"The ancient scrolls are mottled, and the soul of the first generation is ...... ink"

A familiar ringtone rang, Jiang Ting casually turned off the alarm clock on his mobile phone, struggled to sit up from the bed, and looked at the time, six twenty in the morning.

"It's time to go for an interview." Jiang Ting said to himself, he rubbed his face and got up to wash.

Yesterday, Jiang Ting received a call from the instructor, saying that there was an interview opportunity to recommend to him, and Jiang Ting accepted it without thinking about it.

As a graduating archaeology college student, Jiang Ting knew what that meant. Archaeology is an unpopular major, after the admission of the freshmen to change majors, double degrees, double degrees, the remaining few students, some were arranged by their families into the museum, and some were ready to go back to inherit the family business, Jiang Ting became the only remaining fruit of the Department of Archaeology.

"Since Director He recommended this opportunity, I'll try it first." Jiang Ting pondered, and he pulled out a note from the mountain of graduate school entrance examination materials, on which was written the location of this interview.

"Tieshan Road East ......" Jiang Ting frowned, "Near Hanwang Lake, why is it so far away?" But he didn't hesitate too much, and still took a taxi to the address on the note.

The early spring wind mixed with a slight chill opened the diary in the corner of the desktop.

The diary is very new, with a neat line of pen words on it, square and square, very good-looking.

"Twenty-two years, eight months and three days into this world, so far, everything is normal."

……

"Young man, you've all gone to the North Outer Ring Road, why are you going to such a remote place alone?" The taxi driver looked at the young man in front of him who looked like a college student, and was a little puzzled.

"There's something to do." Jiang Ting smiled and didn't explain too much.

"Oh." The taxi driver nodded and said earnestly: "You are all still young, and the days to come will be very long, don't do stupid things." ”

Jiang Ting couldn't cry or laugh, he knew that this was a misunderstanding by the master, so he hurriedly explained a few words, which dispelled the taxi master's doubts.

Taxis are gradually moving into the suburbs, and although it is only early spring, the willow trees by the lake are already a little green, and it seems that these trees are more sensitive to the arrival of spring than humans.

Jiang Ting got out of the car and walked along Tieshan Road for a while, seeing that he was far away from Hanwang Lake, the taxi driver left the place with confidence.

In his previous life, he was a criminal police officer, and while performing a hostage rescue mission, he was killed by a gangster who detonated a bomb.

Before losing consciousness, Jiang Ting only remembered the fire in front of him, but when he regained consciousness, he found that he had come to a new world.

The country he lived in was called the Longxiang Empire, but everyone was more accustomed to calling it Kyushu.

Compared with the previous life of China, although the development is somewhat backward, it has a very close history and culture, including the history of the Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han and other dynasties, which are almost identical.

Tieshan Road was empty, except for the trucks carrying the muck, there was no sound, Jiang Ting wore a long jacket and came to an old-fashioned building.

A white wooden plaque about two meters long hangs next to it, with five large characters written on it:

"Pre-Qin Research Institute."

The door was open, and Jiang Ting did not rush in, but looked around.

In front of him was an old-fashioned building, divided into two floors, the mottled wall skin was peeling off, and there were no other buildings around.

"I don't think it's a little dangerous." Jiang Ting looked at the gate of the research institute and felt a little hairy in his heart.

"Director He won't lie to me." Jiang Ting took a deep breath, his guide was from the military, and he was quite righteous on weekdays, and Jiang Ting trusted him very much.

Having made up his mind, Jiang Ting walked towards the door and took the iron door with him.

Before he reached the door of the house, a faint smell of rust came to his face, Jiang Ting rubbed his nose and shook his head secretly, the research conditions of this pre-Qin research institute were even worse than he imagined.

In the courtyard sat a man, his back to Jiang Ting, wearing only a shirt similar to a tactical vest on his upper body, his knotted muscles exposed, and his two thick arms propped up on a stone table.

"Hello, my name is Jiang Ting, and I am a student who participated in the interview today." Jiang Ting straightened the clothes on his body and spoke.

After a while, seeing that the man ignored him, Jiang Ting cleared his throat and raised his voice: "May I ask if this is the Pre-Qin Research Institute?" I was a student who came for the interview. ”

The other party still didn't react, Jiang Ting frowned, took a few steps forward, and reached out to pat the man.

The man was indifferent, and a sense of foreboding arose slowly, and Jiang Ting moved his arm and put it on the man's neck.

It's cold.

Jiang Ting took a deep breath, a chill ran down his spine, the man's throat was cut open, and a narrow wound appeared in his trachea, obviously dead for a long time.

Blood dripped down the man's body and flowed down the stone table, and the patterns on the stone table were filled with blood and had already coagulated.

Jiang Ting's body stiffened, his brain was a little cloudy, he looked at the small building a few meters away, and his body fell backwards and withdrew.

"What happened? Why is this happening? Jiang Ting's heart beat violently, and it was the first time he had seen such a tragic scene in the twenty-two years since he had crossed over.

"I need to get out of here first." Jiang Ting quickly calmed down, he shifted his steps and walked in the direction of the gate.

"Hundred, hundred,"

A rush of hurried but unhurried footsteps came, Jiang Tinghan's hair stood up, and he almost subconsciously pressed his body against the wall closest to him, not daring to move.

The sound of the door being opened came, and Jiang Ting's heart beat violently, and he immediately regained consciousness.

"Is the murderer back? Or someone from the Pre-Qin Research Institute? Jiang Ting thought quickly, although his movements were still a little uncoordinated, but with the help of his criminal investigation experience in his previous life, he had stabilized his mentality.

"If it's someone from the research institute, it's fine, but if the murderer returns to the scene of the crime, I'm afraid I'll be in danger......" Jiang Ting calmed down, looked at the door of the small building, and ran over without hesitation.

Judging from the sound of footsteps, there were quite a few comers, and he didn't think that with his current physical fitness and fighting skills that had been abandoned for twenty-two years, he could be tough with the most vicious killers.

Everything happened in seconds from the time the door was opened to Jiang Ting's running into the small building, Jiang Ting locked the iron door, glanced at the first floor, and strode towards the second floor.

It's an old building, but the inside has been converted into an office building, the first floor is empty, and something seems to have hung on the wall, but now it's long gone.

The walls had been chiseled in places, revealing large patches of cement, and even the marble bricks on the ground had been lifted, and several corpses were piled on top of the broken stone bricks.

The situation on the second floor was similar to that on the first floor, it was a devastated scene, and Jiang Ting leaned his body against the window on the second floor, observing the situation in the courtyard through the gap in the curtains.

Six figures dressed in special operations suits swept in, each wearing a helmet and protective gear on their faces, hiding their true faces. They moved very quickly, without dragging their feet, and searched the courtyard, gesturing with each other without making any unnecessary sound.

"Oh no, I'm afraid these people have found out that someone has been here." Jiang Ting's heart tightened, gently lowered the curtains, and ran to the other side of the office building.

"Can you get around them through the window?" Jiang Ting thought about it, but when he saw that the three of them were scattered and surrounded the office building, he had to temporarily dismiss this idea.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

A dull sound came, and the people downstairs had already discovered the abnormality in the office building and began to prepare to break in, but in desperation, Jiang Ting could only find a room to hide first.

"Wait, there's someone in the toilet?!" When Jiang Ting passed by the bathroom, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

The lights in the office building are infrared-sensitive, and the toilets are no exception, Jiang Ting has never been to the bathroom, but the lights inside are on, and there are obviously some problems.

"Who's where?" Jiang Ting's heartbeat accelerated a little, "Did they come up?" ”

The "bang" sound became louder and louder, and it didn't take long for the iron door to be broken open, Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and rushed straight in.

The scene in front of him made him stunned, an old man in his late teens stood there, leaning against the wall and looking at Jiang Ting.

The old man's white hair was scattered, his face was stained with blood, and he had only a single set of clothes left on him, and his chest was red with blood, and he seemed to be extremely seriously injured.

"Old man, my name is Jiang Ting, and I'm here for an interview." Jiang Ting asked tentatively, and he roughly guessed that the old man in front of him was the staff of the research institute, at least someone he could trust.

"Let's go!"

The old man roared, he looked up at Jiang Ting, his eyes were cloudy, and he didn't seem to be conscious.

With a "bang", the door was slammed open, and the people below had almost rushed into the office building, the old man looked anxious, he pointed to the corner of the ceiling, and signaled something to Jiang Ting.

"Is there a passage there?" Jiang Ting was puzzled, the ceiling was the most complete part of the entire building, and it had not been damaged in any way.

Before Jiang Ting could react, the old man hugged Jiang Ting's leg and lifted him up directly, Jiang Ting was surprised in his heart, his weight was more than one hundred and forty pounds, and the old man was effortless to pick him up.

Jiang Ting was tall and easily touched the ceiling, he reached out to touch it, only to find that a corner of the ceiling was paper, and after stabbing the cardboard, a palm-sized wooden box appeared in front of Jiang Ting's eyes.

"Rushing Stream"

The sound of hurried footsteps came, the searchers got closer and closer, and the old man stuffed the wooden box into Jiang Ting's arms, carried Jiang Ting's body, and jumped down!

"Click!"

The windows were smashed, and large swaths of glass fell and shattered. The old man let out a low roar, and his body landed like a cannonball, knocking one of the searchers to the ground.

"Let's go!"

The old man roared like a madman, and golden scales emerged from his neck, and he threw Jiang Ting out of the courtyard, and then pounced on the searcher.

Jiang Ting fell from the air and struggled to get up, he heard the beastly roar and the deafening sound of gunfire coming from the courtyard, Jiang Ting's eyes were red, and he fled like crazy.