There is no moon tonight, and the stars are shining.

Professor Qian straightened up from his seat, removed his eyes, rubbed his sore eyes, and sighed softly. I always feel as if I have forgotten something, but I can't remember it, and when I concentrate a little bit, my head will either throb or go blank. It's really upset.

Professor Qian closed the notebook on the table, then put it in a drawer, and glanced at the bell on the wall, it was already past 11 o'clock, it seemed that he could not concentrate on research today, it was better to go back to the hotel and have a good sleep. Grab the coat from your chair and walk outside the research room.

The sound of 'knock-knock' footsteps sounded in the quiet walkway. At this time, everyone except the one on duty went back to their rooms to sleep. Professor Qian was walking alone in the corridor, and when he was about to walk up the stairs, he suddenly turned back again, and he was still a little worried about the restoration of the three groups of treasures, so he decided to go and see before leaving.

To reach the three groups of treasures, one must pass through the storage room for the funerary goods. Before he reached the door of the storeroom, he heard a rustling sound. Professor Qian couldn't help frowning, could it be that there were rats in the storage room? It's a precious funerary object, it's all from a thousand years ago, and if a rat goes in, it will be a huge loss! Thinking of this, Professor Qian immediately walked quickly to the storage room.

Professor Qian frowned and looked at the door of the storeroom, the thick iron door revealing a small slit. Did the administrator forget to lock the door? Stretching out his hand and silently pushing open the iron door, Professor Qian cautiously walked in, and the sound of squirming was no longer audible. I guess I heard a human voice, so I hid it. , what a nasty rat! I'll have to find a ratcatcher tomorrow to catch it!

After making a decision, Professor Qian didn't stay any longer, turned around and walked towards the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the corner next to the shelf, and suddenly found a shadow on the ground of a shelf with an arc. Professor Qian couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and shouted loudly, "Who is there?" ”

The arc trembled slightly, although it was extremely small, but Professor Qian kept staring at it, and he didn't let go of the slight tremor for a moment, and the already irritable mood came up with a 'poof' sound, and strode towards the shelf.

As soon as he stepped into the shadows, he only felt something smashing towards his head, Professor Qian took a big step back without thinking, and with a 'bang', a wooden stick smashed into the place where Professor Qian was standing before. Professor Qian had a cold sweat on his forehead, and when he looked at it, he saw that the end of the wooden stick was a pair of hands with rough skin full of calluses, and when he saw that he had not hit Professor Qian, he immediately scattered the wooden stick, and a middle-aged man with an honest face quickly ran towards the gate from the shadows.

"Stop!" Professor Qian immediately understood that this guy was not just a mouse, but also a big mouse! "Come on! There are thieves!! ”

Professor Qian chased forward with all his might, shouting loudly, and the scene of chasing people was once again staged in the silent research institute, but this time Professor Qian was very clear-headed. Professor Qian's voice quickly drew the security guard on duty over. The middle-aged man saw that there was someone in front of him, and hurriedly pushed open the door of a room and got in.

Professor Qian and the security guard on duty chased him to the room, and it happened to be the room where Professor Qian was studying the female corpse. A few people walked into the room, Professor Qian found the light switch, turned on with a 'snap', and the light suddenly turned on, making the eyes of several people instantly white, and they couldn't see anything clearly. When they finally saw things, several people couldn't help but be shocked.

The middle-aged man did not hide, but stood motionless next to the crystal view, holding the gold and silver funerary goods stolen from the storeroom. Because he turned his back to them, he couldn't see his expression.

Professor Qian and the others looked at each other, and finally walked up. It's best not to run, just grab it and send it to the police station. Several people walked forward quickly and said in a deep voice, "Let's go." Go to the police station and sit down. ”

The middle-aged man didn't move, and a few people looked over, only to see that the middle-aged man was staring intently at the female corpse in the crystal coffin, with a little bloodshot in his eyes. The security guard on duty of the female corpse had also seen it, and although she had seen it, it was still very uncomfortable to see it again. Professor Qian on the side didn't react much to the female corpse, but when he saw the middle-aged man motionless, his palms couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The middle-aged man turned around, and just when several people thought he was going to go to the police station with him, he suddenly showed a strange smile. The funeral goods in their hands were thrown on everyone's bodies, and even through the thick clothes, several people felt a sharp pain, which was a lot of strength!

While the security guard on duty was squatting on the ground and wailing, the middle-aged man's body slammed into Professor Qian's body. Professor Qian didn't notice it, and his body immediately fell to the side, and he fell to the ground with a 'bang'. The middle-aged man quickly ran towards the door.

"Quick! Catch him! Professor Qian shouted in pain. The security guards on duty were busy covering their still aching bodies and chased after them.

"Don't run!" With their familiarity with the layout of the museum, several people forced the middle-aged man into a corner. Professor Qian panted and followed behind, and said to the middle-aged man who was blocked in a dead corner, "You should obediently follow us to the police station, as long as you promise not to steal anything from the research institute in the future, we can ask the judge to intercede for you and sentence you less criminal law." ”

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to it, looked around, glanced at Professor Qian fiercely, turned his heart sideways, and bumped into Professor Qian again. This time, Professor Qian was prepared and hurriedly took a few steps to the side. Because there was no obstruction, the middle-aged man ran outside. Suddenly, a black shadow, the middle-aged man was pressed to the ground, "Report!" The second group is in the northeast corner of the museum's exhibition hall 1, and the suspects are arrested! ”

"Good! Take it back to the police station, and you're done! A staccato voice came over the radio.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man said loudly.

"Hello! We are the police officers of the Fengxian City Police Station. A uniformed policeman stepped forward, "We have been investigating the case of wounding people in the ancient tomb of Yuxi Village, and not long ago we found clues and determined that the suspect is Zhang Hu, a villager from Yuxi Village who has just been arrested." As for what he stole just now, we need to bring it back as evidence, and return it as soon as the evidence is collected, and we ask that your museum can actively cooperate with our work. ”

"Of course! Police-public cooperation is also the obligation of our people! "The people on duty all looked at Professor Qian, after all, they were just ordinary security guards and couldn't be the master. There was no way, Professor Qian could only go up and say. "But, I'm not the director here after all, so let's do it, I'll give you the phone number of Director Li, and you can tell him personally, okay?"

The police thought about it and nodded in agreement, and Professor Qian immediately dialed the phone number of his old classmate. "What's the matter, old classmate?" Curator Li's confused voice came from the other end of the phone, needless to say, he had already gone to bed. Professor Qian didn't say much, and handed the phone to the police. The police took the phone and talked to Director Li for a while, and then returned the phone to Professor Qian.

"Lao Tongxue, you can help register those things first, and then let the police take them back." Curator Li on the other end said.

"Okay, I got it." After Professor Qian finished speaking, he hung up the phone, turned around and asked the security guard on duty to get a pen and paper, register the things in Zhang Hu's hand one by one, and then let the police take them back.

This delay was almost twelve o'clock, the police pressed Zhang Hu to leave the museum, and the security guards on duty also returned to their posts, no one noticed that an extremely thin black line overflowed from Zhang Hu, who left, and quickly drilled into Professor Qian's eyebrows. Professor Qian only felt that his brain was blank, and a bloody light flashed in his eyes.