Mountain and Sea Treasures

Chapter 160 Suicide Tragedy
This is a set of on-site pictures. There are five pictures, each of which shows different people displaying different unearthed cultural relics.And one of them was Gu Shunzhang himself on the temporary platform, squatting there, with his ears sideways, holding a hammer in his hand and doing the tapping movement, as if he was listening to some wonderful music.Beside him is a group of small clocks. I counted two rows, each with six rows.

Each of these clocks is only the size of a fist, so that the two rows don't look too big, and they can be hugged.

"Old Yan, is this what he wants to show us? It's nothing special." I looked through several photos over and over again, and I didn't think there was anything worth their excitement.

But after I finished asking this sentence, I realized something was wrong, because even though Lao Yan was only next to me, he didn't hear me.Like him, Lao Xia and Professor Xu stood there in a daze, staring fixedly at the photo.

I raised the photo in my hand, and their eyeballs followed the photo, and I was immediately amused: "What are you doing, are you stupid?"

"Chang'an, do you know what you are holding in your hand?" Lao Yan looked at me with an uncontrollable excitement.

I shook my head blankly, if I knew, wouldn't I stop asking?
Lao Yan took a deep breath: "This is called a chime bell, this is a chime bell! This must be Zeng Guo, not only the tomb of Zeng State, but also the tomb of Marquis Yi of Zeng, it must be this!"

"Chime bells? Didn't the chime bells come from the pre-Qin period?" I was still at a loss: "Could it be that this tomb belongs to the Qin Dynasty?"

Lao Yan gave me a blank look: "During this period of time, your historical knowledge has been in vain? Zenghouyi, do you know Zenghouyi? This is the chime bell of Zenghouyi that only exists in legends. The Chime Bell of Marquis Yi of Zeng, who is certain to not exist!"

When it came to the end, Lao Yan almost burst into tears, and everyone present sang the national anthem excitedly, wishing they could go to the scene immediately through the photos.

"No, I have to send two masters to help out." Lao Yan said, and the people behind all volunteered to raise their hands.

Professor Xu pushed his glasses lightly: "Old Yan, I must be counted in this kind of thing."

"And me." Miss Qiu shook her hair and winked at Lao Yan.

Just as Lao Yan was about to say something, the radio suddenly rang again, and he hurried over to answer it. He just called out to Lao Gu before falling silent. The other party's voice was very low, but it was obviously not Lao Gu.

Lao Yan whispered a few words to the other party, and after the telegram was cut off, he looked directly at Miss Qiu: "Xiao Qiu, you don't have to go, I just received the news that a group of foreign tomb robbers are going to bring two Song Dynasty grave robbers from China. The cultural relics were taken out from the China-Myanmar border, and the country has sent a team of armed police to set off immediately, but they don’t know much about cultural relics, and they are afraid that they will be taken advantage of by the other side. You are a member of 701, and you have always been good at firepower, so you go with the troops.”

"Yes!" Miss Qiu, who hadn't been upright just now, immediately stood up straight, and left the file room without saying a word.

After Ms. Qiu left, a new round of scrambling started here. Professor Xu made the appointment, and Lao Yan also assigned two people from the intelligence department.

"It's settled, I have to talk to Lao Gu." Lao Yan rubbed the center of his brows: "It's already dawn, you all go to rest first, and go there immediately after the other side agrees."

Professor Xu hummed. He was already tired after staying here for a few days, but he stayed because of his enthusiasm for cultural relics. Now that he was going to the scene, he naturally stopped insisting.

But the development of the matter was beyond everyone's expectations. In the morning, Lao Yan sent several calls to Gu Shunzhang, but the other party didn't answer. At first, Lao Yan only thought that he was busy, so he sent a call every one or two hours. He couldn't sit still until noon.

"Something must have happened!" Lao Yan said firmly.

I hurriedly comforted him and said that he might just be busy. After all, so many cultural relics have been unearthed.

Lao Yan shook his head: "Impossible, I understand Lao Gu's character, he specially sent me a call, just to see how shocked I was, not to mention waiting on the radio station early in the morning, it's not like I didn't have a phone call all morning an echo."

Lao Yan circled around in place for a few times, then used the radio to contact someone, told the other party about Gu Shunzhang, and then broke off.

"I contacted Xiao Wang, Gu Shunzhang's student. He went to the grave with the teacher this time, but he hesitated and said nothing." Lao Yan frowned: "From his tone, something must have happened. The matter is not small!"

I scratched my head: "That's not right, don't you have to tell 701 when something goes wrong? What are you doing there?"

"This is the rule of the archaeological team. If something happens, if you don't know the reason, don't spread it to the outside world, otherwise it will cause panic. After all, you are dealing with the cemetery, so it may be what it will be. So if it is a small matter, the old Gu and I Xiao Wang will definitely not abide by this rule." Old Yan said.

I nodded knowingly, and then asked Lao Yan what to do now?
"Wait." Lao Yan sighed: "I'm not sure what happened yet. When they really can't help it, they will definitely ask the country for help."

Lao Yan looked a little helpless, I asked him later and realized that if he went rashly, it would only cause greater panic.Because everyone in the national archaeological team knew his identity, he went to tell everyone that there was a big zongzi here, and it would definitely affect the progress of the archaeology.

With him, all of us can only wait. During the period, we will continue to study the photos received before, sort out the cultural relics on them, and incorporate them into the archives.

It took me a week to wait. Lao Yan huddled in the archives room and stood in front of the radio every day. When he couldn't hold on, he would be replaced by Xiao Li, and I continued to sort out the materials.

Day by day, he went from being calm at the beginning to being irritable later, wishing he could fly to Hubei immediately with his wings.

"Old Yan, there is a call!"

This day, Lao Yan really couldn't find anything to do, so he made jokes with me. When he was talking about the lecherous emperors in history, he heard Xiao Li yell.

Lao Yan jumped up, almost ran over at a sprint speed, and directly connected to the radio.

After listening to a few words, his face darkened: "Are you sure? Comrade."

"Yeah." The other party gave a light grace, and the voice sounded very strange.

Lao Yan was silent for a while and directly cut off the radio, turned his head to look at me, and said after a while: "Chang'an, I'm afraid you have to make a trip."

"What's the matter?" I said sternly, judging by his expression, it must be something serious.

Lao Yan took a deep breath: "Five people from the archaeological team have committed suicide, ten people have been sent to a mental hospital, and even Gu Shunzhang has been sent to the hospital now. The scene is in chaos at the moment, and the armed police comrades in charge of security have no choice but to apply for emergency rescue to 701!" "

"How could this happen?" I was stunned. I had thought about everything this week, but no one thought that it would be so tragic.

Lao Yan shook his head: "I don't know, it's just that it's weird to hear that everyone commits suicide, and they die in various ways. Just like this, the archaeological team is still going around. I really don't know how their brains grow!"

(End of this chapter)