Not far away, a middle-aged man wearing black framed thick glasses raised his head and squinted his eyes habitually. At first glance, this man looked like an old pedantic, obviously an intellectual who only knew how to do knowledge. His name was Meng Yang, and he was the head of the archaeological team here and a research scholar from the Song Dynasty.

Meng Yang heard someone calling him, so he turned around and asked. Cao Ye said, come with me, and the few of them walked over, and then he said, "Director Meng, I came from Guoan. Please come here. I have something to tell you."

Meng Yang frowned, threw down the sentence "Wait until I will, I have something to do with you" and then squatted on the ground again, holding a small brush and began to brush a piece of clay pot that had already appeared defective.

Unexpectedly, his words passed by more than twenty minutes at once. The person never straightened his waist again. After finishing one piece after another, he didn't seem to stop. Wang Jingzhe and the others felt that nothing was wrong, but Cao Ye couldn't help but raise his tone.

"Director Meng, how long will it take to wait? It's almost half an hour. I do have a job here. I want to tell you about the problems."

Meng Yang did not look up, and the two staff members next to him pointed at them angrily and said, "Didn't you see us digging? Why are you arguing? Don't you know how precious the cultural relics here are? This is the tomb group of military history in Jiangdong Road, Northern Song Dynasty. In our country, this is the first time such a large tomb has been discovered. What if you scare the things in our hands, can you afford this responsibility?"

Xing Laoliu felt bad, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Cao Ye suddenly had a brow, and he wanted to make trouble again. Wang Jingzhe quickly pulled him, shook his head and said, "We don't have to worry about this moment. It's important for their serious work. It's okay to wait a little later."

Wang Jingzhe didn't hate Director Meng. On the contrary, he admired this pure scholar-type person who only knew how to work and turned a blind eye to things outside the window. To be honest, these are all very selfless people, and they may have devoted their entire lives to their academic research.

During the period when Xian was waiting for people, they kept standing not far away and holding their arms, sometimes lit a cigarette or whispering a few words. Wang Jingzhe asked Xing Laoliu if you have any impression of the piece they were digging now. Xing Laoliu recalled a little and pointed to the place where Meng Yang was and said, "This is a partial burial room. I have been there at that time, but there are no valuable things inside, probably some furniture burial objects, which are worthless. We took a few glances and left. We went there. We went there on the left side of Director Meng's left. The knife was brought out from here, which seemed to be a place for liberation of armies, but there were not many things. I remember that in addition to that knife, there were also a ox horn bow and two swords, a slashing sword and a Fang Tian Huaji. This weapon was too big and it was not convenient to hold it, so I didn't take it away.

Wang Jingzhe rolled his eyes and rang for a long time, and suddenly his face changed slightly. He leaned into Xing Laoliu's ear and whispered: "Hurry up, go to the car and take the knife for me. Don't move other things. By the way, the car is far away and don't stop here."

Xing Laoliu was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled, but he turned around and returned to the car. Lin Wenqi asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Jingzhe rubbed his hands and said with some uncertainty: "Now, due to the flooding of the tomb group, many places have not been excavated, only a small part of them were exposed, including the tomb pits that Xing Laoliu had been to. He also took away things from it. Afterwards, all the people died, and only he was left. I am worried, these archaeological people..."

Lin Wenqi's face changed when he heard his words. This problem was very obvious. Xing Laoliu took away all the things and was killed or injured, and only one of them survived. If Director Meng and his friends dig the ancient tomb and brought out these things, would these people also be involved in this unlucky accident?

This matter is definitely hard to say. Wang Jingzhe has been neglecting a problem before, that is, what characteristics do they have to take away to cause them to be killed. It is impossible for everything in this tomb to be there, so this is really amazing.

Wang Jingzhe could not save Huang Fei because the other party was too deeply involved and the causal relationship could not be compensated. But he would never be able to see Director Meng and his group of scholars killed because of this. They are innocent, they are just researching their work, and they cannot even make up for their lives.

Wang Jingzhe had no idea of ​​saving a life than building a seven-level Buddhist temple, but he still knew the truth of being kind to others.

After Xing Laoliu drove away, he came back with the knife in his hand, and then secretly handed it to him. Wang Jingzhe took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. He hadn't studied these antiques carefully before, because he focused on the murder of Xing Laoliu and Huang Fei. Regarding these antiques, he just looked at them roughly, but he put them aside without seeing any tricks.

Now that the ancient tomb has been dug up, if there are many things inside that have the same problem, then many people present may have died.

The knife is still the same knife, of course it will not change. Wang Jingzhe looked at it for a long time and was still the same. He glanced at the other side again. Fortunately, Meng Yang and others have not yet passed, and their excavation scope is limited to the edge of the ancient tomb.

"Be careful, this knife is very sharp. It blows hair and cuts iron like mud. If you don't get it, it's a knife. Maybe you have to get a tetanus in the future. It's a trouble, it won't be a good deal." Lin Wenqi reminded him half-jokingly.

"Hmm?" Wang Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, and there was a little sign in his heart. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then grabbed the handle of the knife and scratched his finger.

The blade slashed across his fingers, and he almost didn't exert much force. A bloody hole appeared in his hand, and blood suddenly surged out.

Lin Wenqi, Xing Laoliu and Cao Ye were all shocked. He said, "What are you doing? Test your own method and try whether the knife is sharp or not. You can change to another target, why did you get on your own?"

"No one can do it, I have to do it myself to be there!" Wang Jingzhe licked his lips and stared at the knife edge on his hand. Lin Wenqi took out a tissue and stepped forward to wipe the blood on him, then covered his fingers and said speechlessly: "Your attitude is OK, but it's too rash. Do you think this tetanus is going to be hit or not?"

"It's okay, I'm a tough life, this small problem is not a problem at all."

After a moment, the blood was still flowing, with no sign of stagnation.
Chapter completed!