Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

"Teacher Lu?" Dr. Song raised his eyebrows slightly, "Teacher Lu is in the next ward, not awake yet..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Chaochao pulled out the hanging needle from his hand, pressed the back of his hand and rushed to the next door.

Xu Kai: "Hey! Girl!"

She stumbled in and ran in. The smooth and cold marble floor made her shiver. Xu Chaochao took a few steps forward and saw clearly the person lying on the hospital bed.

His eyes immediately turned red.

Then he finally said "Wow" and sat on the ground crying.

Xu Kai and Dr. Song who followed behind her didn't know what was going on, so they just helped her up in a hurry.

Xu Kai handed her the paper, "Sister, stop crying."

Xu Chaochao cried for a while before she finally stopped. She blew her nose and threw the paper ball into the trash can next to her.

"That letter is for Sister Lu." She said firmly, her almond-shaped eyes as clear as a deer flashed with a determined expression, "Can you please stop reading it?"

Dr. Song frowned and thought for a while, then responded, "Okay."

"But can you please tell us what happened to you in the ancient tomb?" Dr. Song carefully put the cultural relic protection bag into the bag, preparing to wait for Teacher Lu to wake up and come over to give it to her personally.

Xu Chaochao narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm fine now and don't need to be hospitalized. You can take me to the research institute and I'll tell you."

Dr. Song and Xu Kai looked at each other.

Can't it be in a crowded place?

……

She returned to the long-lost laboratory, and there was still the landscape painting that had not been completely restored on the table. The poem written in the lower right corner of the landscape painting was the same as the beauty's painting, and the handwriting was the same. It could be seen that it was written by one person.

She glanced at the staff next to her who were holding cameras to record. Apart from Dr. Song, she was the only staff member left in this laboratory.

Because she requested a confidential interview.

After passing, the recorded images will be stored in the state secret database for backup and will not be made public.

The camera is ready.

She took a deep breath and smiled, "Good morning, my name is Xu Chaochao, and I am a student at Chenxi Research Institute."

Dr. Song also started to ask his own question, "I remember that you and Teacher Lu were supposed to leave early, so why did you return to the ancient tomb?"

"A man in work clothes came to pick us up and said that you had made a new discovery. We were not suspicious, so we got in the car and were taken to the ancient tomb. The man led the way in front of us and trapped us in a stone room."

"Later we found the switch and went from the stone chamber to the main tomb chamber."

Dr. Song: “Where is that man?”

Xu Chaochao pursed his lips and said with unprecedented certainty in his voice, "He became a paper man."

At this point, Dr. Song finally knew why he had to apply for a confidential interview.

As she slowly told the story, both of them felt that their decades-old worldview was shattered.

After all, traveling back to ancient times is simply unbelievable.

But the benefit that comes with it is that it can record the local culture more clearly.

What she described can just complete the culture of Xu Dynasty.

Xu Chaochao listened to others talk about past history and folk wonders a lot when he was bored, which was of great help to the country.

The opportunity for the exchange was related to the painting. Dr. Song recorded it and felt that he should treat it more carefully.

"This letter from the Imperial Master is for Sister Lu." She paused and said, "He said that if she is still not here after a thousand years, then she will be burned."

"As for the tomb, it should be the tomb of the imperial master."

She rubbed her arms, remembering that it was extremely cold when she entered the tomb.

The closer I got to Sister Lu, the colder I got.

Now it seems that there is indeed a problem.

……

"hiss……"

A faint voice sounded from the direction of the hospital bed.

Under the dim light, a figure slowly sat up from the bed. Her knees were slightly bent, holding her head with a splitting headache, and her vision was still a little blurry.

"Ning Qi, are you here?"

[Yes, host. ] Ning replied in seven seconds, [Listen to my explanation first, this is what happened. 】

[Originally, I planned to leave when I died, but the power of that painting pulled you back from there. Before I could teleport away, we came back again. 】

Lu Jian opened the display screen and saw that the task progress was indeed 100% and he could leave at any time.

But why did she have to be sent back?

She looked on both sides of the hospital bed and found her mobile phone. Her ward was a VIP room and was equipped with a charger provided by the hospital.

She charged her phone and turned it on.

She couldn't remember Xu Chaochao's phone number, but she was among the contacts.

She dialed and the caller answered instantly.

"Sister Lu? Are you awake?!" Her voice seemed a little surprised.

"Nonsense." She rubbed her eyebrows.

There seemed to be someone else talking over Xu Chaochao's side. It was a bit confusing and he couldn't make out what was being said.

"I'll take Dr. Song to your place!" Xu Chaochao seemed to be packing his things, chattering and making a mess.

Lu Jian hung up the phone and said with a headache, "What is this all about?"

Over there, Xu Chaochao hung up the phone and looked at his colleagues who were restoring cultural relics behind him. Dr. Song was studying the painting of a beautiful woman attentively, and the personal notes brought out from the ancient tomb were carefully read through with tweezers.

Occasionally he made a sound of exclamation.

Forget it if you study the relics of the ancients.

But in Xu Chaochao's view, she had only been away from Xu Chaochao for less than a day.

In her mind, the owner of the personal note studied by the researcher was a jealous, jealous, and pretentious young man in white, which was weird.

I feel guilty as if I had stolen someone else's diary.

She suppressed the strangeness in her heart and called Dr. Song.

……

Dr. Song and his team quickly arrived at the ward.

Lu Jian was drinking slowly with a bowl of porridge. When he saw them coming, he raised his eyebrows and placed the bowl on the table next to him.

Dr. Song took out the cultural relic protection bag and handed it to Lu Jian.

Lu Jian: "...?"

She took it in a daze and lowered her eyes to read the words on it. For a moment, a hint of realization seemed to flash through her eyes.

She took out the letter with her slender fingers. She didn't know how it was preserved. The letter looked like brand new, not as fragile as it had been for thousands of years.

The ink on it is dry, the tail of the pen is slightly raised, and the handwriting is thin and beautiful.

——The orchid in the moonlight rises in an instant, and the vigor floats in the evening firefly.

——The accumulated idle flowers and snow formed a dike, and the mist and rain rippled slightly in the courtyard.

——Meng Ling calls for the past season thousands of times, but the seasons are full of glory without blowing their breath.

——Born out of carelessness and distraction, using clouds to cover up thoughts and memories.

——Because I know that it is difficult to leave, a thousand-year-old jade jade.

——In the mausoleum with jade carvings, if you meet an old friend, you will be given a last pen.

There are two lines of words marked below.

In my spring, there was an unknown heavy snowfall.

……

…………

Information about the Imperial Master of the Xu Dynasty came out, and there were different opinions in the society.

Q City University originally planned to invite two main research professors to give lectures to students, namely Professor Song Huaifeng and Professor Lu Jian.

However, one of them could not come due to physical discomfort, so he was replaced in time by another doctor of history.

The editors compiled names for the paintings and poems.

Strangely enough, they originally hung the painting in a museum.

Then, for some unknown reason, he suddenly disappeared.

The curator thought there was a thief, and was so frightened that his vision almost went dark, and he quickly removed the surveillance camera. As a result, an incredible scene appeared on the surveillance camera.

The painting disappeared from the exhibition stand and no one touched it at all.

He had reasonable suspicion that the surveillance had been edited.

Within a few days, the painting was sent back.

At the same time, a group of state staff surrounded him and handed him a confidentiality agreement.

curator:"……"

……

Throwing the painting back, she lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

[Withdraw. 】