According to the address provided by Huaye, the two knocked on the door of the three families door-to-door, and they all said that the curator had called before, and they really had no impression of the gold medal. Then they came to the door of the residents on the 19th floor of Building 4 of the Yatingju Community and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by a high school girl who looked childish, looked at the gold medal, and quickly nodded affirmatively that it was her father's thing.

"My father's real name is Song Wenchang, he was a track and field athlete when he was young, won a championship, and later changed careers to become an archaeologist, he once said that being an archaeologist was his biggest dream in life."

Xia Ke heard a bad premonition from these words, and she stopped talking: "Your father ......"

"My father died a year ago."

"I'm sorry for reminding you of bad memories."

Song Jia smiled reluctantly, pretending to be strong, and also to cover up the pain caused by the sad memories.

"I heard that he was killed while working." She still remembers very well, "During a salvage excavation, the burial chamber suddenly collapsed, and he was crushed underneath by a boulder. I, I didn't see his body, I didn't even get to see him for the last time. ”

After that, Song Jia hid her face and sobbed, Po Luomo handed over the paper, and gently comforted her with her hand. At this moment, no language seemed to have lost its color, unable to respond to her grief-stricken feelings.

After she finished crying quietly, Xia Ke asked softly, "Has the body been dug up?" ”

"Uh-huh." Song Jia held the gold medal that had long lost its luster for a long time, "Mother went to see it, I didn't dare to look at it." ”

Xia Ke felt the same way, and couldn't imagine the tragic picture at that time, if she really saw it, I am afraid it would have an even more devastating impact on her young mind. She looked at Song Jia with empathy in her eyes, as if she was looking at an injured small animal.

"Since Song Wenchang is dead, who is the person who appeared in the museum today?" Poplomo whispered in her ear.

When Xia Ke heard this, he suddenly felt an empowering, and then he felt a chill down his spine, and his face was whitened at the same time, yes, the dead will not come back to life, is there a legendary supernatural event? She immediately fed back the situation to Hua Ye, and Hua Ye was also taken aback when he heard it, he seemed to have heard that Song Wenchang was killed in the accident before, but because he hadn't contacted him for a long time, he forgot about it.

"It's only possible that someone is impersonating him." "He deceived all of us by fraudulently using the names of the dead at the time of registration," he said. ”

This is indeed an unforgivable person, but unfortunately their clue is broken. Song Wenchang's relics were delivered, but why did it appear in the hands of another person? And what will be the relationship between them?

Hua Ye then said: "The front desk surveillance has filmed the situation at the time, and I am willing to pay double the payment, please find him." ”

"No, that's enough." Xia Ke said, "Don't worry, we will continue to investigate." ”

Because it's our job, she choked on the next sentence, just feeling a little weird to say it.

After a while, Hua Ye sent a photograph that clearly showed the impostor: wearing an army-green fur coat, black sunglasses and a knitted hat on his head, ruddy skin, looking like a soldier who had just returned from a trip to the North Pole.

It didn't work, he covered all the important parts, and he couldn't see a trace of useful information at all.

"Why are you all frowning?" At this time, Song Jia noticed the strangeness on their faces.

"It's okay, I just want to ask, who else participated in the excavation with your father back then?"

"Well, there is." She took out a phone book from the drawer next to the stereo and handed it to Xia Ke, "This side is the number of my father's colleague before his death." ”

Xia Ke picked up the phone and immediately dialed one of the numbers, wanting to know something about last year's archaeological accident. The other party did not refuse, but he didn't want to think too much, so he only prevaricated on the grounds that the foundation of the ancient tomb had been destroyed and the burial goods had almost been looted.

Xia Ke also inquired about the location of the ancient tomb, which was about near the village of Jima in the eastern suburbs. Leaving Song Jia's house, she and Po Luomo hurried along the main road to the east.

They inquired about the entrance to the tomb, which was on the back of a grassy slope, blocked by loess, and with reddish sage growing outside.

"Do you really want to go in?" Poromo hesitated.

Xia Ke also knew that it would be dangerous to rush in, but she had already promised Huaye, and if she didn't investigate, she wouldn't be able to receive the 10,000 yuan in compensation. With this in mind, she sent an electronic message to the headquarters so that all members of the Demon Hunting Society could see her whereabouts.

The tomb is slender and dark, and there is moldy moisture in the air, Xia Ke is equipped with a searchlight, and the Po Luomo in the back also holds a white flashlight to illuminate it.

It is worth noting that this tomb is a stone slab tomb, and the temple is a vast rectangle, with an ear chamber on the left and right sides, but the left ear chamber is buried by collapsed stones. The tomb wall is carved with spirit birds, beasts and other four-legged animals, and there are also a small number of patterns, which are very old but lifelike.

Xia Ke was not accustomed to the rancid smell of the soil, which caused a wave of nausea and vomiting, and under the strong light, there seemed to be a thin cloud flowing. She drank a little water, put on a padded mask and walked on, and Poromo covered her mouth and nose, but she didn't seem to be uncomfortable.

At the end of the temple there was a sloping pathway, the floor of which was slippery, and the two had to walk against the wall, and finally they came to a stone door with a pair of copper Ouroboros rings at the door.

The stone door was ajar, and behind the door was the main hall where the coffin was placed, and the cave wall on the right had collapsed, and the coffin was pressed by the mess of masonry, but it seemed to be unscathed. Scattered on the ground were fragments of bronze utensils, reduced to part of the earth.

"This is the head." Xia Ke looked over at the coffin, and a crack appeared under the coffin lid.

She and Polomo worked together to remove the lid a bit, and found a corpse lying inside, white and bonely, wearing only a white silk garment. The two couldn't bear to look closely, and when they moved the coffin lid back, they suddenly heard a small voice from behind.

Xia Ke looked back and sat on the ground in fright.

"Hehe, I've been waiting for you for a long time."