Four floors were built on Zhupai Mountain, and the three people put on safety helmets and walked up the construction slope. Up close, the coffin's shell is dark red, with a lot of dirt on it, and many scratches of different shades. The scratches are very new and, it is not difficult to see that they were caused during the excavation.

"The patent leather of this coffin is special, stronger than any material we've ever seen. Generally, the shovel will not cause scratches. Director Dai said.

Zhang Peng stretched out his hand and touched it, there was no dirt and scratches, and it felt very smooth, just like the paint of a car, cool and a little metallic.

"Didn't the boss send someone?" Zhou Fuyuan asked a little strangely, since he first came to the present, he has not seen anyone with a high position.

"This is the territory of Lotus Mountain, and it is inconvenient for the upper authorities to send people down, but the silent master and the abbot of Tianhai don't pay attention to it, so now it is the School of History of Nanzhou University that is taking the lead, and it is done as an ordinary archaeological project." Director Dai smiled bitterly, "Xue Bai and I are only here to assist." ”

It was only now that Zhang Peng really felt how powerful the temples and nunnery on Lotus Mountain were in the world he couldn't see. They are low-key, peaceful and indifferent, but they are powerful and powerful. But he didn't expect that Tiangong was so weak in South China. The strength of Director Dai and Xue Bai, he has seen it. Even compared to him, it's not much better.

The three of them continued to walk upward, and after a while, they reached the fourth floor. At this time, the height was already higher than the top lid of the coffin. Looking down, the coffin lid was large and wide, with its head and tail cocked. In the setting sun, black, red, black and red, it became more and more mysterious.

After a little look, Zhang Peng's gaze fell on a pattern in the middle of the coffin. It was large, round in shape, at least two or three meters in diameter. When you look at it, it is an unknown flower, a little like a plum blossom, a bit like a bellflower, and a bit like a mandala.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight......

There are a total of eight petals, and the outside is a circle, and the lines are simple, but there is an indescribable feeling. At first glance, it's easy to be impressed. Zhou Fuyuan beside him was also stunned, as if he was attracted by this seemingly simple, but mysterious pattern.

Director Dai didn't say anything, and it seemed that he had expected such a reaction.

"This ...... What is it? Zhang Peng came back to his senses and asked. When I look away from the pattern, I feel very difficult, as if I have to make a lot of determination not to look at it.

Director Dai shook his head and said, "I was stunned the first time I saw it, I had a feeling of déjà vu, but I couldn't remember where I saw it." It's both familiar and unfamiliar, and people can't take their eyes off it. Director Dai frowned, and didn't seem to be able to find the right adjective, "Anyway, I can't say it, it's just weird." ”

"Demonic?" Zhang Peng involuntarily thought of a word and said.

"Yes, yes, demonic nature, that is, the feeling of demonic nature." Director Dai frowned and agreed.

"Well, it's kind of weird." Zhou Fuyuan groaned, "What did Nanzhou University say? ”

"There's a professor here, surnamed Fang, in the camp below, let's go and visit." Director Dai made a "please" gesture.

After a while, the three of them descended from Zhupai Mountain and returned to the camp to visit Professor Fang's tent.

In front of him was an old, white-haired old scholar, dressed in a neat tunic and wearing small glasses, with a thin figure and a somewhat hunchbacked. Next to him was Xiao He, a graduate student who had just greeted them. There were seven or eight desks behind them, and more than a dozen student-looking people were busy looking up information in front of the computer, some fiddling with medical equipment, and some doing chemical experiments.

"Hello Professor Fang, this is ......" Director Dai was hesitating about how to introduce Zhang Peng, when he saw the other party take out a small notebook, shake it in front of him, and then said, "Consultant Zhang." ”

"I have already heard what Xiao He said just now, and I thank Comrade Advisor for his concern." Professor Fang stepped forward and shook Zhang Peng's hand, and said with a smile. The status of the advisor of Tiangong is very high, equivalent to a high-level official in Huaguo. Appearing here represents the care above.

"How's the work going?" The imposter asked.

"Prepare to open the coffin tomorrow for more in-depth research." Professor Fang paused, and then said, "We found that the material of the coffin board is very special, and the perspective light cannot penetrate it. After preliminary examination, it is an unknown wood. ”

Professor Fang opened the conversation box and said endlessly, "First, its density is very large, five .seven times that of rosewood; Second, the hardness is very high, and the deformation resistance is stronger than that of carbon steel; Third, the wood grain is very dense, as thin as a hair, and theoretically it takes tens of thousands of years to grow to have such a form.

"In addition, the exterior paint used in the coffin is not something that can be manufactured by modern technology, and the parameters are much higher than the paint of the car. After preliminary assays, it contained a large amount of metals and some unknown elements. ”

"Among them, there are two known rare metals that have been found in meteorites, namely Adamantite and Mithril."

"The molecule of pure gold, like gold, is an inert metal, composed of sixty-six gold molecules polymerized, the molecular formula is Au66, and it is clay-like at room temperature, and its tensile properties far exceed those known to mankind in the parent star material."

"Mithril is also a polymer of silver molecules, with the formula Ag97, which is extremely hard, far exceeding any material known to man."

"So there's reason to believe that it's coming from outer space, or some other universe." Professor Fang concluded.

"That's a big deal." Zhang Peng was stunned. If it's really an alien object, it doesn't seem to be enough for them to be here to study.

Professor Fang smiled and said, "It's all speculation and ......speculation," he raised his glasses and explained, "Although Adamantite Gold and Mithril are rare, there have been meteors falling since the beginning of the formation of the home star. There are a small number of reserves all over the world, but most of them are controlled by the cultivation realm, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see them. As can be seen from the international news, the Templar Pope's crown and scepter were made of Mithril. ”

"So......" Professor Fang muttered, "it may also be left behind by our ancestors of the Chinese Kingdom." He finally said, "Anyway, when the coffin is opened tomorrow, everything will be revealed." ”

At this time, Zhang Peng suddenly remembered the scene on Zhupai Mountain just now, and then asked, "By the way, Professor Fang, what is the pattern on the coffin, is there any relevant record?" ”

"After our search in the past few days, there are relevant records in the notes of the late archaeologist Wang Shanhe, but only similar signs are mentioned, and they are not very clear." Professor Fang replied.

Wang Shanhe was a famous archaeologist of the last era, who traveled the world when he was young, traveled to many countries, and wrote many archaeological reports. But in the great storm of the last era, which turned black and white upside down, he was unfortunately killed at the age of sixty-five.

Then, Professor Fang asked Xiao He to bring some faxes to Zhang Peng. It was a scanned copy of a handwritten book, scrawled, with a watermark label that read "National Archives" underneath. In one of them, there is a paragraph of text with a wavy line drawn with a red pen.

"Its shape resembles a flower, eight petals, at first glance it looks like a mirage, it is also familiar, but also unfamiliar, breathtaking."

"In the autumn of 1926, the White Elephant National University Jinshan Temple left a pen."

Zhang Peng looked at it for a while, then showed it to Zhou Fuyuan, and then returned it to Professor Fang.

"Thank you." Zhang Peng thanked him, after all, he was a fake consultant, although the other party didn't know.

"We are very grateful that Comrade Advisor can take the time to care." Professor Fang said politely.

Coming out of Professor Fang, Zhang Peng and Zhang Sheng walked home, while Zhou Fuyuan stayed behind to take care of Huang Mao. There are doctors here, and you don't need money to sleep, so you don't have to rub it off.

After the two sisters left, Zhang Peng only felt that the house was empty. Although Zhang Sheng was sitting in front of him, and the three little cousins were playing in the patio, he still felt that something was missing.

After a few sips of tea, he finally understood that he was insecure. Because he had to take the train when he came, his Wang Ba box was left at home, and he didn't have anything to protect himself, so he felt very uncomfortable. I don't know when it started, his sense of crisis became stronger and stronger, and he always felt that "someone wanted to harm me".

After sitting for a while, a wave of tiredness hit, he went back to the east courtyard to take a shower, closed the door and turned on the air conditioner, and went to bed to rest.

He was lying on the bed, obviously sleepy, but he couldn't sleep, and the pattern of the eight-petal flower kept coming to his mind, slowly turning for a while, and the petals flying away for a while......

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, but his consciousness was still awake, as if he heard someone talking. It's vague, you can't hear clearly, and even if you concentrate on it, you can't hear the content clearly, only that someone is talking. He felt light, as if he was flying in mid-air or soaking in water.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a strange place.

Lamps, books, desks, bookcases......

An old man is sitting in front of him, head down, holding a pen, and is writing. Next to it were stacks of books, piled up half a meter high, crooked, as if they were going to fall down at any moment. An old-fashioned tin table lamp, close at hand. Behind the old man, there are rows of bookcases, and on top of them are hanging hood lamps.

The scene in front of me is very similar to the library of the last era in a black-and-white documentary.

Zhang Peng soon saw a closed notepad placed in front of the old man's side, with a line of small words written on the cover: "Nanzhou University, Department of History, Wang Shanhe." ”

"Shh......h If he guessed correctly, he saw the scene many years ago. At least, Wang Shanhe was still alive at that time.

The location he was talking about now should be a small round mirror. But the strange thing is that this mirror is directly in front of Wang Shanhe, as if it was deliberately placed there. A bad feeling arises spontaneously. He only felt a cool breath slowly creeping up his spine.

At this moment, Wang Shanhe suddenly raised his head and looked in the mirror.

That's right, his appearance is like discovering Zhang Peng in the mirror and staring at his eyes. Those slightly white eyes are very scary.

In an instant, Zhang Peng had goosebumps all over his body, and he couldn't help but retreat. He remembered that the second time he hid in the mirror and watched Xiao Yunuo kill the doll, she also looked at the mirror, as if she had found something unusual.

Since Xiao Yunuo can perceive, it also means that others may also be aware. So, did Wang Shanhe in front of him also "see" him?