I Built the Ancient Organization of Salvation

　　"We're just talking."

　　The rest of the people let out a haha ​​and perfunctory, thinking in their hearts, these are your Indian cultural relics, what does it have to do with us Hispanic descendants.

　　But on the bright side, the others greeted: "Let's go inside and take a look. I heard from the people nearby that a group of people who claim to be history professors have already come down, I'm afraid it's a pretense."

　　Officials walked into the corridor and walked among the hanging tree roots. After a while, they heard the sound of dense footsteps inside.

　　They were immediately vigilant: "We are official personnel of Bilhomosa, who are you?"

　　A few vague figures appeared in the shadow of the roots. Lucas took the lead and raised his hand to indicate that there was no malicious intent:

　　"I am Lucas, a professor of history at the National Autonomous University of Mexico. This is my certificate. You can find my information on the 113 Internet. We are just here to do academic research."

　　Someone took the certificate and glanced at it. It felt like it was real, and then handed it back: "We want to check whether you have taken cultural relics from here and whether it has caused damage. If not, leave immediately."

　　The National Autonomous University is the best university in Mexico. As a professor there, Lucas' social status is definitely not low, and these employees do not want to offend casually.

　　Lucas nodded quickly with a smile: "Of course."

　　Officials came over and started to check the items carried by Chen Shuo, Lucas, and others. Two of the students had their hands clenched tightly and their faces tense.

　　"Why are you so nervous?" Officials raised doubts in their hearts.

　　"We follow the professor of archaeological research, and we have never experienced such a thing." The student reluctantly said.

　　The local official employee smiled, and suddenly found a bag of dust while rummaging, and couldn't help but wonder, "Why are you carrying a bag of mud?"

　　"Oh, this is a soil sample."

　　Lucas's seemingly normal explanation:

　　"We have been doing Olmec civilization research before. This is a sample taken in another place before coming here, in order to bring back the year of laboratory testing and other information."

　　Tang You, who was watching everyone's actions, smiled knowingly. His psychological quality was not bad. With his culture, Lucas was still very good at deceiving people.

　　The employee, seeing that the dryness of the bag of dust was not as dry as the site could have, nodded and believed Lucas's words.

　　"Let's go, follow us in to check, and if it's all right, let you go."

　　Chen Shuo, Lucas and others looked at each other, the atmosphere was a little subtle, but before the official employees became suspicious, they immediately set off and walked inside.

　　Gently patted one of his nervous students, Chen Shuo shook his head with an imperceptible range.

　　Soon, the inner chamber of the flat-topped pyramid arrived.

　　There is no raised stone platform, everything is normal.

　　In fact, if no one holds down the hidden grid, the stone platform will sink back to its original state.

　　There are not many ancient buildings like Mexico, and the official employees are not professionals. They do not understand the meaning of the murals, so they are not surprised. They are just disappointed because they are empty and feel that the value is definitely not high.

　　After a rough inspection, there was no obvious damage or loss, and an official employee said: "Okay, let's go."

　　"Thank you, sorry for your troubles."

　　After Lucas thanked him, everyone quickly shut up and left.

　　……

　　Back in the house where they settled down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"Why do you insist on bringing out the powder of the slate?" Professor Chen Shuo asked his doubts just now.

　　Looking at the bag of dust in his hand, Lucas's eyes flickered, with suspicion and a glimpse of mysterious excitement, he shook his head and said:

　　"That red light, and the inexplicable broken into powder later, whether it's some kind of technology we don't know, or... some strange existence, it's definitely not simple."

　　His last words were vague, but everyone knew what he really wanted to convey.

　　The solid slate turned into dust in an instant.To be honest, the rest of the people, including Chen Shuo, can't think of any modern technology that can do this.

　　Lucas continued: "I don't think the ancients spent a lot of energy building a flat-topped pyramid just to keep a pile of powder, and there must be a secret in it."

　　"Bring it out, we still have the opportunity to continue research, otherwise it will be just a bunch of dust that no one cares about and discards at will."

　　After seeing the murals, everyone who saw the murals was also curious about the mysterious symbols and people, as well as the location indicated by the slate, and had no refutation.

　　Chen Shuo lowered his head slightly, his brows tightened and relaxed, and finally raised his head and said:

　　"In this way, while it's not too long before, let's quickly draw some of the maps we remembered, and then integrate them and restore them."

　　"Otherwise, the longer it drags on, the bigger the deviation, and the slimmer the chances of finding it."

　　After everyone woke up, they acted quickly, and they were busy until the middle of the night, and finally restored the map that everyone agreed with.

　　"Huh... Okay, everyone, let's go to rest, I'll contact my friends tomorrow, and I'll start looking for the equipment when I'm ready." Lucas said with joy.

　　……

　　One of Lucas's female students simply cleaned up when she was tired, and then slammed herself on the soft big bed.

　　"Dear bed, I miss you!"

　　She stretched, turned off the light, and lay quietly on the bed.The lights outside the window had gone out, and the ceiling was vaguely silhouetted in the darkness.

　　In the past, she should have fallen asleep quickly, but she couldn't fall asleep at this time. Everything that happened today was stirring up and down in her mind.

　　She pursed her lips and let out a long breath. She suddenly sat up, turned on the light with a "smack", took the phone and opened the chat software, and started typing.

　　"Sarah, we have made a very important discovery today, the Yin Shang... the divine road at sea... the mysterious sign..."

　　"Both professors are deliberately vague, and I can understand their prudence that they don't easily draw conclusions. But I'm wondering whether there have really been some people with magical powers in the history of mankind."

　　"I also know that my idea is ridiculous, but ... anyway, when we find the building on the map, maybe we can get more information."

　　The female student finished typing, thought for a while, added a few pictures taken today, and finally clicked send.

　　Tang You, who was about to withdraw the projection, seemed to have a feeling, his eyes passed through the wall and saw the actions of the female student.

　　He was very aware of the global surveillance plan of the United States, so he realized that this might attract the attention of the ninth district. With a thought, he was about to interfere with the power of prayer, but he stopped immediately.

　　"Introducing the U.S. into this event...it's not impossible. The U.S. has a better understanding of us than Britain, which has never been in contact with us, and even less than the country of Gaul."

　　"Their preparations now are more because the Yan Kingdom is preparing for the war on a large scale, and they are under pressure to follow it, rather than realizing that the catastrophe of mankind is about to come."

　　"Perhaps, it's time to give this de facto Blue Star's number one power a warning."

　　So, Tang You completely gave up the interference, and even used the power of prayer to fuel the flames.

　　The information sent by the female students is transmitted between various signal towers on the earth in the form of electromagnetic waves.

　　The backdoor left by the United States in the network equipment continues to operate, forwarding the information flow that passes through to the IP of the ninth district.

　　California, Silicon Valley.

　　Something more like a corporate place than a building like an official department.

　　Deep underground, in a large space full of incandescent lamps and cooling pipes, there are rows and rows of black servers, their lights flashing one after another, and the fans whistling.

　　This is the data processing center of the ninth district global surveillance program.

　　The artificial intelligence fed by massive data is active in this huge server, processing a terrifying amount of information every moment.

　　The information sent by the female students also comes here, and artificial intelligence conducts semantic analysis to judge the credibility, compare it from multiple angles, and then mark the grade.

　　This piece of information has been triggering sensitive words, eventually causing the program to trace the sender's identity.

　　Under the combination of the two, the attention level immediately soared, and it was directly passed to the ninth district master control system to generate a task, and then send it to the nearest ninth district personnel terminal.

　　"Number 015-**-3-01, Location: Bilhomosa, Target..."

　　The personnel stationed in Mexico in the ninth district opened the terminal, looked at the information on the screen, looked at each other, picked up the equipment and set off immediately.

　　……

　　The next day, everyone hurriedly finished breakfast in the house.

　　Chen Shuo immediately took the students and focused on the map comparison.

　　Lucas picked up the hat at the door, put it on his head, turned around and said to the rest of the people: "You continue to study, I will contact an old friend, rent a batch of expedition equipment, and you will help to move it down after it is delivered."

　　"no problem."

　　Finally, after straightening his coat, Lucas pushed open the door, and the rising sun made him raise his hand to cover it subconsciously, and then he heard a short, sharp braking sound of "squeak".

　　The eyes gradually adapted to the light and slowly opened.

　　I saw a jeep painted black and gray on the masonry road in front of the door, and a few strong men with bulging waists were coming towards him.

　　Lucas groaned in his heart...

　　……

　　ps: This time, I tried to split the spectacle into two parts, that is, the historical introduction + the relics, and give the plot characters "moving" instead of standing there stupidly.

　　In addition, events are also integrated, and a certain important setting of the Holy Shield will be introduced in the follow-up, which is regarded as a "big" plot, unlike the previous relics that were written in a few chapters. .

Chapter 165

　　house.

　　A pistol with an open safety was on the table.

　　As for Lucas, Chen Shuo and others, they sat together like an eggplant, and were stared at by the strong men in the ninth district.

　　The employees of the U.S. violent agencies will not be as kind as the official staff of the Yan Kingdom.

　　The former treats their own citizens with a little suspicion, so they let the heavily armed police break down the door, point guns at them, and press them to the ground, while African Americans simply "can't breathe."

　　And the power is expanding rapidly, and it is in the ninth district, which is in a state of flight, and it is even more arrogant.

　　As soon as these Ninth District employees in Mexico rushed into the house just now, they took out their pistols to open the insurance, and asked Lucas and others a "friendly" question.

　　Lucas, as a pure-blooded Indian who has not been subjected to the corrosive combination of the United States and hated the United States, is even more resentful at this moment.

　　Professor Chen Shuo also looked ugly, but he was still sober, and he kept whispering to everyone to calm down~.

　　Tang You, who was watching here from a distance of thousands of miles, watched the whole process of the expansion of the ninth district of the United States. Although he was already prepared, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

　　Not to mention that they are somewhat similar to the pure man protagonists in their own blockbuster films, which are completely different.

　　From the perspective of the historical cycle law, the United States has been established for more than [-] years. In ancient times, it is already regarded as the middle and late period of the dynasty. Although the experience and lessons of the predecessors have been added, the institutional atmosphere is still inevitably slipping.

　　The behavior of these Ninth District employees is a very good proof.