I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 215 Hunting (Part )

Qin Jian spoke all at once, the slight intoxication from the mulberry wine seeming to have only spread to his brain at this moment. He had lost his usual worldly-experienced calmness and self-composure, and a blush suddenly appeared on his usually expressionless face. His dark eyes stared at He Si, flashing a few times, and at that moment he looked like a young man in his twenties.

"Ah Si, I like you."

He Si, who was immersed in reasoning, stopped. Her eyes, which had been narrowed due to thinking, slowly widened. Her sight was dazed for a while, and then focused on that familiar face. That face, which was always cold and ruthless, had a very rare color. Countless words rolled in her throat, but she couldn't find the right words. She was a little at a loss for a moment.

"You don't have to respond so quickly." Qin Jian's facial features softened, and he blinked before saying softly, "Since we have been destined to be together for two lifetimes, I can always wait for you in this life."

"No... No..." He Si avoided the smiling gaze and cleared her throat to pluck up courage, "I already knew it a long time ago."

"But I want a sense of ceremony." Qin Jian laughed, and the deep laughter weakened the danger in his words. "Besides, I always feel that when the truth is revealed, I want to express my feelings seriously."

"I like you too."

"Eh." This time, Qin Jian was the one who was confused.

He Si didn't stop, and seemed to want to use a joking way to cover up the heaviness of her words: "In the movies I've seen, if someone goes to the final battle without finishing their words, thinking that they can pour out their heart after returning victorious, they will most likely be stabbed in the final battle."

"Stolen?" Although Qin Jian tried to create a sense of ritual like a young man, he couldn't keep up with the young people's language and couldn't help frowning.

He Si was used to it, and explained seriously: "The ruthless sword in the sword means that he was killed by the screenwriter."

"Oh, I see." Qin Jian nodded in sudden enlightenment. The romantic atmosphere in the room, which was set off by the aroma of wine and the sudden confession, came to an end during this question and answer. "Speaking of death, it seems that there is one thing we have overlooked."

"Death?" He Si frowned and thought for a moment. She couldn't connect the things around her with such a heavy topic. She tilted her head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Do you remember the trigger of the illusion?"

"Trigger point?" The amount of information today was too much, and the brain was already overloaded. He Si forced herself to rewind her memory and sort out the details before entering the illusion. Finally, she found the warmth of holding hands in the messy memories. "We drank some wine, and you wanted to clean up the dishes, and then... I held your hand."

"There is one more thing," Qin Jian said, and he suddenly became proud. "It can be regarded as Ah Si's confession to me."

"Hey, what confession? It was obviously you who confessed to me first."

"You asked me to come find you. If you are destined to be unable to escape the cycle of life and death, in the next life, you asked me to come find you before Song Zhaoxuan."

"This……"

"Ah Si, have you noticed that in the two dreams you experienced, the girl rushing to the battlefield you saw earlier or the female doctor looking for the Pharmacist Hall you saw today, it was not Song Zhaoxuan who went to find you. It was you who was looking for them all along."

"I..." He Si suddenly thought of the time before she met Qin Jian. She seemed to have an inexplicable affection for Song Zhaoxuan. If she hadn't met Qin Jian, would things have developed like in the previous dream? Would she have fallen hopelessly in love with Song Zhaoxuan, lost him, and traveled thousands of miles to find him, or even committed suicide for love? No, He Si suddenly felt absurd. She was just her, and had never been the woman in the dream. But why did Qin Jian suddenly bring up this matter? Before she had time to ask, she suddenly saw Qin Jian's eyes change and shook his head at her. He Si immediately fell silent.

Qin Jian's cell phone also vibrated twice at this moment. He lowered his head and studied it carefully. Apart from playing Candy Crush, Qin Jian seldom used his cell phone. He Si was moved by his expression and leaned over to take a look. Unexpectedly, Qin Jian also turned his head at this moment, and their breaths intertwined for an instant.

"What...what's going on?" He Si asked, trying to stay calm. "Where is this?" Qin Jian was still brief and to the point. He stepped back and asked, "What's the address of your grandmother's house?"

"Dong...Dongtou Village..."

He Si hadn't finished her stumbling reply when she suddenly felt a ripple in the calm air. First, a pair of indestructible yellow boots appeared, followed by long legs in overalls. Before the person appeared, a voice came from afar: "Uncle Qin, you're too hard to find."

"what's up?"

"Was it you just now?"

Qin Jian and He Si's voices came at the same time. Fan Yu looked around and asked himself, "Whose question should I answer first? Ladies first. I wanted to give Uncle Qin a surprise, but I went to all the places Uncle Qin often went to and couldn't find him. I can only send a text message to find out."

Fan Yu sniffed his nose as he spoke, and added: "This is Wuweizhai's lotus root and pork ribs soup, right? Why does it smell like alcohol? What are you two trying to do secretly without telling the organization?"

He Si had something on her mind, and her face suddenly became red with anger when she was asked this question. Just as she was about to reveal the truth, she heard Qin Jian ask expressionlessly, "What is it?"

"Answer them one by one," Fan Yu didn't care. He lay on the old sofa with his arms and legs spread out, put his hands behind his head, crossed his legs and said slowly, "There is news about a batch of cultural relics that were stolen and lost overseas in the early years. Director Deng wants you to help dig some holes first. He said digging holes, but in fact he might want to beat them up."

"What is it?"

"This?" Fan Yu said, looking at He Si in an extremely exaggerated manner.

Qin Jian was too lazy to pay attention to him, but He Si was amused by his exaggerated acting skills and said with a smile: "How about I avoid him?"

Fan Yu stopped when he saw that things were going well, and stopped his lazy posture before saying, "It doesn't hurt to tell you about it. Stein, Pelliot, Oldenburg, Warner..."

Every time Fan Yu said a name, Qin Jian's face turned colder, but He Si just felt unfamiliar. She shrugged helplessly and said, "Is it a foreign collector?"

"He is a cultural relic thief."

Fan Yu nodded. Seeing He Si's surprised expression, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. He added: "He Si, you always know a thing or two about all the cultural relics you encounter along the way. I didn't expect that this time I finally reached the blind spot of your knowledge."

But before Fan Yu could finish his pride, he heard He Si ask, half doubtfully and half confidently, "Dunhuang?"

"How do you know everything?" Fan Yu almost jumped up from the sofa.

"It's really Dunhuang!" He Si's eyes showed surprise, and Qin Jian asked, "Who is it?"

Fan Yu shook his head and said, "It is Dunhuang, yes, but the stolen cultural relics involved this time have nothing to do with these people."

"Then tell me their names!" He Si was so angry that even Qin Jian couldn't help knocking on the table twice and asked, "Who are they?"

"The Otani Expedition."