readx(); When he opened his eyes, a ray of light, white, and the pungent smell of medicine made Cha Wenbin frown, and when he inhaled, there would be occasional labor pains in his chest.

This is the third month since I was admitted to the hospital, and I can go home to recuperate today.

Three months ago, the provincial museum welcomed a group of foreign guests, and Leng Yiran was the reception of this event, responsible for explaining the collections in the museum. Originally, there was a dinner party for her to attend, but she had never been interested in socializing.

There is a large warehouse on the basement floor of the museum, which is full of newly arrived artifacts, some of which need to be identified, some of which need to be cleaned, and some of which are waiting to be restored.

This kind of work is a delicate work, and it often takes several months for a collection to be unearthed and exhibited, and there is an office on the side of the warehouse, which used to be cold and old. To do this craft, you usually need to work overtime, Leng Lao built a single bed in this small office, and now Leng Yiran lives here.

She has a new job on her hands, several ancient tombs have been stolen in the mountains of northwestern Zhejiang, and the archaeological team has carried out a rescue excavation. For some unknown reason, none of the tomb robbers could get out of the tomb, and they all suffocated in the tomb.

This incident has attracted great attention from above, and there is a coffin depicting a phoenix in the unearthed cultural relics, which is quite well preserved, and the sound of water in the coffin can be heard when it is lifted. The authorities judged that this is likely to be the first time that a wet corpse has been found in our province, and from the age of it, it is at least a thousand years old, and the coffin was sent to the basement of the museum yesterday. And Leng Yiran's job is to use instruments to scan out the corpses and burial goods that may exist in the coffin.

In July and August, the basement of the museum was unusually cold, and the pale white lights were slightly beating. Leng Yiran specially went back and approved a thin coat, and the coffin had been placed on the conveyor belt of the instrument, and modern technology should protect cultural relics to the greatest extent.

At the push of a button, the machine starts, and the conveyor belt slowly feeds the coffin into the instrument. At this end of the glass is the analysis room, Leng Yiran stared at the computer screen, and the X-ray machine imaging can clearly transmit the contents of the coffin to the computer.

On the screen, the image of a corpse is clearly recognizable, and the computer analyzes the height and silhouette for the first time, it is a woman about 160 in height, and the body is quite well preserved. She lay face up on all fours, and there didn't seem to be any funerary goods in the coffin.

Hit enter, the image will be printed, and she will only need to put the report on the director's desk and finish her work for the day.

There was a noise from the "Drip ......" printer, and Leng Yiran went over to take a look, yo, it was a paper jam.

"This old man always crashes, and he doesn't know how to change to a new one." Muttering as she pulled out the jammed piece of paper.

The paper was slowly printed, and it was a little wrinkled because it had just been jammed. She thought to herself: The new director is not as good as her father, so let's make another one.

"Alright, that's it!" Holding the new picture, Leng Yiran picked up the pen and prepared to sign his name.

"Where's the pen?" She muttered to herself, looking at the messy table and turning it over, it turned out to be covered by the waste paper just now.

Picking up the wrinkled report, Leng Yiran was about to dispose of it as waste paper, and when he was about to rub it, a picture suddenly flashed in his mind, as if something was wrong.

She grabbed the large seal report that came out later, and sure enough, although the first piece of paper was wrinkled, it did not affect the image in the slightest, and the corpse on the screen was lying flat with his hands crossed on his abdomen.

And the second piece of paper, that is, the one that just came out, took it out and compared, the body was still lying flat, but the hands were on the sides of the body!

The difference between the front and back was only two minutes, and the position of the hand changed! Leng Yiran can guarantee that within these two minutes, the coffin did not move in the X-ray machine.

"Smack", the light flickered for a moment and then went out. Leng Yiran hurriedly searched the table, found the flashlight, turned it on, and walked briskly towards the exit, she felt that there must be something wrong with the coffin sent today.

The door to the testing room was made of frosted glass, and the light of a flashlight swept by, and a figure appeared outside the glass.

At such a late hour, there should be no one, Leng Yiran held the flashlight tightly and took a few steps back.

There was a "boom", the glass door burst, and a scream came from the basement......

The next day, she was found unconscious in the testing room, and doctors were helpless when she was taken to the hospital.

She and Cha Wenbin were separated by a day and admitted to the same hospital, both in a coma.

A week later, Cha Wenbin woke up, and almost at the same time, she woke up too.

This week, Leng Yiran also had a dream, a long dream.

She dreamed of a woman in ancient clothes scurrying out from behind glass, her nails as sharp as daggers sticking out straight to her neck. At the same time, a blue light flashed by her side, and she felt that her body could no longer help herself

took control, moved back lightly, and just escaped this catastrophe.

She was gently placed on the ground, and for a minute she completely lost her memory, but within that minute, she heard this conversation:

"She must die!"

"Linglong, this is his choice, it has nothing to do with her."

"I don't care, as long as this woman is dead, he can live!"

"He won't accept it!"

"Get out of the way!"

Then she saw that the woman had been slapped lightly by a man in a green coat, and then she could not remember anything.

This person in Tsing Yi is so familiar, Leng Yiran has seen this person in his dreams more than once, and every time he sees his back, he is very similar to Cha Wenbin.

Once, she once wondered if she cared too much about that man, so much so that all she saw in her dreams was his back. But in the past few days, she has been repeatedly recalling the images she heard and saw before she lost her memory, why did that woman die by herself? Why is it that if he dies, he can live? Who is he? Is it Cha Wenbin? He's so badly wounded......

Leng Yiran woke up and could move on the ground, she was not injured, and Cha Wenbin was hospitalized on the floor above her. Chaozi Zhuoxiong and Dashan took turns to take care of him, although he woke up, but this accident really hurt him a lot, and his lungs were pierced by ribs equivalent to losing most of his life, internal injuries, which could not be healed in a short time.

Leng Yiran often went back, and by the window, looking at the man wrapped in various instruments, she felt a little heartache and discomfort.

She was discharged from the hospital, and the coffin caught fire and burned to the ground along with the instrument. This is a major safety accident for the museum, cultural relics belong to national assets, and Leng Yiran, as the only person present at that time, must be responsible. When she returned, she was greeted with a letter of dismissal.

Three months later, Cha Wenbin was discharged from the hospital, and he suddenly became ten years old, with gray hair on his temples.

After returning home, he first opened the incense hall, put up all the tablets of the heads of the Tianzheng lineage, and beckoned Hetu to go over.

Without giving any reason, Tong Hetu was expelled from the division, and his seals, magic weapons, Taoist robes, and everything related to the Taoist priest were all confiscated.

Cha Wenbin asked him to kneel in front of his ancestors and made a poisonous oath: From now on, he will not be a Taoist priest!

In 2014, on this day, it was Qingming, and I met Hetu again. He said, Xiaoyi, I still remember that he liked you so much when he was a child, it's a pity, otherwise you might be my senior brother.

I said, there is no pity, I always remember that he saved me, and my aunt's life.

I asked, Hetu, can you understand him doing this?

He said, Yes. Because Taoist priests will deal with gods and ghosts, there are too many leaks of heavenly secrets, and there is no good end after all. So now he only helps people look at feng shui, and he won't accept the job of fortune telling, no matter how much money he gives. Now people like him are no longer called Taoist priests, feng shui masters, or senior advisors of so-and-so.

Grandfather's fundraising base is seen by Hetu, not far away, and the mountain bag opposite is Qilipu, which is the village where Cha Wenbin is located.

He said, "Let's go, let's take you to see him." ”

"Okay, I'll go buy some incense paper."

The mountain is not high, I also climbed it when I was a child, it is still the chestnut forest, those old graves are wrapped on when I was a child, Hetu and I often went to pick raspberries to eat, and that thing likes to grow on the grave the most.

"Looks like someone." I saw a woman dressed in white who seemed to be standing on a mountain bag.

"She, she comes every year."

"Does she know now?" I wonder if Cha Wenbin told her why the woman named Jiang Linglong wanted her life.

"Maybe you know, maybe you don't know, in short, with the character of the master, I will never let this happen."

Carrying incense and candles as a tribute, the woman also saw us, her face was still so clean, and it was rare to squeeze out a smile: "You guys are here, this is Xiaoyi, I haven't seen you for many years." ”

I was speechless, what should I call her? Aunt Leng, or Sister Yiran?