PS: PS: Thank you LSL Bookworm for the monthly pass and the good butcher for the tip. Next month is the last month of the year, and it seems difficult to finish writing it before the end of the year, so I will try to write as much as I can. To repay you for your support. Thank you!

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I watched Captain Zhou not speak, and my mind began to search for memories of Song Guilong, especially the memories of the period before the accident.

During that time, Song Guilong's mental state was very bad, and he went to the base camp to rest for a while, and he became less gregarious, and he rarely communicated with me. At that time, we lived in the same room, and we rarely communicated with each other, so it was even more impossible to communicate with others.

Complexion, we didn't look good at that time. Poor rest is one thing, and the huge disagreement with the military also makes everyone in our archaeological team physically and mentally exhausted. As a captain of the archaeological team, Song Guilong's complexion and mental state are naturally not much better.

But what does that have to do with me? I looked at Captain Zhou with a questioning face.

"Since you came back from Lop Nur last time, Guolin has changed a lot, rarely come to me, and don't contact me much. In the past, he always liked to ask me about something, discuss it with me, and I joked that he would make the most of his resources. ”

Although his voice was very soft and his words were not long, just a few words had already made Captain Zhou breathe.

"Before he led the team to Lop Nur for the second time, I made a special trip to see him, and if I didn't go, I guess I wouldn't see that side anymore. Before, he didn't tell me that he was going to Lop Nur, and he didn't plan to say goodbye to me. I was sad at the time. But after seeing him, I was more worried. I had a premonition that it was impossible for him to come back, and his complexion was the same as that of Song Guilong before the accident. ”

"Maybe he's under too much psychological pressure." I analyzed it cautiously.

Captain Zhou shook his head slowly. "I think he's more preoccupied. His eyes are avoiding me, not looking directly at me like you, I can see the youthful light in your eyes, and his eyes are gray. Yes. I could intuitively feel his heart, which was very unsunny and gave me the feeling of not having hope for that trip to Lop Nur. ”

I thought about it, and felt that what Captain Zhou said had some truth, but it was not entirely true. Xiao Guolin has the heart to destroy the gate of eternal life, of course his heart will not be sunny, he has concerns and reluctance, many words and secrets can only be hidden in his heart, no one can communicate or entrust. I can't even say anything about Xiao Ting.

Just think about the two letters he left me, he would rather communicate with my friend who has not been heard from for several years than disclose this information to Captain Zhou and Xiao Ting, how lonely he must be. It's very similar to my state some time ago, before I saw the fat man and didn't confide that message to him, my heart was also lonely and closed.

There is a kind of loneliness that is very stubborn, and it still exists in the midst of prosperity. The hustle and bustle around you can only deepen and hurt this loneliness.

But I can't understand Song Guilong's state before the accident. High mental stress, high work pressure, poor physical condition. All of this could have caused him to have a nervous breakdown. However, under the appearance of his extremely poor mental state. It's his hidden scheming.

I suspect that he went back to the base camp to rest in order to get that piece of iron. With my status in the archaeological team back then, it is naturally impossible to know too many things that are too secret, but it is impossible for that piece of iron to be placed at the excavation site, and I can judge it, even if it is an imitation. It is also impossible to store at the excavation site. It's not enough to keep it secret.

There is also a series of behaviors after that, and the self-isolation and mental disorders shown in the rescue capsule seem to be pretending to be at present.

I can't tell Captain Zhou about Xiao Guolin's plan, nor can I reveal my plan to him, I can't bear to let a person who is in his old age. I don't feel at ease to go.

"Captain Zhou, don't worry about this anymore. I will definitely understand this matter this time and put an end to our archaeological operation in Lop Nur. also give an explanation to those who sleep underground. ”

Captain Zhou closed his eyes after hearing this, and his closed eyes and face showed a painful expression, but no tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. I know that it's not that he's not sad, it's that there are no tears in his cloudy eyes.

"Captain Zhou, I'm sorry to remind you of your sad past."

At this time, the door to the ward opened. A couple of people and a nurse walked in.

"Xiao Zhang, my dad can't meet for more than half an hour, and you have been talking for more than half an hour. He needs to rest. ”

It was Captain Zhou's daughter who spoke, and I can call her aunt when she is old.

"I'm sorry." I stood up.

"Xiao Zhang." It's embarrassing, Captain Zhou calls me that. "Just stay in Beijing for the next few days. I contacted the Palace Museum for you, you go there to visit and study, and the action begins, the working group will contact you, and you can just start from Beijing. ”

I nodded. "Okay. I just want to study at the Palace Museum, and this kind of opportunity is too rare. Thank you, Captain Zhou. ”

Captain Zhou smiled and beckoned to me.

I leaned in.

Captain Zhou said in a weak voice: "Come and see me before you go, I don't have the ability to send you." ”

"Okay, I'll come."

Captain Zhou's withered hand suddenly grabbed one of my wrists. "Definitely."

"Definitely."

I don't know if Captain Zhou was in a coma or in a coma. When he heard my promise, he immediately closed his eyes and sank into the quilt.

Several doctors rushed into the ward at once, and I was kicked out of the room by the scrambled medical staff. I'm worried that I'll be persona non grata again, and I'll be tied up with the hospital.

"My dad thinks highly of you, and says it's a pity that you left the archaeological world." Outside the hospital room, Captain Zhou's daughter said to me.

"I know. I'm grateful for what he did for me. It's a pity that I can't do something for him. ”

"I heard you're back to work. Doing a good job is the best reward for him. This is a letter of recommendation that my dad wrote to you, you go to the Palace Museum to find Secretary Liu, and he will arrange for you to study and visit. As she spoke, she handed me an unsealed envelope.

Of course, I will not visit and study in the public exhibition area, and the real good things of the Palace Museum are not in the public exhibition area, but collected and displayed in the non-exhibition area.

My research interests are hard porcelain and bronze. Captain Zhou seemed to have explained this to Secretary Liu, and I was led directly into a display area for storing porcelain. A large hall with countless displays and collections of porcelain. I won't say the name of the main hall to avoid suspicion.

Ming blue and white plates, any one on the market can cost millions. But here, there are stacks of them, and they are all genuine, and I can see that I am in a cold sweat, and my eyes are about to fall out. That's what it's like to walk in a mountain of gold.

Secretary Liu pushed me to a staff member and left, very dismissive of the bloody expression of a bed bug like me.

But I wasn't excited for long, and when I was holding a Ming Xuande blue and white seawater white dragon pattern flat bottle and couldn't put it down, the phone rang. I held the bottle in one hand, pulled out the phone with the other, looked at it and threw it away.

The phone does not show an incoming call, and the ringtone continues. It's not this phone that rings, it's another, the one that can smash walnuts. (To be continued......)