Han Xiao has been thinking about Zheng Ruanhao's ridicule, and he has read too many tomb robbery novels, right?

He denied this point of view more than once, and when he saw the comparison chart of the upper and lower floors, he felt that he had found a new clue, and the analysis of the gloom made him more convinced, there was still a new space underneath, but he didn't dare to dig it at will.

Could it be that Xia Qing will live below, thinking of this, he felt a chill down his spine, and he was very excited.

No matter what this tomb has to do with him, as long as he remembers Xia Qing's entrustment, he must repair it and find the painting again, then Xia Qing may appear.

The renovation and the search for paintings are all in progress, and all he has to do at the moment is to explore.

In order to verify, Han Xiao contacted the original old curator and drove to the field.

After the old curator retired, he occasionally went to colleges and universities to give a lecture, but most of the time was idle, because the exhibition hall he thought of became a bar, and the old curator fell ill in a fit of anger.

Han Xiao met the old curator on the hospital bed.

When the old curator heard that Han Xiao had acquired the bar and was going to rebuild it into the original exhibition hall, he was so excited that he almost jumped out of bed and bowed to Han Xiao.

"What did you say, the excavation work back then?" the old curator heard Han Xiao's inquiry and fell into deep thought.

At that time, the equipment was backward, there were not many professionals, only a dozen people dug together, and at the beginning the locals were invited to dig with shovels, and soon a layer of the surface was dug up, but the first layer was nothing, just some ordinary bricks and tiles.

I started digging the first layer of the underground, thinking that the first layer of the underground would be similar to the first layer of the surface, but it was like, the surface was a circle of walls, and in the middle was a house, and the house was set inside the house.

When the old curator said this, he wanted to compare, just like the Russian one with a lot of dolls set together.

There are a lot of collections on the basement floor, some porcelain in part, and some painted pottery, because the things below are very precious, in order to prevent loss, only the old curator on the basement is excavated.

Everything was cleaned out, sealed in boxes, and sent to the Municipal Bureau of Cultural Relics.

There are a lot of things on the basement floor, and we are digging and discussing what kind of owner it is, and the number of burials is so large.

"Which dynasty is it from?" Han Xiao suddenly thought of this question and asked.

The old curator sighed, "It's weird, there are no dynastic clues, and even the structure of the tomb is very weird." ”

When Han Xiao heard this, he was shocked, this is a good thing!

"And what happened later?" Han Xiao continued to ask.

The old curator continued his reminiscences.

Later, the basement floor was finally dug up, and the surrounding wall was also seen, which was smaller than the outer wall.

According to this law, they quickly found the exact location of the second basement wall.

It's a little smaller than the basement level.

They continued to excavate, and the contents were much more precious than the previous layer, which were well-sealed calligraphy, paintings, books, and precious ornaments.

"Is there a coffin?" Han Xiao asked eagerly.

The old curator frowned and shook his head.

"Didn't you dig down again, there should be a third and fourth layer?" Han Xiao asked.

The old curator raised his eyes and said in surprise: "How can there be a third and fourth floors, we have searched all over, but we have not found the coffin and the basement floor." ”

"How come? I measured it two days ago, and there are traces of buildings!" Han Xiao replied seriously, it was impossible to find it, it should be that the equipment was backward at that time. "Did you dig down?"

Later, the province sent experts to use foreign equipment to make measurements, and there was nothing underneath. ”

"What's wrong with the team?"

"It's all a small injury, a broken foot, a hand, you look at me, there is a scar on the arm, it was when I fell into the pit not long ago, and the tool scratched. As he spoke, the old curator rolled up his sleeves and pointed to a scar on his arm.

Han Xiao looked at it carefully before he sat up straight again. "Then don't dig it?"

"We wanted to dig, and later you also knew that there were many things, we were afraid that we would not be able to dig up things when the time came, and we would be criticized by the leaders, and we were afraid that we would dig up things, and we would not protect them well. The old curator said with regret.

He had always believed that there was something underneath, at least a coffin called a tomb, but experts at the time concluded that it was nothing more than a burial pit, like the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Shi Huang.

At that time, the funds were limited, the personnel were limited, the tools were limited, and even if they were really excavated, the protection capacity was limited, so the curator at that time thought that he could keep it like this for the first time, and then dig it when the time came.

However, this is more than 30 years!

"So when you built the museum, you left a tomb road for tomb robbery?" Han Xiao asked.

The old curator leaned on the side of the bed a little weakly, he was old, but what he wanted to do had not been done. "Yes, the relevant departments attached great importance to the cultural relics unearthed at the beginning, and thought that this was a cemetery, and maybe there were large mausoleums around, so the place that was dug up at that time was transformed into an exhibition hall. ”

"It's also your opinion that the renovation doesn't change the pattern inside, right?" Han Xiao thought, who would build an exhibition hall with two floors underground and one floor above ground, or a tomb renovation.

"Well, there was such thinking at that time, and there was also such a transformation. The old curator looked at Han Xiao, the young man back then, full of spirit, and now he is almost fifty years old, let alone him?

"If I find someone to dig up, do you think it will damage the contents inside?" Han Xiao asked with a frown, he was a little afraid that he would really dig up the coffin, and it was Xia Qing who was lying inside.

The old curator's eyes suddenly flashed, he sat up slowly, took Han Xiao's hand, and said excitedly: "Do you want to ask someone to dig it up? Really, I can help you get in touch, and I will be discharged from the hospital in two days." ”

"Dad, what are you talking about? The doctor said that he would stay for at least ten days. The daughter who came in heard the old father's words and hurriedly interrupted.

Han Xiao stood up, saw an eldest sister who was about the same age as him, and said hello.

The eldest sister complained, "Why don't you tell others about your archaeological experience?" and the half-dug tomb. ”

When Han Xiao heard this, he tugged at the corners of his mouth.

After the eldest sister served the old man and took medicine, she settled him to sleep before coming out to find Han Xiao who was waiting outside.

"Don't listen to my father's nonsense, he has an Alheimer's certificate, and he speaks upside down, and when he sees a patient, he will say that he dug an ancient tomb back then, and there were countless burial goods, but he didn't dig it to the end, and he regretted it for the rest of his life. When the eldest sister came out, she said bluntly.

When Han Xiao heard this, his heart was half cold, and he probably couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

He led the eldest sister out to have a bite to eat, and then returned to the ward, intending to say hello to the old curator and leave.

"Old curator, I'm leaving, I'll come to see you next time I have time. ”

The old curator had just woken up, with a pair of eyes with feces in the corners of his eyes, he looked at Han Xiao carefully, and said with a smile: "Well, I remember you, you and your girlfriend came here for an internship after graduating from college, and I received you." ”

Han Xiao nodded, thinking that the old curator still remembered a lot of things, and the words of the morning should be true.

"Your girlfriend is beautiful, just like the person in that picture. The old curator said in good spirits.

Han Xiao was startled, took two steps forward, grabbed the old curator's hand, and trembled a little excitedly.

"Dad, do you want to drink water?" the eldest sister came up and asked.

The old curator glanced at his daughter and twisted his head angrily, "Your girlfriend is not very old, why do you still call me Dad, it's wrong!"