After a while, the people in the plainclothes team saw that Mu Zifeng stopped talking, and the tall "blue shirt" was a little impatient: "Boy, don't toast and don't eat and drink, be careful We invite you to drink chili water and sit on the tiger chair." ”

Mu Zifeng has heard of chili water, tiger chair, it is said that when you enter the place of the plainclothes team, no one can carry it for three days, even the iron man will pry your mouth open.

At this time, "Sanqikai" was like a mirror in his heart, and he knew that a scholar like Mu Zifeng didn't like to be threatened. He pretended to sigh: "You college students, you should not be determined to contribute to the people since you were a child, and now telling us the real situation is also a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people." ”

Indeed, young college students are passionate, Mu Zifeng read when he was a child that foreign powers oppressed China, often sighed, sad and indignant, and chose archaeology by himself, but also to protect ancient cultural relics from being excavated by foreign powers.

"Sanqi Kai" continued to explain: "Little brother, the ambition of the Dongying people is well known to passers-by, and although our national government has just been formally unified, the warlords in many places do not listen to orders, and the overall national strength is weak. ”

Mu Zifeng saw that "Sanqi Kai" said that he felt that this person was not simple, and if he followed this reason, he should indeed tell them the truth.

After thinking for a while, Mu Zifeng informed Dongying of the death of the people one by one.

"Boy, don't talk about it, what you're saying is the same as telling a story under the flyover." The short "blue shirt" who was making the record was skeptical.

"If you don't believe me, why do you want to ask me if you don't believe me?" Mu Zifeng was a little angry, these plainclothes teams usually do all kinds of evil, and they lie a lot, and now they actually question my words.

"You mean, they were killed by the Tomb Mechanism?" Seeing that Mu Zifeng was a little unhappy, "Sanqi Kai" motioned to the short "blue shirt" to continue to make records, and led the topic to the topic.

"Yes, at least from the best of my judgment." Mu Zifeng said with certainty.

"Then do you dare to sign here?" "Sanqikai" handed over a piece of paper, Mu Zifeng looked at it and signed his name, as a college student, it should be his duty to contribute to the country, and it is even more incumbent.

"Little brother, the son is not like the father, and he is quite patriotic." "Sanqikai" suddenly said seriously: "But don't say anything about this matter, it must be completely rotten in the stomach." ”

Rotten in the stomach? The people of Dongying have come to steal our country's treasures, shouldn't they publicize this kind of theft to the world? Why did the victim swallow his anger instead, I don't know what the reason is?

But as an ordinary archaeologist, Mu Zifeng had no other choice, he looked at the face of "Sanqi Kai" and nodded, "Sanqi Kai" raised his hand, and Mu Zifeng walked out with interest.

Mu Zifeng, who walked out, was in a trance, because there was something on the table of "Sanqi Kai" just now that attracted his attention, which was a three-inch square photo frame. He was really surprised by what it contained.

It contained a charm, and it was exactly the same as the one he had picked up from the Great Xia Emperor's Mausoleum.

So where does the spell come from in the room? It's really weird! Mu Zifeng didn't have time to think about it, he came to the office building, and when he passed by the office of "Xu Daring", he caught a glimpse of the "Iron General" holding the door deadly, it seems that "Xu Daring" has not yet gone to work, and may still be in the hospital for treatment.

"Zifeng, you're here." In a trance, Director Cheng Qingyun walked out of the office, saw Mu Zifeng stunned for a moment, and shouted to stop him. Mu Zifeng saw that Cheng Qingyun's eyes were a little swollen, did he not sleep well.

"Xiao Mu, let's have a meeting first."

Mu Zifeng walked into the conference room and found that Yi Tingfang, Zhao Bosheng and others were here, and at the meeting, Cheng Qingyun conveyed the request of the regional commissioner of Chang'an City to keep the archaeological incident of the imperial tomb absolutely confidential and not allowed to disclose any things to the outside world.

"I hope everyone will do their duties safely and don't publicize it to the public." Cheng Qingyun helped his glasses.

In the current research institute, Cheng Qingyun's prestige can be said to be unprecedentedly high, and everyone knows in their hearts that Cheng Qingyun may have known about the arrival of the plainclothes team in advance. "Xu Daring" is still in the hospital, and his subordinate Huang Shijin died in Huangquan, and only one Zhang Qiyuan was left, and he couldn't make big waves.

After the meeting, Cheng Qingyun stopped Mu Zifeng again.

"Zifeng, there is sad news, I have to tell him that Professor Wu is dead."

"You mean Professor Wu Zhixuan?" Mu Zifeng's brain roared, he has seen too many death tragedies recently, if the death of Huang Shijin and the "three crooked sons" makes him feel a little pity, then the death of the teacher who taught him is no less than the disappearance of his father.

"How could he die? How could he die? Isn't he in good health? Mu Zifeng became excited, and he threw out several questions in a row.

"Alas, people have good and bad luck, I heard a friend from the police station say that he was robbed and killed, and his body was found yesterday afternoon."

Professor Wu is the most modest and low-key person, he has never had any enemies, he is a scholar, he never likes to bring money, and he dresses ordinarily, who will rob him?

But what came out of Cheng Qingyun's mouth must be the truth, Mu Zifeng's eyes gradually turned red, and tears of sadness swirled. The boy has tears and does not flick, and since he can remember, he has only cried twice, once when his father disappeared, and once now.

"I know, Professor Wu is your mentor, you should take some time to see him in the past two days." Seeing that Mu Zifeng's state was a little out of control, Cheng Qingyun comforted softly, walked out of the conference room again, and slowly led the door.

Mu Zifeng, who was standing in the room, poured tears down the 10,000 grievances accumulated in his heart, splashed on the floor, and marked with sadness.

Walking on the streets of Chang'an, there were all kinds of shops and hawkers beside him, but Mu Zifeng's amiable face kept appearing in his mind.

Indeed, Professor Wu has taken good care of him since he went to school, and has contributed many times to his stay in school, and he went to the Institute of Archaeology by himself, and Professor Wu also wrote a letter of recommendation.

Although Mu Zifeng knew that Professor Wu was very public-minded, he took a fancy to Mu Zifeng's talent and recommended him repeatedly. However, "a teacher for one day and a father for life", Mu Zifeng has lacked fatherly love since he was a child, and this kind of care from both a teacher and a father makes Professor Wu's status in his heart by no means comparable to that of ordinary teachers.

Joining the Institute of Archaeology, he has suffered many misfortunes, and now even his teacher has died, is it possible that all this Pandora's box of bad luck has been opened by himself?

When Mu Zifeng came to Chang'an University, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and he walked straight to Professor Wu's office on the third floor of the teaching building, and found that the door had been sealed, and two seals were pasted on it: "Chang'an Police Station, sealed in the 18th year of the Republic of China".

Oops, Mu Zifeng touched his head and felt that he was in a hurry, Professor Wu had passed away, and his body was either not in the hospital, or he was not at home, how could he be in school.

Walking to the staircase on the third floor, a group of female college students who were rushing to self-study passed by Mu Zifeng, discussing as they walked:

I heard that Professor Wu of the Department of Archaeology died a miserable death, missing a hand, and even his head was missing.

Professor Wu's death and the cruelty of the gangsters shocked Mu Zifeng, and the following comments from the students were even more incredible:

Professor Wu's body was found in the small hall.

Lao Qin, who was patrolling the night last night, saw a two-star ghost fire in the small hall, saying that Professor Wu was still alive, and he was so frightened that he was delirious, and he was still babbling nonsense, and everyone in his family went to invite the great god.

Shhh

The students chattered into the classroom on the third floor, but Mu Zifeng on the side sighed, it seemed that it was an eventful time, and even the school was not stable. When I was in school, it was rumored that the small hall was built on a mass grave, and there were often some so-called hauntings, but no one could tell whether it was true or not.

Mu Zifeng was preoccupied, went downstairs, walked outside the school, and forgot to look at the road, when he remembered, he looked up, but found that he had actually walked to the small hall.

Normally, no one wants to come to this small remote hall at night unless there is a large event, and since Professor Wu was found dead here, it is estimated that no one has come.

The door to the chapel was locked, and it was still sealed. It seems that the people at the police station have cordoned off the scene.

Mu Zifeng glanced at the auditorium, ready to raise his legs and leave, but turned back again. Because he had just seen two stars of green light wafting through the window of the small hall like ghostly fire.

"This can't be Professor Wu's soul." Mu Zifeng felt that his scalp began to tingle, but after a closer look, he felt that it was not quite right. It was like a pair of eyes.

"Anyone, don't pretend to be a ghost." Mu Zifeng screamed, the ghost fire did not react, a gust of south wind blew, and the pine forests on both sides of the small hall roared.

Mu Zifeng bent down and picked up the stone under his feet, and threw it towards the two-star green light, he remembered what his mother had said before, when he met a wolf in the mountains, this practice started to work.

The two stars of green light were quite spiritual, and when they saw the stone smashing, with a "meow" sound, they flew up in mid-air and drilled out of the window. Mu Zifeng saw it clearly, it was clearly a black cat.

Mu Zifeng recognized the wild cat, which was a pet cat adopted by Professor Wu. Professor Wu had always boasted that his cat had nine lives and spirituality. Unexpectedly, the Si people have passed away, but this black cat is loyal, it has come here repeatedly, it must be to find its owner, and it is also a psychic animal.

It's ridiculous that just one cat can make a group of college students frightened. Mu Zifeng couldn't help laughing at himself, don't laugh at college students, isn't he almost bluffed as a senior?

The so-called no coincidence does not make a book, when Mu Zifeng was laughing at himself, the black cat swept into the pine forest, and a white paper ghost floated to Mu Zifeng's feet.