This room was very messy, and it was a great contrast to the traffic in the room I had just entered. Behind this small room was a table with several maps on it, and two pens next to it. There were two or three suitcases all around. And these two Stirling submachine guns. It is said that this is the submachine gun used by the special forces of foreign armies. And these boxes of ammunition. There was a lot of paper under the ground.

"That room was just a cover for me, and that's where I "work" every day! Uncle explained. Then he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, let's sit and talk." ”

"Uncle, what the hell is going on?" I sat down in my chair and took a sip of water.

"Ryoko, go and pull the curtains, and check the door," the uncle said to Ryoko, who had just sat down.

"Hmm," Ryoko nodded and did as the uncle said.

After a moment, Ryoko returned to her seat. The uncle said to us: "When I was fighting a few days ago, I found a book in a secret room, a golden book to be exact! It's covered in fonts. My gut tells me it should have something to do with that."

"This is the text of the Northern Song Dynasty?" Ryoko frowned and asked.

"Well, that's why I called you over." Uncle nodded.

"A book made of gold?" I asked, shocked.

"I found someone to identify it, and it was pure gold." The uncle took out the golden book as he spoke.

I looked at the gold book that my uncle had taken out, and said in my heart that it was indeed a book made of gold, about a dozen pages, several of which had been torn up, and were engraved with dense memorization texts.

"Xiao Wei, you should be able to decipher this kind of text, right?" Uncle asked.

"Hmm," I nodded confidently. Because I majored in archaeology at the University of Archaeology, I majored in the identification of cultural relics and the translation of the texts of various dynasties. Except for those that are very old, I can translate everything else. Because it has to be translated into classical Chinese first, and it is only a matter of time before it is translated into modern languages.

"How many days will it take?" Uncle asked.

"Well, two or three days." I thought about it for a moment.

"By the way, uncle, you still have to help me prepare some things for translation." I then added.

"What do you need?" The uncle asked, taking out a notebook and a pen from the drawer.

"One computer, one memorized text, three codebooks."

"Well, okay, I'll send it to you later." Uncle said after ordering what I was going to prepare.

"Weizi, I'm coming with you?" Ryoko said at this time. Because Ryoko also graduated from the University of Materials, he once studied the translation of the Northern Song Dynasty.

This is Ryoko's biggest characteristic, she is very righteous. Ryoko's full name is Ryotake, which is very much in line with his personality. Although it doesn't look good, it's also very attractive. The body is very strong, giving people a sense of boundless security, and he used to train in taekwondo for five years. So the kung fu on the fists and feet is also very good. He is also very calm, no matter what it is, he never panics. is knowledgeable and young, and is the first choice for many girls.

"Hehe, no need, Ryoko and the two of them will be a little messy, I'd better do it myself." I said to Ryoko with a smile.

"Oh." Ryoko nodded, not saying anything. Because he knew he couldn't argue with me, and the two of them translated a book together, which was really easy to get confused.

Immediately, Ryoko went to Uncle and walked out of this small room. About half an hour later, Uncle brought what I needed, and also brought a lot of food, which was prepared for me for two or three days, because Uncle was going to take Ryoko out for two days, which also relieved Ryoko's pressure to help me. The two of them packed up and left, leaving the whole room with me deciphering the text!

Two days passed quietly between me deciphering the text. I ate all the food in the past two days. And half of the Golden Book has not yet been translated. I touched my stomach and was ready to go out for a big meal while writing.

Immediately, I took the 800 yuan left by my uncle, walked out of the hotel, and ate in the restaurant on the left side of the hotel. I ordered a lot of dishes and spent about 400 yuan. I didn't pay much attention to this, though, but the newspaper on the counter attracted me. That's the latest**. Because there is a report that reads: "A professor in Beijing returned to heaven with his coffin yesterday night. "The exact cause of death was not written.

"This must be the person who also participated in the corpse removal in person, right? I don't know if Big Brother Qing has found him. I muttered.

After a big meal, I went back to the hotel and started my "translation journey", looking at the remaining pages of Song Wen, I was ready to finish it today. But there's one thing that has always haunted me. As a matter of common sense, gold can't be divided so easily, and I can still feel that the few missing pages are an important part of the golden book!

The heart said that this matter should wait until the uncle came back and asked him, and then started my work again.

In the afternoon, I sat down at my computer desk, breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched again, because I had finally translated it all.

Although I was very tired in the past two days, I also knew the specific location of the huge pit, as well as the causes and consequences of the huge pit. The approximate classical Chinese text is like this: "In the seventh year of Song Zhen, the emperor's mediocrity and incompetence were in the hands of Prime Minister Wang Chen. When Wang Chen was old, he ordered the most feng shui master at that time to build a mausoleum for him, which was called "Underground Heavenly Palace" to dig hundreds of feet in the ground, hundreds of feet in length and width, with 30,000 soldiers and about 3,000 maids. (In the middle, three pages are broken, and the results cannot be found until the end) take advantage of the time and place, built in the south of the Yellow River, and I am specially instructed to remember it. Yuanfeng three years in June.

Specifically, the deep pit is a mausoleum, called the Underground Heavenly Palace, which was built by an unfathomable feng shui gentleman in the Northern Song Dynasty for Wang Chen, the prime minister at that time. This mausoleum is very luxurious. It took more than 100,000 workers and farmers five years to build. Then there is the location of the realization, south of the Yellow River, in the low-lying part of the Hengduan Mountains.

The heart said that when Uncle Ryoko and them came back, they must quickly tell them the good news.

I stayed here comfortably for two days, but his uncle and they still didn't come back. The heart said they must be having a good time. It's been five days and I haven't come back.

"Zero Zero~~ Zero Zero!!"

Just then, my phone rang. The phone showed my uncle, I quickly picked up the phone, just wanted to ask him, where did they go to play, they had such a good time, but the uncle preempted him and said: "Xiaowei, hurry up and come to Heilongjiang, something is wrong!" ”

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