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"This is a cultural relic, even if you recover it, it should be handed over to the state." Objective explanations from the police.

"Of course I know, but we want to take a picture with you for a record. I am a participant in this expedition treasure hunt. Chen Ziyou showed his participation card.

"That's no problem, we have communicated and discussed with the organizing committee of the competition in advance." The police immediately made their attitude clear.

In the original agreement reached between the two parties, there was this article, and if the contestants found cultural relics or other things through legitimate channels, they could be counted as treasures found by themselves.

What's more, this is what they fought hard to get back, and it is said that there is a reward for them.

"Can you be faster? The unearthed cultural relics are most afraid of oxidation. Chen Ziyou is worried that excessive oxidation will accelerate the qualitative change of the material and color of the mummies and the silk fabrics on their bodies, causing irreparable losses.

"Understood." Police cars sirened all the way to the city museum.

Chen Ziyou had already called his uncle.

His uncle was the antique expert who helped Zuo Huangzhe sell dragon bones, and his official status was a researcher at the museum.

When the police car carrying the mummified female corpse drove into the museum, Chen Hongwei was already waiting in front of the building with his assistants and equipment.

His assistant lifted the mummy from the car for emergency treatment at the scene, while Chen Hongwei handled the necessary handover procedures on behalf of the museum, the police, Zuo Huangzhe and Chen Ziyou.

After that, the police left with eight prisoners.

"Uncle, this is my friend Zuo Huangzhe. This is my uncle, who works in a museum. Chen Ziyou introduced the identities of both parties.

"Uncle Chen, I've heard of your name for a long time, I haven't met you for a long time, I'm sorry, I should have come to visit a long time ago." Zuo Huangzhe held Chen Hongwei's hand with both hands, and his waist was always respectful.

"It's too polite, young Dacheng, I've heard from my friends about you a long time ago, let's go in together." Chen Hongwei fell in love with this boy when they first met, humble, respectful, eye-catching, knowledgeable, and without the slightest arrogance and arrogance.

"Another day, I won't delay your research today." Zuo Huangzhe knew that Chen Hongwei's heart was afraid that he would have flown to the female corpse a long time ago.

"It's okay, you go back first, and I'll contact you when the test results come out." Chen Hongwei was no longer hypocritical and polite, he was indeed in a hurry to return to the research room.

"I'll go first, you just stay." Zuo Huangzhe looked at Chen Ziyou.

"He can't either, he's not our internal staff, he can't go in, you guys can go together." Chen Hongwei took the initiative to pick up people, he would not violate the rules just because Chen Ziyou was his nephew.

Chen Ziyou nodded, waved his hand, put his right hand around Zuo Huangzhe's neck, and the two buddies left together.

He now has a belly of curiosity about Zuo Huangzhe, which is ten thousand times stronger than that of a mummy.

"Find a place to talk." Chen Ziyou pointed to a tea house around the corner in front of him with his left hand.

"I'll make a phone call first." Zuo Huangzhe understood his friend's thoughts, but there was still a problem in his heart that had not been resolved.

Zhang Jin and Zhou Lin, who were still facing each other when he left, don't know how the battle situation is now.

Who wins and who loses? One shot and two scattered? Lose both?

I looked up at my watch, and it was exactly two and a half hours away.

After dialing the phone, he only asked one question, and only listened to the other party's reply, then put down the phone and said to Chen Ziyou: "Go back to school first." ”

He unfortunately got the latest news that two girls were still in his office competing whose eyes were staring for a long time.

Zhang Jin answered his question like this.

The two girls were braver than the other, and neither of them took the initiative to back down.

Half an hour later, Zuo Huangzhe returned to his office with Chen Ziyou.

As soon as they entered the room, the two boys immediately noticed that they had entered a battlefield shrouded in swords and swords.

Zhang Jin and Zhou Lin sat facing each other, the former crossed Erlang's legs, and the usual Sven had been eaten by dogs; The latter's feet stepped on a pot pulled in front of him, planted with pothos, how comfortable how to come.

"Two, are you tired? Hungry or not? Thirsty or not? Zuo Huangzhe's head broke into the middle of the two girls' sights, blocking their gaze.

"Go aside." Two small hands landed on his head at the same time, one in front of the other, and pushed hard in two different directions.

Zuo Huangzhe spun around in place and sat on the cold marble floor.

He stretched out two hands, one on each side, waiting for some kind woman to pull him up.

The hearts of the two girls are more vicious than the other, and the man who allows them to fight for the wind and jealousy is like a pet abandoned by both of her at the same time, pitiful and distressed for help, ignoring it, and looking at each other coldly.

Chen Ziyou shook his head and died!

He walked over, stretched out his hand, caught Zuo Huangzhe's hand, and pulled it hard.

Zuo Huangzhe did not move.

Chen Ziyou snorted, looked at the scoundrel sitting on the ground with a vicious look, and laughed at himself for his idle pain.

He immediately stepped over Zuo Huangzhe, who was sitting on the ground, kicked him hard as he walked, and then sat on the sofa opposite as an outsider.

In the room, there was a person sitting on each of the three sofas on three sides, and Zuo Huangzhe was sitting on the floor where the three people's eyes met, and his innocent and pitiful eyes seemed to be about to burst into tears.

"Cut!" Both girls tilted their heads at the same time and grinned disdainfully.

Help? Beautiful men?

Does it work?

There is no one in this room who likes him, and he is so amorous?

The war between Zhang Jin and Zhou Lin is just a battle of dignity between them, and it has nothing to do with Zuo Huangzhe.

Not afraid of a cold floor? Just burn it.

Aren't you afraid of pain in your outstretched arm? Take it as you like.

Anyway, they are sitting in the leather sofa of the heated house, comfortable and warm, and they are not afraid to sit for a few more hours, but there is no door for anyone to take the initiative to admit defeat.

Zuo Huangzhe's arm was raised so much that it was sore and painful, and the two beauties were holding their arms and squinting, glaring at each other bitterly and hatefully, and there was no presence of him in their eyes at all.

Chen Ziyou, who was on the other side, watched the fire from the other side, and added fuel to the fire from time to time.

"Zhang Jin, it's okay for your eyes to become weaker, look at other people's, they are sharper and more vicious than knives, you will lose if you continue like this."

"Beautiful reporter, no, no, you can't lean back, sit up straight, your aura is strong."

He said as he observed Zuo Huangzhe's almost hideous face.

Do you want to be the Demon King of the World? I'll let you be a small one.

Zuo Huangzhe, who was sitting on the ground, was also observing the three people around him at the same time.

For the two girls, he also has no feelings, but it is not fun to borrow a knife to kill people and suffer from them.

As for Chen Ziyou, you can use and tease it.

He lucked his breath, his body bounced up, and he plunged straight into Chen Ziyou's arms, and when he turned around, he sat firmly on his lap.

Zuo Huangzhe treated Chen Ziyou as a meat pad, pressed his thighs against his legs, kept his arms in front of his chest, and supported his chin with the thumb of his other hand, smiling and watching the eye battle between the two beauties.

The situation inside the house immediately changed significantly.

Men and women sit on top of each other, women staring.

The room temperature rises sharply, and the ambiguous breath spreads dramatically.

At this moment, the door was slammed open.