The woman was arranging her clothes, and she seemed to hear a strange sound, and when she followed the sound, she saw that it was just facing a skull, and it was placed on top of a cabinet not far away. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahh

The woman was so frightened that she quickly hid behind the curator, but because she didn't put on her underwear, she stumbled and fell to the ground, but she still shouted in horror: "Ghost, ghost! ”

This shout made Zhang Mengmeng, who was holding back and wanted to cough, but was forcibly blocked by Zeng Yifan with his mouth, calmed down, as if he didn't have that feeling of wanting to cough strongly.

So he poked Zeng Yifan's chest with his finger and motioned for him to turn his face sideways. At this time, Zeng Yifan could only move, Zhang Mengmeng almost stuck the back of her head against the cabinet door, and just now she attracted the attention of the two people outside because of her coughing, if there is a slight movement at this time, she will definitely be caught.

Zeng Yifan's kiss felt like wandering in a sea of flowers, and his whole body and mind were surrounded by that elegant and rich atmosphere. In an instant, he saw a multicolored glow appear in the sky, was that a dragon? What's the other one?

It was an extraordinary way in extraordinary times, but I didn't expect this kiss to fall completely. Even if he was still a little sober at the moment and knew that he should let go, Zeng Yifan didn't want to let go at all.

Outside, the curator saw that his lover fell to the ground in fear, so he had to explain: "That's a cultural relic, it's the skull of the Mapei people in the Middle Paleolithic period, don't be afraid." ”

The woman was still frightened, got up tremblingly, glared at the curator fiercely, and said, "Your museum is sick, even the bones of the dead are placed, can it be sold for money or conjured spirits?" ”

In this regard, the curator was speechless.

However, the voice just now seems to really come from that side. Thinking so, the curator walked over to the cabinet.

Zhang Mengmeng was kissed at the moment, he wanted to break free but couldn't break free, his thoughts were highly concentrated, and his ears were very good, only to hear the footsteps getting closer and closer to the cabinet, and his heart was getting tighter and tighter. Is it true that you have to be caught on the spot? And it's still such an embarrassing state.

The curator reached out and touched the handle of the cabinet and turned it......

Suddenly, the mobile phone on his body rang. The curator was startled and retracted his hand.

"Hello, who's that?" The curator picked up the phone, turned around, and motioned for his lover, who was still panicking, to get dressed quickly.

"Hello hello...... Oooh...... Yes...... Good good! The curator originally looked unhappy, but he immediately reversed his attitude with a phone call, and he just nodded at the phone.

Hanging up the phone, the curator wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead. Zheng Zhengduo, chairman of the Rising Sun Construction Group, personally called himself. This level of grandeur is almost going to force him, a sesame petty official, to death. You must know that many city leaders want to find Mr. Zheng, but they can only go through his housekeeper.

The curator then walked to the glass booth and wiped the stockings that were still hanging on them to the floor. His expression became solemn. Fuxi gossip map, this is it.

"What are you doing!" When the woman saw that her stockings had been thrown to the ground, she complained.

"Hurry up and get dressed and leave!" The curator yelled at the woman.

"It's really annoying, men are like this, when they are in full swing, they turn their faces and don't recognize people when they're done, hum!" The woman angrily picked up her stockings and went out the door.

Coming back to the picture of the animal skin in front of me. The curator's small eyes turned around. The chairman of the Rising Sun Construction Group personally called to ask Fuxi the gossip map, what is it for?

The animal skin 10,000 years ago is said to be a gossip map created by Fuxi, which is more valuable from the perspective of scientific research, but if it is collected, I am afraid it is meaningless. Besides, things that are too old always have a bit of evil spirit, what are you going to do? Could it be that there is a secret hidden in this picture? It can't be a treasure map or something.

Thinking so, the curator reached in and took out the picture, looked at the light carefully, and found nothing. He took out a magnifying glass and took a photo, but it was still just a historic animal skin, probably made of saber-toothed tiger skin.

Could it be that other aids are needed to reveal the special graphics and handwriting?

Maybe it's the ringing of the phone, or maybe it's the noise of the two outside, Zeng Yifan, who was caught in a fragrant kiss and couldn't extricate himself, is completely awake at this moment. And taking advantage of this slightly chaotic gap, Zhang Mengmeng also turned around and turned his back to Zeng Yifan. As a result, both of them were able to see through the cracks in the cabinets.

"What, just now they made themselves wear gloves seriously, and their curators don't wear gloves, picking up things from 10,000 years ago as if they were holding today's newspapers." Zeng Yifan said in his heart.

"No, curator, he ......" Zhang Mengmeng was also quite surprised when he saw this situation. Although the curator is only an administrative official position and is not good at cultural relics, he still has a basic awareness. Moreover, I heard that there are people in the curator's family who still collect everyone.

Surprised, the curator did just that. Not only did he take the picture directly with his hand, but he also turned the animal skin picture upside down, under an incandescent lamp, under an ultraviolet lamp, under a magnifying glass, under a microscope, and even dropped a few drops of iodine on it, but found nothing.

Do you really want to give the picture to Mr. Zheng like this? Being so taken seriously, it is impossible to be without secrets!

In fact, even if you don't consider the secrets of this picture, the current situation is a dead end. Regardless of whether it is valuable in essence or not, if the cultural relics in the museum are lost, his career as a curator will come to an end. But since Old Man Zheng proposed it and didn't give it to him, I am afraid that the consequences will not be optimistic. Give him a fake one, I'm afraid it's worse than not giving it.

After thinking about it, the curator decided to give him a real or false one. His second uncle is a master of making fakes, and he can make two identical Fuxi gossip diagrams by making an identical one, and then cut the real picture in half and seamlessly repair it with the fake.

In this way, the pictures in the museum are still there, and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Thinking of this, the curator's hanging heart finally relaxed a little, quickly rolled up the animal skin map, found a black plastic bag, and went out with it. Let the second uncle rush to make it overnight, and he will be able to get it back tomorrow, without knowing it.

It wasn't until the sound of the door closing for a minute or two that Zhang Mengmeng slowly pushed open the cabinet door after making sure that the curator would not suddenly turn back.

Staring at the empty glass booth, Zhang Mengmeng was a little confused. The loss of cultural relics in the museum for no reason is not a trivial matter, and the curator will not know it, so he is ......

"Yifan, ......what do you say" Zhang Mengmeng just wanted to ask Zeng Yifan's opinion, but when he turned around, he found that he was still in the cabinet.

"Why are you still in there?"

I had no choice but to close my eyes and silently recite Grandpa's meditation technique, hoping to return to normal as soon as possible. She Zhang Mengmeng didn't know that there was more than one scene of self-theft in this room just now, and there was also a living spring palace.