"There is no need to close the lake, and you can immediately give everyone an understanding."

Just as Ming-eun was depressed, a cold, magnetic voice immediately rekindled Ming-eun's hope.

Ming En looked back when he heard the sound, but saw that it was Wu Zimo, whose facial features were as deep as a knife, and he was walking up.

Wu Zimo walked straight to Ming En and said softly: "En, all the well-known archaeological commissioners in Yanjing and ten frogmen are on their way over, and they will be able to prove your innocence immediately." ”

"Great! Thank you, Brother Momo! Ming'en greeted him and thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

Originally, Mingen thought that Wu Zimo had gone back to the West House, but he didn't expect Wu Zimo to help her again.

"You are?" The police captain was shocked by Wu Zimo, who suddenly appeared in front of him, and approached and asked, "What do you mean by the well-known archaeological commissioner and ten frogmen on the way here?" ”

"I'm Wu Zimo." Wu Zimo first introduced himself, and then explained: "It means that the archaeological commissioner and the frogman will arrive soon." ”

"Coming soon?" The police captain was dumbfounded, and he simply didn't believe it.

Even in their bureau, they need to transfer commissioners from other departments, and they also need to apply to the top first, and the application will not be approved for a day or two, and even if it is approved, they will have to wait for the personnel to come over, which adds up to three or four days that are amazingly efficient.

Now this Wu Zimo, who has an extraordinary temperament, actually told others to arrive immediately!

Are you kidding!

Wu Zimo quickly let the police know if he was joking.

After a while, everyone saw from a distance that forty or fifty men of different ages were hurrying towards the reservoir.

Some of these people carried equipment on their shoulders, some carried oxygen cylinders on their backs, and a group of people all ran as fast as if there were tigers chasing behind them.

When the group arrived at the reservoir, they were all paralyzed on the ground, out of breath.

"Who are you?" The police captain saw at a glance the work cards hanging around everyone's necks, and his eyes were about to pop out.

There were not just one or two archaeologists in front of him, but more than thirty!

Even if they applied for transfer, they would send one or two at most, but now they are all together.

Even frogmen too, ten came!

Are these archaeologists and frogmen fake? Impostor, right?

"We were called by Mr. Rick, but we don't know what he told us to come here for." A commissioner in his fifties, who should be the leader of this group of people, answers everyone's confusion.

"Who's Mr. Rick?" The police officers looked confused.

What the hell is this Mr. Rick, these people are actually called, not invited!

"It is Mr. Rick, who donated to the Expo Center and donated nearly 100 Hope Primary Schools! And ......"

The commissioner's leader explained a few words and urged: "Alas, I don't have time to explain so much to you, you tell us quickly, what did Mr. Rick call us over to deal with?" ”

Hearing this, the police captain did not waste any more time and immediately told the whole story.

After hearing about the incident, the commissioner leader glanced at the geographical environment of the reservoir, and immediately instructed other commissioners to start professional geological exploration, as well as use equipment to investigate whether there are heavy metals in the reservoir.

Even all the frogmen jumped into the lake and dived into the lake to assist the police in handling the case.

At this time, all the people in Youlong Village gathered on the shore to watch.

Men and women, young and old, all stretched their necks and squeezed forward desperately.

Everyone wants to know if Ming Eun is a tomb robber and if there is any treasure in Youlong Village.