Mountains and seas close at hand

Seedling?

Song Banyan could only feel a rush of hot blood rushing to his head, and his whole body was boiling.She suddenly stood up, went straight to the outside of the tower, put her hands on the railing, and leaned over to look west.

Different from the brightly lit city, Zijin Mountain only has sporadic light spots scattered here and there after nightfall.The lush and lush trees are now covered with night like quiet waves.To the west, the Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty is like a sleeping giant dragon, quietly and majesticly entrenched on the top of the mountain.

seven?

Seedling?

That's right, there it is!

Song Banyan's eyes lit up, and he already had the answer in his heart.Excitedly, she pulled Bai Xunhua up and left.Bai Xunhua had no choice but to pick up his backpack and hurried down the tower.

"I'm so stupid!" Song Banyan sighed, and excitedly explained to Bai Xunhua, "Fortunately, Mr. Zeng left two clues. The Linggu Pagoda has eight sides, like gossip. Seven is the shock position in the gossip, and the shock is not only It represents the East, and it also represents the Son of Heaven!"

Song Banyan preached eloquently: "In the ancient text, 'miao' means 'temple'. According to the "Book of Rites", there are seven temples for the Son of Heaven and five temples for the feudal lords. Mr. Zeng refers to the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum!"

The two walked around the stairs and had just descended to the first floor when suddenly a white light swept past outside.The two of them stood upside down and were stunned in place.I heard the night wind whistling through the forest outside, mixed with the sound of "rustling, stomping".From far to near, approaching the Linggu Pagoda!

Song Banyan was startled, and quickly turned off the flashlight of the phone.

The moment the mobile phone flashlight was turned off, the strange "tapping" sound outside suddenly disappeared.This terrific tacit understanding made people feel chills down their spines, and they couldn't help thinking about it.

The weather in late autumn was already cold, and a strong wind suddenly blew up at night, as if a heavy rain was coming.The patrolling security guards shrugged and walked towards the Linggu Pagoda, looking forward to finishing the tour soon.

Suddenly, the security guards saw a flash of white light in the Linggu Pagoda, and then quickly dimmed.The three of them stopped in unison at once, not daring to take a breath.

In the dark night of the Linggu Pagoda, the eaves and corners are like weird minions.The three security guards stood close together, looking around tremblingly for a while, and one of them who was more courageous finally summoned up the courage to shout——

"Which is on which side?"

There was a scolding sound from outside, and the voice of the security uncle was as strong as a cow.Both of them in the tower were shocked, but at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.Song Banyan pulled Bai Xunhua up and ran away.

In the oppressive silence, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded.The security guards were taken aback for a moment, then raised their electric batons and chased after them, shouting angrily, "Stop! Stop!"

Song Banyan and Bai Xunhua didn't dare to stay, they ran with all their might.But the physical strength of the two was average, and Song Banyan was even injured.After running less than 200 meters, I became dizzy and out of breath.

And behind them, the thick-backed Uncle Security has approached.

The physical fitness of the patrolling security guard was excellent, and he threatened while chasing him: "Stop! You two, stop for me!"

"You can't run! If you run again, we will shoot!"

Not everyone can be equipped with a gun at any time, not to mention the security of the scenic spot.Naturally, Bai Xunhua was not afraid of them shooting, but being caught would be bad.Panting continuously, she reached into the pocket of her coat, grabbed the wad of money she had prepared earlier, and threw it back with a wave of her hand.

In an instant, banknotes flew.But it was too dark, and the security guards thought it was paper, so they didn't stop at all.Fortunately, there was a red note stuck on the face of a security guard. He grabbed it, touched it, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's real money!"

With this voice, several other security guards were stopped immediately.

Song Banyan sneaked a look back, and saw that the security guards had already run back, bending over to pick up money all over the floor.She was overjoyed immediately, and her steps slowed down.Seeing this, Bai Xunhua quickly grabbed her hand, pulled her into the woods, and walked through the barbed wire.

It wasn't until An Ran sat back in the car that the two breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Banyan clutched his heart, and there was a violent "dong dong dong" sound inside.She slumped on the car seat with her head up, feeling dizzy and wondering if the wound had opened.

"Huh...huh...huh." Song Banyan gasped for breath, and it took him a while to recover, "It's really...terrible..."

Bai Xunhua couldn't be much better either, the blush bloomed on her pale cheeks, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.She didn't dare to rest, and immediately started the car and drove forward along the mountain road.

Song Banyan thought of Bai Xunhua throwing money just now, and couldn't help laughing: "Qiub is right, we lose money every time."

Bai Xunhua raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, and said with a smile, "Are you going to Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum now?"

"Don't go." Song Banyan took out a tissue and handed it to her, "There are too few clues, so it's useless to go. Let's go to the alley of the pharmacy and guard. By the way, study the clues of Ming Xiaoling. You see, it could have been unnecessary Come to Linggu Pagoda."

Bai Xunhua comforted her calmly: "It's good to take a walk, seeing is believing, and you can feel at ease when you see it with your own eyes."

Song Banyan nodded: "Yes, but the pharmacy is the most important thing. I don't know when the group will deliver the medicine, so please feel at ease. You can go to Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum during the day, so there is no rush."

Before the car drove far, Song Banyan received a call from Professor Zhang.

"Hi, Xiao Song, I'm Lao Zhang."

Song Banyan shouldn't be negligent, and hurriedly said hello: "Professor Zhang, hello. I was bothering you just now."

张教授：“你这孩子，怎么也客套上呢。我就是想起来个事，你之前问曾先生的日记。我让小与查过，的确佚失了1940年11月18日到1950年3月9之间的部分。”

Song Banyan thought for a while: "At that time, Mr. Zeng should be in the southwest, right?"

"Yes, during the War of Resistance Against Japan, the cultural relics were moved from Beijing to Nanjing. Later, the south fell, and the cultural relics were all moved to Sichuan. Mr. Zeng, as the director-general of the preparations of the Central Museum, of course went with him."

Listening to Professor Zhang's eloquent talk, Song Banyan thought to himself: This old man looks a bit like me.

"I suddenly remembered this. My Xiaoyu said just now that a strange person went to borrow Mr. Zeng's diary today. That's why I..."

"what!"

Song Banyan suddenly felt chilly. It was not surprising that someone borrowed Mr. Zeng's diary, but it was strange for "strange people".Originally, she thought that Dean Zeng committed suicide because she thought too much, but now it seems that there must be tricks in it!

She asked repeatedly: "What did you say? Who borrowed the diary?"

Professor Zhang was taken aback, and quickly greeted his daughter: "Come on, tell Xiao Song."

Zhang Gongyu's day as a custodian of Nanbo starts with punching in.

Then put on work clothes, get the keys to the cultural relics warehouse, and start to search the warehouse.Now implement digital temperature and humidity monitoring to ensure constant temperature and humidity in the warehouse.The work tasks are much easier, but physical defense and technical defense are not as good as human defense.

Zhang Gong and his colleagues inspected it carefully, and after making sure that there were no problems.The two are going to clean and disinfect the cultural relics that are about to enter the collection.These cultural relics were discovered during the construction of the city. They were seriously broken and needed restoration.

Just a few steps away, Zhang Gonghe was stopped by the leader, saying that someone was coming, and Zhang Gonghe was arranged to accompany him.

Zhang Gongyu was a little surprised when he saw the visitor.The daily guests received by the museum, apart from dignitaries and foreign guests, are researchers from the Institute of Archaeology or professors from a certain university.

Today's visiting guests wear leather boots, coats and top hats.Dressed like a nineteenth-century Englishman.The more Zhang Gongyu looked at it, the more suspicious he became. He called his colleagues in the security department and the superiors to check again, and took out the cultural relics only after confirming that they were correct.

Lancinate took off his top hat and put it on the table.

It's a stack of diaries, not expensive for what it's worth.As a result, Zhang Gong and his colleagues fumbled with their mobile phones idly.On the other hand, Zhang Gongyu pushed his thick glasses, stared at his highly myopic eyes, and stared at the guests "eyeingly".I made up my mind in my heart that if something went wrong, I immediately rushed to save the cultural relics.

Lancinate carefully spread the diary, trying to find clues from it.

Will Mr. Zeng bury his secret here?

On January 1933, 1, Shanhaiguan fell.In order to protect the cultural relics of the Forbidden City, the Nanjing National Government decided to move the cultural relics to the south.And prepare for the Central Museum in Nanjing, which is now the Nanjing Museum.

After the July 1937th Incident in [-], the cultural relics were moved to Sichuan.Zeng Zhaoyu accompanied him as the director-general of the preparatory office of the China Expo.

In the Southwest, what the hell is going on?As a result, Zeng Zhaoyu's diary happened to include that part.Judging from the Da Nei file obtained by Taizhou, after Boluo broke through Jiangyin City, the thing was regarded as an ordinary treasure, transported to Beijing to be offered to the emperor, and hidden in the Da Nei treasure house.

After the cultural relics moved to the south, after wars and changes in the current situation, the treasures of the Forbidden City were left scattered in three places.One is to return to the Forbidden City, the other is to stay in Nanbo, and the third is to move to Taiwan with Chiang Kai-shek.

Lancinate flipped through the diary carefully, sliding her fingertips slowly across the paper.Zhang Gongyu stared intently, without blinking.The reception room was filled with an atmosphere of tension, only the thick-lined colleagues yawned boredly.

The contents of the diary were detailed and cumbersome. Lancinate looked through the front and rear parts of the lost diary, but found no clues.So I picked up the last one directly.

"Liang comes in the morning, and lies down to rest in the afternoon."

This is the last sentence left by Mr. Zeng Zhaoyu in his diary.It can probably be regarded as the last words of this cultural, cultural and archaeological master.

Lancinate quickly took off a piece of glove on her thumb, and fumbled for the blank space under this sentence with her fingertips.Those weird, uncurved eyes narrowed slightly, keenly noticing that there was something unusual about the paper.

Zhang Gong and his heart moved, his brows were tightly furrowed.Just as he was about to stop drinking, he saw that this strange visitor had calmly put on his gloves.Thinking of the leader's tone, Zhang Gongyu was even more startled.She loves museums and cultural relics deeply, and understands the complexity of the system.

Seeing that the staring custodian next to him didn't make a sound, Lancinate smiled slightly in his heart.

The handsome face remained calm, and he turned the diary back.The yellowed paper was lightly placed on the right hand.A thin needle sticks out from under the paper, piercing the white glove.The transparent liquid slowly gathered into water droplets at the tip of the needle, and then dripped quietly, soaking the paper in an instant.

The gloved right hand is half-covered on the diary.The cold eyes that were sharpened by the knife and the ax were lowered and scanned the writing on the paper.

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The author has something to say: Today's first update, I wish Xiaomu a speedy recovery and become a healthy little sapling.