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After She Lang hung up the phone, he always felt that this development was too bizarre, so he simply went to look at the other houses, and wanted to ask the opinions of the group of uncles and uncles, but after going around the three houses, he found that the elders in the family were all like his father. Same, after going to that place, I didn't see him coming back.

The young people in the family are also worried, and She Lang just delivered it to their door...

"It's unlucky, I almost didn't detain me. What did Uncle Wan and the others think? They didn't even make a phone call after they went there. The others thought it was the one who turned his face and detained him. If I hadn't gone In time, maybe I will come to you again." She Lang muttered: "The place can be found casually? Didn't you see that my living example is still in front of you?"

He talked for a long time, and seeing that the people around him didn't even respond, he bumped him with an elbow: "Your status is different now, so we don't want this friendship anymore? Forget it, let's break up."

Zhang Chen rubbed his arms: "Take it easy, I have to go back for a checkup."

She Lang immediately came over and rubbed the place where he bumped into just now with a playful smile: "So strict? Go out and go back for an inspection?"

Zhang Chen yawned: "It's not because I'm going out that I need to be checked, and I need to be checked if I don't go out——I'm still seeing a doctor."

She Lang understood, and looked into Zhang Chen's eyes: "Your illness can be cured? Or do you have to slowly cure the sequelae of your tomb?"

"Both of them have to be treated, it's very troublesome." Zhang Chen yawned again: "You haven't seen my schedule, there are three treatments a day for the treatment alone, besides this, I have to catch up schedule……"

She Lang interrupted him: "What's the progress? Why does this word sound familiar? I feel like I've heard it somewhere."

"The progress of the course. Those local masters have been training for a long time. I guess that's what Uncle She said on the phone.

As for why the elders of the Wan family didn't call home, maybe it was because there were too many classes and they really couldn't spare time. "

She Lang opened his mouth wide: "Course progress? What class are they taking?"

Zhang Chen: "That's too much. The manual for safe use of equipment, and the detailed explanation of the process of standardizing the tomb.

Oh, by the way, there are also criminal law and legal awareness science. In addition to these theoretical courses, there are also practical courses. The practical courses include physical training and fighting skills. In addition, there are handicraft exchanges, tomb-robbing tips, etc... "

She Lang was dumbfounded, and suspected that he was listening to a bizarre story: "Such an exaggeration? No, it should be said that 'that' can really do this? There are hundreds of people in the Tufuzi alone, and it is necessary to arrange different courses for so many people and take care of food and drink Lazar, that's too..."

When She Lang said this, he suddenly remembered the fantastic experience of going to the grave with the black suit before. The past was vivid in his memory, the black suit that was banned by law, their unimpeded access to the entire X province, and the professional burial equipment...

The words in his mouth turned twice, and he changed the words in a daze: "As expected of an old man!"

Zhang Chen couldn't resonate with him. In order to find time to meet him during his busy schedule, he rushed late into the night these days and suffered from severe lack of sleep.

As for the little eye problem... To be honest, he is too busy these days to care about those things at all. Even if the scene of a sea of ​​blood suddenly appears in front of him, he can calmly stare blankly for a while, and wait for it to disappear , continue to catch up with homework.

Zhang Chen was stunned for a while, the sleepiness passed, and he brought up the business: "How about I take you to see it?"

She Lang was a little moved, but also a little worried. He glanced around and said in a low voice, "I really want to see what that place is, but what if I'm left behind to attend class?"

He wailed like a scumbag: "I didn't do well in school."

Seeing him like this, Zhang Chen was a little puzzled: "Didn't your father tell you to take the civil service exam? Then you have to take the exam."

"As far as my father's thoughts changed three times that day, I guess he just mentioned it casually," She Lang was very confident about this: "If I study well, I won't be in this business."

Zhang Chen was silent for two seconds, and expressed emotion: "I thought you did this because of family history."

She Lang glanced at him in shock: "Who would be so stupid as to run to death? It's not like you don't know how high the death rate is in our industry. If you have a choice, you should change careers."

"Don't look at the majesty of the Four Great Masters, it's all false."

Speaking of this, She Lang touched his chin, and suddenly realized: "Mr. Ji is really right, this rule should have been changed a long time ago! Although the money earned is less, but it is safe, you can still Hold your thighs."

Your position has changed too quickly.

Seeing that he made himself clear, Zhang Chen didn't talk nonsense, looked at the time, and urged him: "Let's go, let's go see Uncle She first."

Although he was very worried that he would never come back, but he couldn't help being too curious, She Lang followed Zhang Chen to that mysterious place to visit his father.

The mysterious location is not mysterious. The sign of "Archaeological Excavation Training Center" is hung on the vast building complex-even it can be found on the navigation.

She Lang followed behind Zhang Chen, muttering softly: "I don't know why, it feels a bit strange."

Zhang Chen was puzzled: "We haven't even entered the gate yet? What's so strange about the main road?"

"It's not that this place is wrong," She Lang shook his head: "It feels very strange, what should I say?"

She Lang thought about the wording, and looked at the big characters of "Archaeological Excavation Training Center" shining in the sun: "It feels like walking in the sun with integrity."

Zhang Chen didn't have so many sentimental feelings—he couldn't finish his homework, and he had several subjects piled up in his hands, and he had to cooperate with treatment when he went back. As long as he thought about these mountainous things, he would wake up instantly.

Fortunately, She Lang didn't need him to agree, he nodded to himself after sighing: "As expected of Mr. Ji! A generation of legends! It's so terrifying!"

Zhang Chen was silent for two seconds because of the exaggerated adjective, but decided to continue on his way, leading She Lang straight to the inside of the training center.

The interior of the training center is very formal, with a complete registration office and exhibition hall. If you accidentally enter it, you may think that you have entered a museum—especially the detailed text introduction panel in the exhibition hall, which describes the occupation of tomb robbers along the history. The evolution process is explained clearly.

Zhang Chen and She Lang met for the first time and stayed in the exhibition hall for a while.

She Lang's attention was attracted by another exhibition hall. He stared at the familiar tools for a moment, then nudged Zhang Chen with his elbow: "Do you think those tools look familiar?"

Zhang Chen glanced at the simple and historical tool: "Have we used it before?"

She Lang has the right to speak about this: "Impossible, the ones we use are all new. These look old, and they may have been passed down from my grandfather's generation..." She Lang suddenly came to his senses. Come over: "But why is this thing here?"

Zhang Chen had already guessed the answer, but he glanced at She Lang, swallowed back the words thoughtfully, and changed the subject: "Let's go, let's go inside."

The area behind the exhibition hall is not open to the public. After Zhang Chen and She Lang registered as internal personnel, they got their pass and entered inside.

There are busy people everywhere inside the building, some are hurrying to go to class, some are grinning and walking slowly...

Before Zhang Chen and She Lang could figure out the situation, acquaintances came to say hello one after another.

"She Lang, are you here too? Which class are you in?"

"Why did you come here? There's too much progress in this course, so you have to be too busy next time? If you want me to say, your father is just too careless."

"You seem to be the first to come from the four major families. If you say that, your father is not caring, but too caring."

"She Lang, who is this person next to you? Looks a little unfamiliar?"

"She Lang, why didn't you bring a suitcase? You will be staying for so many days, and you don't even bring a piece of clothing?"

"Come, come, I'll take you to find your father, class [-] should be going to a practical class..."

After all, the Four Families are the Four Families, and She Lang is quite well-known in this industry. These are all uncles who watched him grow up, and some even went to the grave with him.

Compared to him, Zhang Chen is a complete stranger in this industry. Although he is a bit famous and has been to the tomb several times, very few people can match his face with his name for a while.

Surrounded by the crowd, She Lang immediately found a familiar feeling, and said to the group of uncles, brothers and brothers: "I just came to see my father, and I didn't plan to stay for a long time. Isn't this empty-handed? Please, please give me a hand." Show me the way."

Hearing this explanation, everyone showed meaningful expressions, patted She Lang on the shoulder, and pointed him in the direction: "The practical class is over there, you go straight down the corridor, go to the end and then turn left , I saw a very large classroom and arrived."

There were also well-meaning people on the side to persuade She Lang: "You should prepare quickly, otherwise you will find that you are missing everything, and you will be in trouble."

There is quite a bit of emotion in the voice...

The practical class is very lively.

There are roughly four spaces in the large classroom, and each space simulates the scene of a tomb, some with coffins, and some with bottles and jars.

There are a group of people in each space, who are fully armed and carrying out "simulated tomb robbery practice", carefully clearing the traps in the tomb, taking away the valuable things in the tomb safely, and keeping everything in categories.

It will be even more troublesome if there are murals in the tomb, because the preservation method of murals is very complicated, and if you are not careful, they will be oxidized and faded due to air.

Zhang Chen and She Lang stood at the door and watched for a long time.

She Lang lowered his voice and whispered to Zhang Chen: "What are they doing? Why is it so complicated?"

Zhang Chen guessed something, and reminded: "Professionalization, standardization, security..."

Hearing these three words, She Lang couldn't help grinning: "I know, isn't it too troublesome to watch them toss? Just take something, it's a brush, and it's soft shell..."

"Where is this? You haven't seen the most troublesome thing yet," Zhang Chen said with a long sigh: "The preparations before going to the tomb are just one more thing."

Shocked, She Lang glanced at the people in the room who were carefully handling the unearthed cultural relics, and made up his mind that he must not stay here for long.

He looked around and saw a person who looked like a teacher staring at them for a long time, leaned over and whispered to him, and not long after, She Shan was called out.

Wan Sanwang was rubbing the murals. Seeing She Shan leaving his things and walking outside, his eyes drifted there. When he saw a familiar figure outside the door, he suddenly thought of an important matter.

He leaned over to the head of Mr. Hou who was processing the relief: "Did you call home?"

Hou Sanye paused, and said confidently: "How many people are there in my family? It doesn't matter if they are beaten or not."

He is looking for the wrong person to negotiate with. Hou Sanye has no sons, but Wan Sanwang not only has, but also has several.

Wan Sanwang looked around the classroom. Because of her age, Jin Gu was mainly responsible for checking for gaps—using her rich life experience to complete those parts that might be missing in the courses—and did not attend classes with them.

No one could discuss it, so Wan Sanwang simply continued to busy with the work at hand, thinking about making a phone call when he was free and telling his family about the situation.

outside the classroom.

"It's fine for you to come, why did you kidnap Zhang Chen?" She Shan glared at She Lang: "Besides, why are you here? What if you are missed? You still have to go to the public examination. "

Co-author Your old man hasn't forgotten what he said on the phone?The corner of She Lang's mouth twitched: "Aren't I worried about you?"

She Shan straightened her back: "See you now? I'm fine, so hurry back."

She Lang glanced at the classroom, and said in a low voice, "Father, tell me the truth, this matter... is it over?"

"Five insurances and one housing fund, three times the salary on holidays, five days off and two days off..." The routine was only halfway through, and seeing She Lang's disbelief, She Shan also lowered her voice: "Otherwise? You are very young, listen to this matter." The elders will do. That's it, we will do what Mr. Ji says, that's right."

To be honest, She Lang still has some doubts that She Shan and the others have taken the wrong medicine. How can these old Jianghu who have been in the arena for decades be so easy to accept new ideas?

Not to mention such a big movement, a change that affects the entire industry.

Seeing She Lang's expression, She Shan knew what he was thinking, patted his head, and said to Zhang Chen: "You have a good relationship with my kid, take him out to see the world when you have time."

Zhang Chen nodded: "I see, uncle."

She Shan pushed She Lang: "Okay, you can go quickly, remember, Kaogong!"

She Shan returned to the classroom without nostalgia, and She Lang looked at Zhang Chen blankly: "Why do I think you guys know something that I don't?"

Zhang Chen led him out, and said slowly, "I bought you a plane ticket, and it takes off at four in the afternoon. You can still catch the plane if you leave now."

She Lang is very familiar with this kind of mysterious arrangement without cause and effect, and he didn't ask him when he bought the plane ticket, let alone why he bought the plane ticket, but only asked: "Where are you going?"

Zhang Chen yawned: "Province X, someone will pick you up when you get off the plane, just follow him."

She Lang was a little nervous about Province X: "Could it be Jimo Mountain? I've only been to that place, and I almost never came back..."

When the two of them were about to part, She Lang lowered his voice and asked Zhang Chen mysteriously: "Is there still room for the big tomb you mentioned earlier?"

"Next," Zhang Chen said firmly, "so you have to perform well."

She Lang nodded to him, indicating to Zhang Chen that he knew it well, and boarded the plane without saying a word.

Zhang Chen went back to the hospital slowly. Mr. Ji finally let go of the second ring of Qixing Lianzhu. Zhang Chen chose a group of people, but still felt that She Lang could cooperate with him more smoothly.

Of course, if he wanted to go to the second tomb of Qixing Lianzhu, Zhang Chen and She Lang couldn't be the only two people, so he had to look over one by one and pick out suitable people to form a team.

When She Lang got off the plane, the person who came to pick him up was a native who was travel-stained and tired.

While the vehicle was still on the way to Jimo Mountain, She Lang got close to the other party in a few words. After all, there are only so few people in this business, and there are always overlaps in interpersonal relationships when going around.

When she got close, She Lang started to talk.

"Brother, what are you doing in Jimo Mountain? Seeing how tired you are, the battle is quite big?"

Lao Sha wiped his face. They were all foxes of thousands of years. As soon as She Lang rolled his eyes, Lao Sha guessed what he was thinking. What about the qualifications to go to the grave?"

She Lang wasn't embarrassed when his thoughts were broken, and asked cheekily: "Then those who are in Jimo Mountain are all good players now? My father and the others are not capable and not qualified, right?"

"Who told them to come late? They haven't finished their classes, and they haven't taken exams. If they want to go to the grave, they still have to wait."

She Lang gasped: "Now I have to go to the grave and have to take the exam?"

"Not only do you have to take the exam, but you also have the corresponding qualification certificate." Lao Sha shook his head and said, "I have been a Tufuzi for most of my life, and I have never encountered such..."

The words in Lao Sha's mouth went around, but he couldn't find the right one, so he stopped talking and stepped on the gas pedal: "Don't ask so much, you will know when you get there. Mr. Ji is really..." Lao Sha Sha gave a thumbs up: "This!"

The curiosity in She Lang's heart was almost overflowing. Seeing Lao Sha driving with all his heart, he swallowed all his doubts and stared out the window intently.

It didn't take long to see something was wrong.

"Has this road been repaired? When I came here before, I didn't seem to have seen such a smooth road."

It's not just that there is no such a smooth road?Their first trip was really up the mountain and down to the countryside, all running to remote places, and they never took a serious road at all.

"This road has just been repaired. You are lucky to catch up." Lao Sha pointed forward: "Here, do you see that black shadow over there? Jimo Mountain."

She Lang narrowed his eyes and looked ahead, as if he could vaguely see the shadow of the mountain, but the shape didn't look like a mountain.

Before he could figure it out, he shifted his attention to what Lao Sha had just said: "Building roads? The amount of work is not small..."

While talking, She Lang stopped talking suddenly, because the vehicle approached, the shadowy mountain in front revealed its true colors.

She Lang forgot all the thoughts wandering in his mind.

It was indeed Jimo Mountain, but it was different from the Jimo Mountain in his memory. The tall mountain was cut in half by something, and the peak disappeared, leaving only the lower half of the mountain.

From the sky to the ground, there is a dense circle of small black spots around Jimo Mountain. The huge mechanical arm hangs high in the air and penetrates into the mountain.

The man-made handmade frame circled around the mountain, and people were busy climbing up and down.

Human beings are so small and yet so powerful in front of nature.

As the vehicle galloped all the way, the distance between them and Jimo Mountain was getting closer and closer, those small black spots and the busy crowd were fully exposed in front of She Lang.

Jimo Mountain became a huge construction site, or rather, an upside-down bowl, and the location of the tomb was dug through.

Most of the cultural relics were transported to the camps stationed outside Jimo Mountain, leaving the cemetery to be exposed to the sun.

She Lang glanced at the bright sun in the sky, and then at the uncovered ancient tomb, almost wanting to cry for it.

This is called the corpse exposure wilderness.

With this intensity of light, no matter whether it is a thousand-year-old rice dumpling or a ten-thousand-year wraith, it has to be superseded by physics.

This is not tomb robbery, who can make such a move?Can't wait to beat gongs and drums to call it to the world?

She Lang always felt that the scene in front of him was full of disobedience.

However, this doubt did not stay in his mind for too long. As soon as he entered the camp, his attention was immediately attracted by the unearthed cultural relics and various instruments neatly arranged in different types in the camp.

Most of the Tufuzi stayed in the camp to clean up and register the cultural relics, while the other part studied the mechanism and structure of the tomb in the tomb, as well as the cause and ability of the zongzi.

As for the existence of zongzi, this topic is the content of research by another group of professionals.

Tu Fuzi is an expert in the field of "tomb robbery and zongzi", so their work scope also focuses on these two.

She Lang walked around the camp and found that he didn't know most of the instruments used by the Tufuzi, so he dragged someone to ask: "What are these instruments for?"

"You don't have a research certificate, do you?" The person being dragged glanced at She Lang: "This is all to be learned, and it's in the class on the standard use of archaeological instruments."

The Tu Fuzi, who was busy and concentrated on the side, was interrupted from his thoughts, looked at She Lang, and waved impatiently: "She Lang? You didn't verify why you came here? Let's go, don't disturb our work."

She Lang simply took the ladder and ran directly to the top of the tomb. Looking down at the big tomb from the top of the ladder, She Lang had the illusion that he was in a hallucination.

The things in the tomb were moved cleanly, a bunch of instruments were placed, and the wires were pulled all the way to the foot of the mountain. Staff wearing full protective suits were collecting soil samples and water samples under the tomb. Various instruments were rumbling, technical terms There are endless ones, and it is completely a busy scientific research unit.

How can I still see the appearance of an ancient tomb that is mysterious and dangerous.

She Lang raised his head and glanced at the sun, and only had one thought: the world has changed too fast.