"You say it's a mural?" Cui Minghan couldn't help but take a few steps closer and carefully looked at the smooth ancient paintings on the wall. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You don't think that only those in Dunhuang are called murals," Zhou Mo also walked into the main hall, "This ancient temple and murals are all in the style of the Qing Dynasty, presumably cultural relics of that era." ”

"You seem to have some opinions about that?"

Zhou Mo glanced at him, "I studied Chinese painting for a few years before I went abroad, I know a little bit about it, this is ......" She suddenly paused, and walked quickly to the innermost part of the hall, where there were several large blank spaces on the wall, as if someone had cut off the entire wall skin on it, Zhou Mo touched the wall, "Someone stole these paintings, you see this incision, it is square, it must have been cut off from the wall by a shovel or something." ”

Cui Minghan also walked over, he looked at the wall, and found that the bare grass and mud wall skin was full of shovel marks. "You mean someone stole these artifacts?"

Zhou Mo nodded, "You also know that my country does not attach great importance to the protection of cultural relics, and it is okay for a long time, but the government basically has no protection measures for these cultural relics in modern times, so these thieves have taken advantage of the loopholes." She stroked the mottled wall, her eyes full of distress, "We should report the case to the Cultural Relics Bureau, otherwise the remaining paintings may not be able to be saved." ”

"Sooner rather than later, let's hurry down the mountain, and we can probably catch up before they get off work." Cui Minghan walked out of the hall as he spoke, Zhou Mo followed closely behind him, and the two of them walked out of the hall one after the other.

The mountain road was still muddy, and the way down the mountain was a little more difficult than going up, Cui Minghan walked very fast, and Zhou Mo had to trot all the way behind to barely keep up with his pace. Suddenly, her feet slipped, and she fell limply on the dirt road. Cui Minghan didn't hear the movement behind him, and still walked down the mountain with two long legs, Zhou Mo just wanted to stop him, but suddenly the back of his neck was cold, and the hair in his ears floated up, as if someone was blowing on her neck, just when she was about to turn her head, there was a gentle footstep in her ears, and the person seemed to run away from her.

Zhou Mo turned her head, behind her, there was a handful of brightly pink peach blossoms, where was the shadow of someone, she sighed softly, stood up and patted the dirt on her body, ready to catch up with the ruthless man in front of her, but at this moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a miserable white face, it was in the middle of the peach blossoms, white like a painted mask, and two ink-like eyes looked at this side faintly.

Zhou Mo's heart seemed to be pinched by a cold hand, it squeezed out all the oxygen in it, and then gathered it into a small ball. She looked in the direction of the face again, and found that instead of disappearing, it had changed its expression, squinting at her as if smiling.

"Wrestling?" Cui Minghan finally noticed the abnormality, he turned back and asked her with some concern.

"Shhh Zhou Mo's head was almost hidden in Cui Minghan's arms, and her voice trembled as if she was crying.

"You won't be ...... Is that there is a ...... here? There's a ghost, right? Cui Minghan was no better than her, his body froze all of a sudden, he didn't dare to look back, his neck seemed to be nailed to his shoulder, and he even scared himself when he said that word.

Zhou Mo didn't expect his courage to be so small, she had to grab his hand, force herself not to look at the miserable white face anymore, barely straighten her legs, and walk down the mountain with him step by step.

There was another cold breath, accompanied by a poignant laugh, which swept past the earlobes of the two of them and smashed into their hearts. Cui Minghan's hand tightened, and Zhou Mo's fingertips hurt painfully. The two of them glanced at each other, and suddenly let out an exclamation at the same time, and ran down the hill hand in hand.

A person walked in front of them, Zhou Mo and Cui Minghan were so frightened by this suddenly appearing figure that their legs were weak and they almost fell to their knees.

"Zhou Mo, what's wrong with the two of you, so flustered?"

The person who came was Chen Hao, who was walking towards the mountain with a shovel in his hand and a big travel bag on his back.

"There are ghosts, Chen Hao, there are ghosts here." The two grabbed Chen Hao's arm as if they had seen a savior, hid behind him, and pointed to the mountain road in front of them.

"Ghosts?" Chen Hao looked at the muddy path in front of him with an inexplicable expression, "Where did this ghost come from in the daytime, besides, I haven't seen any ghosts here at night." ”

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, it was hidden in the flowers, with a white face."

"Brother, did you see that too?" Chen Hao turned his head and asked Cui Minghan, who was still hiding behind him.

"That'...... Not really, but I think I heard a burst of laughter. ”

"Hey, there are more birds and beasts in this mountain, how do you know that it is not their voices that you hear, I said how are you more timid than a girl, Zhou Mo was startled, I can still understand, you didn't see anything, but it looks like it is more frightened than her."

Cui Minghan was embarrassed by what he said, he scratched the back of his head, and then tugged on Zhou Mo's sleeve, "Are you really mistaken, maybe it's a peasant woman." ”

"That's right, there are often villagers in this mountain who come up to pick wild vegetables, and in order to avoid sunburn, they often bring a veil to cover their faces, maybe people are scared enough by the two of you." Chen Hao looked at them with tears and laughter.

"God, if that's the case, I'm really embarrassed," Zhou Mo sighed, "That's right," she looked at Chen Hao's equipment, and couldn't help but ask him, "What are you doing here?" ”

Chen Hao glanced at his watch, "It's too late to elaborate now, you go back and ask Qiaoqiao, I have to leave quickly." With that, he restarted his journey and soon disappeared into the peach forest.

When she returned to the inn, it was nearly evening, and Qiao Qiao was sitting on the swing and weaving a wreath, and the branch of the tree soon turned into a beautiful flower crown under her skillful hand, and she beckoned Yifan to come and carefully carry it over her daughter's head.

"Jojo, let's go out and come back for dinner later." Zhou Mo said hello to her, and pulled Cui Minghan out.

"Where are you going?" Jojo stopped her from behind.

"Bureau of Cultural Relics."

"It can't be because of the murals."

Zhou Mo stopped, she turned around, "You also know that there are murals there?" ”

Qiao Qiao walked over to them, "It seems that it is really because of this, then I advise you not to bother, the people of the government don't care, if you really want to take care of it, you won't let these paintings be stolen one after another." ”