Johnson was stunned by what he saw, as a materialist, he did not believe in ghosts and gods. He believes that the theory of ghosts and gods is just a thought in people's minds and the memory of their deceased loved ones, which is misleading.

At this moment, this scene on TV appeared in front of him in such a real three-dimensional form - he was stunned! In his consciousness, he vaguely felt that something terrible would happen next. I subconsciously wanted to look away, but I couldn't.

The gaze is like being attracted by an invisible magnetic force, which cannot be shaken off and cannot be controlled. The brain struggles to deny that this is not real, it is an illusion.

It may be a subconscious move, the body moves too hard, the lower body slides to the floor tiles, and reflexively grabs the armrest of the sofa before suddenly waking up from the dream. After waking up, I nervously looked at the TV screen, which made a 'snort-snort' sound, and the screen flickered with sparkling snowflakes, not the scene I had just seen.

Shh Secretly scolded and said: God, scare me!

Get up and tidy up the sofa, feel hungry, go to the kitchen to get something to eat. After eating, it is customary to go into the study and check out the 'archaeological explorations'. I opened the pages of the book at random, but unexpectedly found the missing sarcophagus picture, I don't know what happened, when Johnson saw this picture again, he felt a wave of fear in his heart for no reason.

He remembered that the pictures were not stuffed in the book, as if they had been thrown into the trash basket next to his desk. How did it automatically run into the book? I grabbed the picture with my finger and remembered the dream I had just had. What does a picture have? Is it a hint in the dark? After thinking for a moment, he didn't throw away the picture at random like last time, but took it and looked at it over and over again. At this glance, he saw the line of font from the back.

Originally, he looked at the pictures unintentionally and unintentionally, but because of this line of warning and challenging words, he had the idea of wanting to find out.

That night, Johnson took the picture and thought about it a lot.

Looking at the texture of the picture, it should belong to modern paper, but looking at the message, it is not the words left by the father, but it seems to be left by the grandfather.

It should be noted here that Johnson's father was also an archaeologist, but in an accident not long ago, he disappeared. There are several other people who have disappeared with my father, and the family and the relevant authorities have tried everything they can to find them. There are no people alive, no corpses are dead, they seem to have crossed from the earth to another planet, there is no news, and they disappear from people's sight alive.

His father disappeared, his mother was depressed, and she suffered from severe depression, and then died of an overdose.

Johnson excelled in all subjects, and because he was influenced by his father when he was a child, he had a strong interest in archaeology and was resolutely admitted to the School of Archaeological Research. After graduating from the college, he was exceptionally admitted to his father's unit.

His genetics have given him quick thinking and a wise mind.

Johnson looked at the picture with a magnifying glass and was surprised to find that there were carved patterns on the sarcophagus. It's just that he couldn't see what the pattern was in the picture, and he looked at it again, and became more and more surprised, not only the sarcophagus had carved patterns, but also some carved patterns on the surrounding walls.

It can be seen that the real identity of this picture is from an ancient tomb. Judging by the sarcophagus and the clothes on your back, he should be a famous prince. The corpse lying on the ground should be the servant of the prince.

So who photographed such a hidden ancient tomb, or did it draw it by hand? Johnson's eyes were uncomfortable, and he didn't see the slightest flaw. I had to casually place him on the bedside table, rub his eyes, and lie down in the most comfortable position.

Before he fell asleep, he wondered if he would have that strange dream tonight. If he did, he would have to look carefully at the scene in his dream.

Sure enough, he fell asleep again, and in the dream, it was still the same person who kept talking about something. It's like babbling, and it's like it's instructing something, but I can't hear it clearly anyway.

The only thing that made him remember it vividly was that the person in the dream seemed to be in a hurry. A little stammering, and very cautious, leaned close to his ear and said.

Johnson felt a cold air close to his face, and he was scared in his heart. Subconsciously struggled, and woke up all at once. After waking up, I regretted that I still didn't hear clearly what the person in the dream said to me.

The next day, Johnson went to and from work as usual, shuttling through the time tunnel at three o'clock and one line.

Johnson has an old classmate named Zhou Neng, who is in the pharmaceutical business.

On this day, I came to Johnson to discuss the time and place of the college reunion.

The two made an appointment to meet in a relatively peaceful and secluded teahouse in the city.

Zhou Neng, a more realistic, straightforward gentleman with a quirk of manners, is known as the Emperor of Truth, and his mantra: friendship, from the perspective of a philistine; Between friends, the beautiful name of "mutual help" is actually "mutual use" friendship, which is to constantly create value in the mutual use of each other.

Johnson was a minute late. Zhou Neng, unrelenting, "Ya, you are always late, do you know how precious my time is?" Every minute and every second is pinched. ”

"Haha! Look at you and get carried away. Have you made a fortune lately? Johnson avoided the topic and quipped.

Zhou Neng pretended to be mysterious, glanced around vigilantly, and approached the other party. With a mysterious look, he said, "Brother, I've been doing a big business recently, guess what." ”

Taking a sip of hot tea, Johnson smiled silently.

"Oh, I can't stand it, you're just a little white face, looking at my brother like this, I ——。" Zhou Neng continued to joke: "If you are a woman, my brother will not hesitate to spend a lot of money on you, until you are happy to marry me." ”

Jiang Sen's handsome and extraordinary white face turned red, and he scolded the other party in a low voice: "Go, here again, I'm a gentleman." Don't say such disgusting things, okay? Then You leaned over to look at the other party's eyes full of curiosity, and teased: "I really want to know what business you are doing now?" ”

Zhou Neng blinked his eyes and smiled slyly, "Really want to know?" ”

Johnson retracted his body and looked lightly, "Don't talk about pulling down, besides, what you do has nothing to do with me." ”

Zhou Neng hooked his fingers at Jiang Sen, squeezed his eyebrows, and said with a very ambiguous look: "Come and I'll tell you." ”

"Whew! You don't give me this expression, it looks disgusting. Johnson said seriously.

"Brother, I've been doing a (kidney) business lately."

"What?" Johnson didn't understand.