Lin Yan was afraid that the professor would run away, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes after the event. He called the little Taoist priest to tell him to leave first, and then rushed to the backstage lounge. However, the exit was blocked by the exiting crowd. Followed by the pursuers of the school press corps, sweating profusely.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" I stepped on someone's foot eagerly, and the girl in front turned around and gave me a hard look.
"Lin Yan!" A crisp voice shouted, Lin Yan looked up and saw Weiwei standing at the door with a red work card hanging around her neck.
Lin Yan couldn't care less about the embarrassment at this time, while rushing left and right without quality, he yelled at Weiwei: "Do me a favor, there is something urgent!"
"It's my birthday next week, come over for dinner!" Weiwei shouted on tiptoe.
"Okay, whatever, help me stop the one behind!"
Lin Yan was running all the way in the corridor, staggered by the hem of his clothes from time to time. When he rushed to the VIP room in the backstage in a panic, he realized that he seemed to be a little worried. The professor had no intention of sneaking. Sinking into the sofa and drinking tea while waiting for him.
"Here you come? Sit down."
Lin Yan clutched his chest and nodded, running too fast and couldn't speak for a while.
The lounge is decorated in style, with arc-shaped floor-to-ceiling windows, beige wallpaper, and light brown soft leather sofas, which can be seen to be expensive at first glance. The school has never been willing to spend money on entertaining guests. The professor poured Lin Yan a glass of water and pointed to the single-seater sofa opposite.
"You are Lin Yan who came to practice with you last time. You performed well today, you are courageous, and your thinking is clear." The professor pondered for a while: "I guess you will come to me sooner or later, but I didn't expect that the teacher would not come down as soon as you appeared on the stage. "
"Do you know me?" A series of questions popped up in his head, Lin Yan suppressed the urge to ask clearly, he apologized for being unreasonable just now, and then said seriously: "I just did it for that internship. Come on, this matter is very important to me, please tell me everything you know."
The professor nodded slightly: "I can probably guess what happened. In this way, I will speak slowly and you listen slowly. If there is useful information, I will treat you as a teacher to compensate you." He sighed and looked out the window He said softly: "You are still standing here, and you are already much better than those who left."
Lin Yan glanced back at Xiao Yu, who was standing there ignorantly holding his hand tightly.
The floor-to-ceiling windows are facing the path outside the auditorium. The students must go back to the dormitory. Just in time for the end, in the night, the boys and girls are fighting in groups, and someone yelled: "The river flows eastward. The stars in the sky are in the Big Dipper!" The professor smiled, turned his face to Lin Yan, and recalled: "I was about the same age as you when I entered that tomb, and it was a good time to be young."
"Young people don't know the importance..."
The professor spoke very coherently, as if these words had been kept in his heart for a long time. Lin Yan even felt that he was giving himself the opportunity to tell stories to recall the youth he missed the most, but when the professor copied the scene of that year to Lin Yan, that This picture sent chills down Lin Yan's spine.
Twenty-five years ago, a group of coal miners in Jin County, Shanxi Province unintentionally dug down the coal shaft with a few pickaxes when they went down the shaft, and brought out some vegetable jade bricks and funerary wooden figurines, which turned out to be the entrance passage of an underground mysterious palace. After the county magistrate knew about it, he protected the mausoleum and reported the news layer by layer. At that time, China was still very backward in terms of archaeological technology and protection of cultural relics, and many imperial tombs were still difficult to excavate. Therefore, this Ming Dynasty folk tomb was handed over to the university, led by several master students and hired some social people to form a team to Shanxi .
This group of people included the professor and Lin Yan's current mentor. When preparing materials for the tomb, the professor and Lin Yan fell into the same suspicion. Make any record of your identity. One of the workers in the team claimed to be Mr. Feng Shui. After seeing the tomb, he said that he could not dig it. Future generations are also unlucky. But most of the students were young and energetic, and they were eager to try after seeing the exquisitely carved jade bricks. They went down to the tomb with tools and equipment without much thought.
"The strange things started after that." The professor held his glasses and said wryly, "The things passed down by the ancestors are all reasonable, but we didn't believe in evil at that time."
First, the four live chickens bought to ward off evil spirits all died overnight. When the door of the underground palace was opened, the scaffolding collapsed, and an eighteen-year-old child fell and broke his right hand. Everyone thought it was an accident at first, but from the moment they entered the tomb, all the people involved in the archaeology had nightmares as soon as they closed their eyes. Half the first week was gone.
"What happened next?" Lin Yan looked back at Xiao Yu in surprise, he thought that he had tortured him so badly that he hadn't even used half of his ruthlessness with this ghost.
"After entering the main tomb, we found many extremely valuable cultural relics next to the coffin, but the level of preservation was so poor at that time, we could only paint varnish on the embroidery, and watched the precious treasures brought out with great difficulty the moment they saw the sun. Blackened and carbonized, it was the deadliest blow to our blood. I cried miserably, but everyone was equally depressed, even fearful, and no one had the energy to comfort me."
The professor's hand moved away from the window pane, leaving a wet white handprint. "There seems to be a kind of power in that tomb that can make people fall into despair. We worked and sang to encourage ourselves every day, but it was useless. A rural girl hired went crazy on the ninth morning. When he was in a daze, he stomped off his husband's head with a machete."
"Blood sprayed all over the blue bricks on the top of the tomb, dripping everywhere, the woman put her husband's head in front of the wordless spirit tablet, kowtowed three times and then sat on the ground twitching, smiling sinisterly. Keep laughing and shouting a name." The professor looked at Lin Yan, and said in a whisper, "Do you know who it is?"
Lin Yan took a step back in a daze. He wanted to break free from the hand that was holding him, but Xiao Yu held it even tighter, leaving him no chance of escape.
"It's Xiao Yu. Who exactly is Xiao Yu? I've searched official and unofficial history, but I can't find any records related to this name." The professor's expression became sad: "We gave that woman some money to comfort her. After she took the money, she laughed for a long time, raised the machete and chopped it down on her own neck. The blood was all sprayed on the spirit tablet. When she fell down, there was only a piece of skin attached to her neck and body. At that time, people didn’t know much about archeology. , Seeing that someone was killed, a few students were fine, but the hired villagers were all scared away, saying that we dug up the graves of dead people, which is bad retribution."
"The last person to leave was Mr. Yin Yang. He told me that the tomb had a lonely feng shui. Got it."
"The fellow left, the students didn't want to leave, but they still had nightmares as soon as they lay down. They persisted for a week and couldn't hold on before they packed up and went back to school. No one died, but the first time they took the lead in homework, they didn't even touch the coffin. It’s been a while since everyone was disappointed.”
Lin Yan imagined the scene of beheading, his face turned pale, and his stomach felt nauseated.
"It's okay, your complexion is not good." The professor seemed to be used to seeing the expression of the younger generation, and pointed to Lin Yan's cup: "Drink some water and listen later."
Lin Yan shook his head and asked, "Is it really like what Mr. Feng Shui said?"
The professor hesitated for a while, and wrote and scratched with his finger in the white steam exhaled on the glass. After a while, two words appeared on the glass: "Xiao Yu." The professor wiped it vigorously with his palm as if unwilling to see it, and shook his head. Said: "Over the years I have seen a lot of strange things, the theory of demons and ghosts is not unfounded, but I think that the tomb should be a kind of formation. In ancient times, emperors and generals used everything to prevent their bodies from being destroyed. , and many strange spells came into being. It is also possible that the woman was the first to lose her mind amid the self-suggestion and the gloomy atmosphere in the tomb, as she was always talking about it."
Lin Yan imagined the appearance of two headless corpses lying on the ground in the dark tomb, and forced a wry smile: "What does the whole thing have to do with me?"
"I'll talk about it soon." The professor lowered his head, a little sad: "Young people never want to admit defeat. Since then, I have become particularly interested in the history of the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty. At first, I wanted to find out the identity of the tomb owner. I really fell in love with this period of history, and I became an expert as I wished in the past 20 years. But any field will encounter bottlenecks after a long period of research. I was blocked by a problem for nearly two months, and finally decided to go to that Ming Ming again. tomb."
Lin Yan asked puzzledly, "Aren't you afraid of another accident?"
The professor spread his hands: "I can't help it. The large number of undamaged cultural relics inside are so attractive. When I went in last time, I didn't even touch the coffin and disbanded the team. I don't want to be reconciled every time I think about it."
"Be considerate of the obsession of an old man who has spent most of his life in academics." The professor said: "When the newspaper published the news of the re-discovery of the Ming tomb, a message came from my secretary, saying that there is someone who can help me. He understands Feng Shui secret technique, if something happens, you can find him."
"I am no longer the young man who spent a whole year studying for a tomb. I travel all over the country all day long. I am too busy to take care of it, so I ask the secretary to keep in touch with him."
"Later, something happened. It was exactly the same as before. After entering the tomb gate, everyone fell into a pessimistic and desperate mood for no reason, and then began to have nightmares. I was so afraid that the tragedy would happen again, so I had to ask the person who knew Fengshui for help. He told me: Only after finding a person with the same zodiac to enter the tomb will the evil animal let him go, and then gave me a time of birth, and said to show him the horoscope of the person who can find the person who was born on this day."
Lin Yan had already guessed the following, pointed to his nose, hesitantly said: "Me?"
The professor nodded: "That year of birth reminded me of the school, I asked your tutor, he said he has a friend's son who is looking for an internship, and he is also his student, named Lin Yan, it is very coincidental I calculated it based on your birthday, and it happened to match."
"You know what happened later." The professor looked at the path outside the window. The students had basically finished walking. There was no moonlight on the path, and the shadows of the trees were dark, swaying back and forth in the night wind. "If you also want to ask who the owner of the tomb is, I can only say that I don't know. It's shameful. After more than 20 years, I re-studied the subject of the year, but there is still no progress."
"If you have any questions, feel free to ask. As soon as you say the word Xiao Yu, I know it's you. The young man is so bold that he dared to drop my things on the spot." The professor chuckled: "This is just like the old man I lost my temper because of being worn out by people in the officialdom, and if I want to catch up with me back then, it will be enough for you to drink a pot."
Lin Yan hurriedly bowed his head and apologized again, thinking constantly in his mind, this folder did drag him into a puzzle, but he didn't seem to do it on purpose... How much did he know about what happened afterwards? Thinking of this, Lin Yan raised his head and asked, "Don't you want to hear how I know Xiao Yu's name?"
The professor waved his hand, and his face darkened: "People who are old don't want to listen to these ghosts. It's unlucky. I saw that you are still standing here, so I know it's okay. It's my fault for not discussing this with you. I'm in trouble. I will definitely do my best, but the rest..." the professor spread his hands, expressing his helplessness.
While talking, the professor's private secretary came in to urge him, saying that the car was ready and the school leaders were waiting downstairs. The professor nodded at the secretary, then turned to Lin Yan and said, "Is there anything else?"
Lin Yan felt reconciled. The first-class Ming history experts in the country had no idea. Could it be that he could only wait for three months helplessly, waiting for this ghost to remember his life experience and tell him his wish, or he couldn't remember it all the time, and it took a long time Let Lin Yan accompany you to be a dead ghost
Thinking about it, a thought suddenly popped up, like a small copper hammer hitting the glass with a crisp sound, Lin Yan stopped the professor who was packing up, and asked: "You, you mean that Mr. Yin Yang gave a I happened to be looking for an internship at the time of my birth, so I'm a match?" Lin Yan's voice trembled with excitement: "This is too coincidental, as if he was waiting for me... Then where is he now? How do you know that Ming Will something happen to the tomb?"
The professor suddenly stopped moving his hands, frowned and thought for a while: "You have a good suspicion. At that time, I was too busy making plans for the excavation and didn't take care of this matter..." Then he shouted to the secretary waiting at the door: "Little Liu, do you remember that fortune teller? Give me his contact information."
The young girl responded, flipped through the folder in her arms, and replied: "That person hasn't contacted me directly, but has been sending messages through a young man who has just joined the team. information."
The professor's face darkened, and he also found something wrong just like Lin Yan, and said softly: "The anti-reconnaissance ability is really good." Then he patted Lin Yan on the shoulder: "I will help you find out this matter, don't worry " After finishing speaking, he took out a pen and left Lin Yan's mobile phone number, and kindly hooked the corner of his mouth: "I still owe you a chapter, and I will give it to you together when the time comes."
When he came out, the audience had dispersed, and the corridor was empty. The old doorman didn’t even turn on the overhead light to save electricity, and only the wall lamp was left with a dim yellow light. Lin Yan’s face was so pale that he didn’t have a trace of blood. He suddenly felt like someone in a horror movie The male protagonist, in a twisted corridor, stumbled while leaning on the wall.
The professor's memory made him fall into deep fear. Behind him was a ghost, a murderer who put people to death in a cruel and bloody way. He didn't even dare to turn his head. The masked ghost smiled sinisterly and said: It's your turn.
Lin Yan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and when he couldn't help but want to run away, someone pushed his shoulders hard against the wall, and his body was turned around. Lin Yan raised his head and closed his eyes tightly.