On the corridor of the campus of Luoyang University of Science and Technology, a quiet teenager held a book of Tang poems and had no distractions. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young man's hair covers his ears, his skin is fair and translucent, and his watery eyes are smiling with melancholy.

On the aisle by the side of the corridor, people come and go, and from time to time someone beckons to the young man:

"Yi Xing, take the first few times and read the book, leave us a way to live!"

"Senior Yixing, if you have time to help me with my homework, please eat!"

The boy nodded, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled shyly back.

In the warm afternoon sun, the breeze blew, and a vine leaf fell from the corridor, and the young man reached out to take it, slowly got up, and walked to the campus gate.

Throughout, his eyes never took his eyes off the book.

The boy stepped out of the door with his front foot, the watch on his wrist, the second hand pointing to twelve, put away the book, and walked diagonally to a stationery store diagonally opposite.

I politely said hello to the shopkeeper, bought a pen, turned left and disappeared into the crowded street.

On the other side of the street, in a nondescript antique shop specializing in fakes, the back hall is dimly lit, and the boy sits on a red bamboo chair with a table in front of him.

Across the table sat three people, all over half a hundred years old, spinning around with a health ball in their hands.

"There is still a class, please get to the point." The boy spoke in harmony, and the top hat was shy.

"How much does it cost?" One of them spoke.

"One official residence, five gold bars, less than one product, 50,000 cash."

"Where's the Imperial Tomb?" The second asked.

"It's free."

"Why?" The three of them asked in unison, not knowing why.

"There is still a class, please get to the point." The boy was still in harmony.

"Sima Yan, Junyang Mausoleum."

"Jin Mausoleum is not a grave, no tree, no confession, to find the Junyang Mausoleum, you need to find an equal pentagonal on the north plan, and the upper left corner point is where the Junyang Mausoleum is located." The teenager spoke concisely and to the point.

The three of them had already prepared, took out a drawing and spread it on the table.

The young man had already prepared, but what he had prepared was just a pen, and he didn't even think about it, and he didn't even look at the drawings more, so he said casually: "Here." ”

"How do I get the dry goods from the coffin?" A third person asked.

"After arriving at Junyang Mausoleum, the northwest corner at ten o'clock vertically laid 26 meters of robbery hole, the diameter of the hole is 48 centimeters, the azimuth error is within 1.5 degrees, the depth error of the hole is within 10 centimeters, and the diameter error is within 3 centimeters."

"And then?"

"Face east and close your eyes to enter the thief hole, your feet can only be opened when you touch the rammed earth, the left hand side of the magic machine, the right hand side of the mysterious machine, behind you is the death control valve, the position you stand is the heavenly machine node, do not move half a step."

"And then?" Another asked.

"In front of you 15 centimeters from the ground rammed earth, dig an arm can reach into the hole, about half an arm's distance can touch the coffin, the Western Jin Dynasty Imperial Mausoleum mostly uses wooden coffins, you can easily drill through the coffin board to take out dry goods."

The boy said goodbye to the three of them in a top hat, walked lightly, walked through the crowded crowd on the street, entered the school gate, stepped into the classroom with his front feet, and the class bell rang.

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After school, the teenager returned to the dormitory, lazily lay on the bed, turned on the radio and listened to the soft music on the radio, and gradually fell asleep.

The roommates have long been accustomed to such teenagers, excellent in character and learning, rigorous work and rest, monotonous life, and three points and one line.

However, in that simple era, such teenagers were the most sought after by girls.

After sleeping for more than an hour, everyone went to dinner, the boy opened his eyes, climbed down from the top bunk, walked to the public telephone, put his hand on the handle first, and the bell rang.

"Young master, the daughter of the Song family has been eliminated." whispered on the other end of the phone.

"Roger." The boy replied simply.

"The daughter of the Li family went to the Holy Mausoleum, and she has locked the target and is ready to eliminate it."

"Keep her for three days, for another purpose." The boy said calmly.

"I'm afraid I'll ...... in three days," the other end of the phone hesitated.

"The life and death of the four ghosts in the north are uncertain, and it is not a wise choice to kill them all too soon."

"The true strength of the four ghosts in the north has been observed in the tomb of King Zhuang, even if you are alive, you are not afraid, and the holy tomb can be solved." The other end of the line said firmly.

"Don't think they really can't stop the gates of hell from opening."

"Young master, what do you mean ......"

"Call again tomorrow at 18:36."

The boy hung up the phone as if nothing had happened, greeted his roommate who entered the door, smiled shyly, and walked into the dining room with his lunch box.

After dinner, the lively campus is filled with groups of men and women, with shouting players on the playground, groups discussing academics under the streetlights, and couples having trysts in the dark.

On the lawn, there sat a quiet teenager.

Wherever the boy goes, there will be adoring eyes from the girl.

A big girl walked over on the stone bench, stepped on the lawn, sat close to the young man on the ground, and a pure Luoyang dialect sounded: "Yixing, what do you think of me?" ”

The young man looked into the distance and said with a smile: "There are thousands of knots in the heart, and there is no rich and noble person in life." ”

"What do you mean?!" The girl really didn't understand, but the angry boy never looked at her.

"Meaning, it's quite likable."

"Really? Every time we sit so close, how about passing me a note for the next exam? "The girl has a very loud voice, and she definitely has the potential to be a strong woman.

"Yes." The boy said calmly.

The next evening, the call came as promised.

"Young master, the target is gone!" The phone voice is slightly urgent.

"Roger." The young man's expression was as calm as water, as if he had known that something like this would happen.

"I found the traces of the four ghosts in the north and headed towards the Killing Machine Hill."

"Roger."

"One more thing......" hesitated on the other end of the line.

The young man's fingers grasping the handle moved, but he did not speak.

"Chen Tu doesn't seem to be what we imagined." Said on the other end of the phone.

The boy still didn't speak, his eyes hidden under the long, broken bangs, and he couldn't see his expression.

"Chen Tu seems to know a lot of things that we don't know, you told me before, it doesn't feel right, I feel that there is an invisible force balancing everything, and I haven't found it, do you think it......" The other end of the phone wondered.

"Eliminate the old soil." The boy's brow furrowed slightly.

"Give me three days to prepare, and I promise to leave no trace."

"One day!" The boy, who had been calm, suddenly raised his voice.

"The daughter of the Song family has just been eliminated, and now the wind is tight, and I am afraid that it will take ...... a day It's too late to create an accident. ”

"Got it."

The boy returned to his composure, hung up the phone, picked up his lunch box, but instead of walking towards the restaurant.

Walking to the Academic Affairs Office, after taking a long vacation, the teenager slowly walked into the restaurant, filled a box of lunches, and poured it into the trash can without eating two bites.

Back in the dormitory, I picked up my backpack and walked out of the school gate humming a little song.