laughed loudly and said, "It's as if you already knew it. Hey, hey, old man, don't pretend, wake up! You've been declaring North and South all along. Diehards who don’t have channels!”

Everyone else laughed. The bickering between these two masters in the history world has long been a common occurrence in the institute.

According to Fan Lao's personality, he would definitely laugh it off at this time, but unexpectedly, Fan Zeng's expression suddenly became serious.

"Mobile phone, my mobile phone!" He touched his body, only to realize that he had put the mobile phone outside before entering the dry well.

"Pretend, keep pretending!" Wang Weiguo said with a smile: "Can you still find something in your mobile phone to prove that the chat information you have known for a long time can't come out?"

Fan Zeng didn't pay attention to him at all, but his expression was very serious, which made everyone around him feel that something was wrong.

"what happened?"

Lao Fan didn't answer, he seemed to be thinking about something, and soon a staff member thoughtfully brought him the phone.

Fan Zeng quickly unlocked, clicked on the mailbox, and opened the thesis that Lin Shuhang gave him.

After reading a few lines and confirming that there was nothing wrong with his memory, he turned his head to Wang Weiguo and said, "There are no chat records, but there is a paper. Would you like to read it?"

Wang Weiguo was taken aback for a moment, while the other old men leaned over curiously.

But after reading a few lines, everyone became restless.

Wang Weiguo was also stunned, and finally grabbed Lao Fan's mobile phone, checked and double-checked the time when this paper was sent to his mailbox.

"Yesterday at 2:23 p.m., we just contacted our research institute at that time, and we haven't even set off yet, let alone the survey results, this..."

This article was written before the 'Zhennan Gate' was discovered, so it is obviously not a copy of the material.

imagination?
In archaeological research, you may be able to use your imagination to get one or two things right, but if you want to say that everything is right, it is difficult to explain it with "mongering".

Either they saw some ancient books that had never been seen in this world, or they analyzed everything by themselves through the smallest clues that no one else noticed.

But to achieve such meticulous observation and logical reasoning ability, even Di Renjie would be ashamed of himself in the rebirth, and there is no such thing as a coincidence.

They are all in this business, and they know all too well about this.

This thesis, no matter whether it is obtained through the study of ancient books, or obtained through actual analysis, or it is said that it is purely imagined, its gold content is absolutely amazing!
If there is a Nobel Prize in History, it would be unreasonable not to comment on him.

"...Who is this person? Your student?"

"Graduation thesis... Oh my God, this is not a graduation thesis. This thesis is more than enough for postgraduate entrance examinations and Ph.D."

"The literary talent is also good, and the organization is very clear." This is Aiwu Jiwu: "Such a detailed analysis and research, and such amazing accuracy, this man is simply a genius!"

"Old Fan, how old is your student?"

A group of national treasure-level experts were all dumbfounded in surprise, watching Fan Zeng's eager questioning.

Fan Zeng laughed out loud, his face flushed.

How do you say that?The apprentice is promising, and the master is bright!
"Bring it here!" Lao Fan snatched the phone back from Wang Weiguo's hand, and dialed Lin Shuhang's number directly.

beep~ beep~ beep~
A group of national treasure experts waited with bated breath, but no one answered until they automatically hung up.

"Cough..." Fan Zeng coughed dryly and dialed again, but still no one answered.

Looking at the doubtful or questioning eyes around him, Lao Fan could only laugh awkwardly, and put away his phone: "... Ha! I must be too tired from working on the thesis yesterday, and I'm probably still asleep now! Later Fight again!"

"...Old Fan, it's 03:30 in the afternoon."

"What happened at 03:30?" Fan Zeng stared, "I wrote a good article, and I was so excited that I didn't sleep all night. Can't I catch up on sleep today?"

After beating Wang Weiguo, Fan Zeng's face was beaming, but his stomach was a little angry.

He didn't care much about his reputation in the circle, but in front of these old friends, he took the initiative to call his students, but they didn't answer, which really hurt his self-esteem.

It was a rare time when Lao Wang was completely let go, but... this brat, what kind of plane is he doing!

While thinking about it, I suddenly saw a commotion over the shed.

Immediately afterwards, the tarpaulin was suddenly lifted, and several staff members in protective clothing ran out carrying the other two unconscious people: "Ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

The experts were slightly taken aback. These staff members are the backbone of the research institute and have considerable archaeological experience. The entrance of the tomb below is not dangerous. How could something happen?
Could it be that the bottom has collapsed?But I didn't hear any noise just now.

They all stood up, and before they could ask, a staff member in protective clothing trotted towards them, shouting in a panic as he ran: "Old Fan, Old Wang! Something strange happened. !"

………………

Lin Shuhang was chatting with Lao Lin in the living room, so naturally he didn't hear the ringing of the cell phone in the bedroom.

Hearing his son's thoughts, Lao Lin was a little silent.

As parents, we all want the best for our children, let alone being a drag on them.

But his graduation thesis has already been handed in, and the contract with the Seventeenth High School in C City has also been negotiated. It seems that the matter has become a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed.

"Xiaohang, no matter what choice you make, your parents will definitely support you." Lao Lin finally said, "It's good to be in City C, at least it's close to home, and you can come back on weekends. Dad is content."

"You don't need to talk about the food delivery. I know that your salary is not bad, but you have just joined the job. You have to improve your relationship with colleagues and improve your personal image. You spend a lot of money, so don't always worry about it. Thinking about sending us money, besides, your mother and I want to save money for you to marry a wife."

"That's it. Don't try to persuade me. Don't worry. Your mother and I are used to it. Going out for activities makes us feel better. If we stay at home, we'll feel restless and uncomfortable."

"In this way, when your side stabilizes, your mother and I will switch to part-time jobs first. We will only go for a run during the day, and we won't have to go out sooner or later. Don't worry about that."

"Sign the contract the day after tomorrow and start working. I'm going to look for a house tomorrow, right? Do you want me to accompany you?"

"Okay, you are such an old man, I believe you can take care of yourself, I will give you 1 yuan in a while, and tell me if it is not enough."

"It's better to rent a house, buy a more formal suit, integrate into a unit, and don't chat with colleagues around you. Eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink, play what you should play, and be social. This Things at work, it is different from doing academic and research at school..."

"Don't talk about your mother for the time being, so as not to make you reluctant to part with the bitter scene, I will explain to her later..." Lao Lin nagged for a long time, finally laughed, and patted his son's face. Shoulder: "When you get out, do it well, give the old Lin family a good reputation, and come out as a human being!"

(End of this chapter)