From Nihe Pavilion to Wenyue Bridge, the streets of 400 to 500 meters, every day, the heat gradually subsides, and the streets and alleys become active. It was clean, and water was poured on it early. The small square table, Baxian table, and long table were covered with plastic sheets, and the colorful and green were placed on the street, surrounded by a circle of high and short bamboo stools, and the streets and alleys gradually sounded. The creaking of the oil pan...
Even in the middle of the night, the night market is still very lively, filled with the smell of delicious food everywhere. No matter which shop you walk to, the aroma that blows your face seems to accompany the nostrils with pepper and numbness. Vinegar, spicy hoofs dripping with garlic, various grilled skewers, plain casserole mixed with fresh dumplings and seasonal vegetables, delicious seafood, or stir-frying, stewing, or steaming and frying Roasting, every kind of food stimulates people's taste buds, and people who force them to swallow their saliva hard,
Take a seat, order immediately.
The three of them ordered skewers, ordered some fried rice and fried noodles, and sat at a small table in a crowded night market, which seemed to feel some popularity.
The dishes were served quickly. Compared with the men and women who were chatting and laughing all the time, Qin Cheng and the others were too quiet.
The beef fried noodles forgot to ask the boss to put less chili peppers. Tan Cheng couldn't stand it. He waved to the boss and asked the two people who were quietly eating skewers next to him, "Do you want beer? The noodles are a bit spicy."
"Okay," Zhang Jun swallowed, "let's have a can first."
"I'll have a can too."
Nodding, Qin Cheng asked for three cans of beer, opened it with a "pop", and handed it to Wu Hai.
"Thank you." Taking the beer, Wu Hai took a few sips, and after a long time, those eyes that had been out of focus all the time, then squinted at Qin Cheng, and smiled bitterly at himself: "I doubted you a second ago. It's the suspect... This is what happened to me in the next second..."
Sitting up straight, Wu Hai formally thanked Tan Cheng, "I should really thank you this time. I think if it wasn't for your help, I probably wouldn't be able to sit here and eat now."
After drinking a sip of beer, Qin Cheng didn't answer, just patted Wu Hai on the shoulder. He knew that Wu Hai was straight and could not hide his violent temper, but he was not bad. As for Wu Hai and his girlfriend, he didn't know that.
"You know who... no, I mean, do you know what happened?"
"I don't know. Not long after I left the research room, I found that I was being controlled by something... At that time, I was still conscious, but I just couldn't control my actions. I went all the way to Chenglin Building, and then I stopped Knowing what happened, only knowing that when he regained his senses, he was standing by the fence on the top floor."
Glancing at Wu Hai, Qin Cheng asked tentatively, "Then you know..."
The words are not finished, but the three of them know what it means.
Wu Hai took a deep breath and smiled dryly: "Although I can't see it, I can probably guess who it is..."
Not wanting to talk about these things, Zhang Jun changed the subject: "I'm just curious, how can you see those things, Qin Cheng?"
"I don't know either." Shaking his head, Qin Cheng was a little helpless: "I just found out about Wu Hai today, just like you."
"You didn't see it before?"
"I'm not a Taoist priest, how can I see... As for now," frowned, Qin Cheng had an answer in his heart, and it was the only answer, but...
"I guess it was at the mausoleum that day. I was able to see these 'things' by accident."
"What happened that night?" Zhang Jun frowned, as if thinking of something, he couldn't help shivering: "I always thought this mausoleum was very strange, and it is logically impossible to find out the owner of the tomb until now. Identity, but, after so many years, the only thing we can guess is the approximate age, and whether it is the shape of the excavated artifacts, patterns, we can't find similarities from the items of the same period, this tomb is like... "
Having said that, Zhang Jun stopped and did not dare to speak.
"It's like, it doesn't belong to any dynasty recorded in history." After Zhang Jun said what he wanted to say, Qin Cheng's hands trembled slightly, "Maybe we really encountered a treasure."
It seemed like a sigh, like a sigh, Qin Cheng understood that the archaeologists who could always insist on the same idea in Ninghua Village, it was a guess that made them tremble with excitement just by imagining it.
Not just the dead Jiang Bo, even they are a bunch of lunatics
The scientific expedition plan will be released soon. Although the time is very tight, considering the safety issue, the preparations that should be made are still necessary, because it is not like the standard archaeology, they directly dig the tunnel deep into the tomb like this, and no one can guarantee the digging. Out of the cave will not collapse.
Will he die suddenly like Jiang Bo did
For this reason, Li Guoxian also specially found an old friend who is a geologist to help with the exploration.
There had been a murder case in the cave dug by Jiang Bo. The police were not allowed to enter the cave for the time being. They could only reopen the cave from one side. They invited a few migrant workers to help. From the first day of construction to the third day, they dug up a cave. A square cave nearly five meters long. It's not that they are slow. In fact, Qin Cheng works almost every day at least until seven or eight o'clock in the evening, until the sun goes down.
It is not easy to dig the cave, and considering the long-term operation, the cave walls are reinforced with reinforced wood while digging to prevent collapse.
When the fifth day of the excavation work, which is Friday, most of the people got up early, thinking about completing today's work early and returning to their homes in Xi'an early in the afternoon.
The heavy physical work these days made Tan Cheng grind the blisters on his hand, took a shovel, and put on worker gloves. Tan Cheng didn't care and was ready to start work.
But just two shovels, the 85-year-old old man of Ninghua Village, Uncle Jiang, hurriedly stopped him.
"Can't move! This mausoleum can't be moved!" Uncle Jiang's ears are not very good, and his voice will unconsciously improve a bit, with an urgent sense of vicissitudes, making Qin Cheng's heart twist.
"Uncle, what's wrong?" When he walked to Uncle Jiang's side, Tan Cheng raised his voice and said, "We are digging a cave, it's a little dangerous here, why don't you go down the mountain first?"
Jiang Mingyou has lived in Ninghua Village since he was born. He has never moved, and he is unwilling to move. After all, all his memories of more than 80 years are here. Ninghua Village is his root, and he cannot move away at this age. So when the government asked them to relocate a few years ago, he didn't want to leave no matter what, he was born here and died here.
There used to be more than 20 households, but now there are only a few elderly people in Ninghua Village. Jiang Mingyou lives in the southwest corner of Ninghua Village, which is still some distance away from the mausoleum. It was last night, and it was early in the morning when I dragged my body that was about to go into the ground.
His ears are not good, and he really heard the cry of Lao Zhen coming out of the mountain that night. He had never encountered such a situation, but at least he had heard what the older generation once said: Lao Zhen coming out of the mountain is a big disaster! Thinking of the murder case some time ago, Jiang Mingyou thought, I am afraid that these archaeological teams have angered the owner of the mausoleum!
"You young people, you don't listen to the old people," Uncle Jiang said anxiously, shaking his head: "Do you have to know something serious?"
"What's the matter?" Qin Cheng couldn't understand the reason why Uncle Jiang was angry, and asked, "Did something happen?"
"A few nights ago, the old man of Ninghua Village came out of the mountain, and half a deaf man like me could hear the roar clearly! This is going to happen! This is the buried emperor's anger!"
Seeing that the old man remembered that his panting seemed to be about to faint, Tan Cheng hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Master, that's just a fascination." Before he could say the word superstition, Tan Cheng thought of what he had encountered recently, paused and continued: "Master, I'll take you down the mountain first, here, we will pay attention."
"You still have construction work?! Why don't you listen, I-"
"Qin Cheng! No, Professor Li just called to say that something happened to Lin Hongxing!"
Zhang Jun hurriedly rushed in front of Tan Cheng, "Professor Li contacted Lin Hongxing's parents and heard that Lin Hongxing's parents said that Lin Hongxing has corpse spots on his body!"
"Corpse? He's dead?!" Zhang Jun's words made Tan Cheng's head roar, and the staff in labor exploded instantly.
"It's not dead! But I don't know why there are corpse spots!"
"Retribution! This is the anger of the owner of the tomb..."
Without hearing what Uncle Jiang said again, Qin Cheng subconsciously looked at the tunnel that had been dug for nearly ten meters. The dark depths made Qin Cheng tremble, and a chill swept through his body.
There seemed to be a voice in my ear,
"There is no escape..."