When Zhang Qingrui woke up, she found that she was almost lying on the ground.
Why almost? Of course it was because there was a pure wool blanket on the ground.
Above the line of sight is an umbrella-like dome, supported by a large amount of wood, and hung with white canvas... This is undoubtedly a yurt.
"Are you awake, let's eat something."
Following the sound, Zhang Qingrui saw that Professor Qin Fang was holding a big cake, tearing it open one by one, and putting it in his mouth, but his gaze was always on a map unfolded on the ground. .
In the same yurt, there is also a smaller box. What is contained in it is the skeleton.
The body was indeed in a state of hunger, Zhang Qingrui stood up silently, and brought a piece of pancake from Professor Qin Fang, and a bowl of slightly salty milk tea called "Sutai eggplant" by the locals.
She quickly hid in a corner, silently eating the food on hand with fear and anxiety—this was the third time she had woken up.
As for the previous two times, she was basically stunned by Professor Qin Fang with an electric shock rod, but this time, she could only temporarily give up the idea of resistance.
Silently tearing off a small piece of cake, Zhang Qingrui subconsciously looked into the box... Soul, bone, possession
Almost in a shocking way, she constantly collided with the concepts formed by the socialist science education she had received over the years.
I... am the key to the cemetery
During these several times of coma, Zhang Qingrui would feel as if there was another person in his mind, some fragments, some fragments of long-term memories, kept appearing.
They were fragmentary, they seemed to have no thread, they seemed to be trying to tell her a complete story—yet they were not complete in themselves.
In her dream, she always had a feeling of wanting to cry. This kind of sadness that came from her heart, maybe it didn't belong to her, even after she woke up, it was still teasing her heart.
It stands to reason that she was forcibly taken away by Professor Qin Fang, and she couldn't even communicate with the outside world, and the professor himself couldn't be regarded as gentle with the means of confinement.
So she should be more afraid, more terrified.
However, it seemed that because they were about to get close to a certain place, there was another part of joy hidden in her heart.
"Professor... why are you so persistent in wanting to go into that ancient tomb again?"
How to say, in fact, not a complete stranger. During the two years of Zhang Qingrui's life, Qin Fang, as a mentor in her college career, was still a bit elderly after all, afraid, but not afraid to talk at all.
But Qin Fang is not like the customers in the antique shop she dealt with. He had taken this action entirely with a certain clearly palpable paranoia, and it was, of course, dangerous.
"I need to retrieve some things." Qin Fang was still looking at the map on the ground.
"Is it a more valuable... cultural relic?"
Probably because of her background, Zhang Qingrui can easily connect unknown ancient tombs with cultural relics—in fact, she is not untouched by people who resell cultural relics.
Gu Yuezhai's business is very big, and he has various outlets. All these connections were established by her grandmother, but almost half of them were handed over to her.
What can really be called a good treasure is the kind that has long been buried under the dirt. As for finding such a good treasure, it naturally requires special and obscure professionals.
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Unexpectedly, Qin Fang stood up suddenly: "There are some warm clothes on the cabinet, you'd better put them on. We will set off later. At night, the temperature in the grassland will drop to a very low level."
After speaking, Professor Qin Fang opened the yurt and walked outside.
When she woke up last time, Zhang Qingrui had walked out of this yurt, surrounded by vast grasslands, and the teacher seemed to be living in a certain house on the grasslands.
She didn't understand the language here, and she couldn't communicate with the owner of this folk house at all—she really didn't know where she should escape to in this grassland.
Zhang Qingrui didn't feel that she was a particularly strong girl. When she encountered the current situation, her heart was already in a state of confusion—but on the other hand, an indescribable sense of excitement also spread in her heart.
She was vaguely looking forward to what would happen, as if this was what could bring... a stone throw to the life that had been without waves.
"First of all, don't starve yourself."
Zhang Qingrui cheered up, quickly finished eating the pancake in his hand, and reached out to grab another piece from the plate. This time it's not just flatbread, but also a plate of mutton that I haven't touched before.
In the past, she would dislike the smell of mutton, but now she can eat it deliciously.
While eating, Zhang Qingrui's heart skipped a beat, not knowing what would happen next, so she quietly wrapped a piece of cake and hid it in her clothes.
Outside the yurt, Professor Qin Fang sat where the sheep were being fed, lit a Cuban cigar, and silently watched the smoke rising into the clear blue sky.
Quietly waiting for the grassland to cool down.
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As we already know, the ultra-long-distance transmission of the altar has a very harsh vampire-like appearance for applications outside the business scope.
It takes ten days to reach Ulaanbaatar one way.
After complaining silently, Boss Luo finally chose the... flight that only takes one day.
Of course, there is no way to compare them in terms of efficiency, but according to Qin Chuyu, the professor will not do any harm to Zhang Qingrui.
waiting hall.
Naturally, there is no way to prepare food meticulously when you are outside—you think so.
But the maid in the club explained the great significance of human beings inventing the food box very well. There are three or three layers of Japanese-style food boxes, each of which is an exquisite set meal.
"Does Miss Qin need some too?"
You Ye, who laid out the luxury food boxes one by one in front of Luo Qiu, looked at Qin Chuyu and said.
"No need." Qin Chuyu shook his head.
Not only in front of Luo Qiu, but even in front of this maid who claimed to be 'just the master's maid', Qin Chuyu could feel tremendous pressure.
And these pressures, I am afraid that the next period of time, will not be reduced.
- I have something to ask the professor, and I don't want to delay it for too long... If the destination of the professor is the ancient tomb, Miss Qin should remember. Can you lead the way
Not long ago, after the club clearly stated its intentions, Qin Chuyu could only agree.
Because... this maid who is introducing the contents of the food box to her master seems to be the most terrifying thing she has experienced in five hundred years except for that 'door'.
It's like an abyss of cumulus clouds, and like an undercurrent that doesn't know its turbulence, it's terrifying.
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S: The fourth update.