He Zi'an took something, not only did he have no opinion on Friday, but he was also very supportive, and the problem was now hindered by a temporarily suspended police officer.

The policeman also has a deputy director's father, who is the head of the provincial archaeological team.

"It's just 300,000, what a big breath." Zhang Heng sneered.

"I'm not lying." He Zi'an squinted at the lotus stone carving and said, "300,000 is the price before ninety-five years, and it will be increased every year in the future, and the final upper limit will be more than 10 million." ”

More than 20 years later, 10 million is an ordinary commercial house in a first-tier city, but for Zhang Heng in the early 90s, it is simply an astronomical amount.

So when he heard the final price, he reached out from behind and locked He Zi'an's neck, and said, "If you dare to commit a crime, I will definitely let you stay in prison for life." ”

Friday smiled bitterly on the side, why bother, I have to say the value of stone carvings so carefully.

However, in fact, He Zi'an just started to move snacks, and then he thought that he was a temporary consultant to the archaeological team, so he died.

All the information he said now was meant to remind Zhang Heng to tell the archaeological team when he went out, don't treat the treasure as a scrap when the time comes, and be picked up by people who know the goods in the antique circle.

Barking~

The old yellow dog, who was lying on his stomach on the side, suddenly stood up and barked wildly in one direction.

He Zi'an and the three of them realized that there were still people present, and they tacitly agreed to enter the stone forest from different directions.

……

In the narrow gap between two stone pillars more than three meters high, a man wearing an archaeological team uniform lies in the space.

Beads of sweat continued to emerge on the man's face, his lips were bloodless, his hand was on the left side of his abdomen, and bright red blood was overflowing from his fingers.

"Here."

Friday followed the old yellow dog around the stone forest, and was the first to find the man, squatting down after the man's head was down, and reaching out to test the breath.

He Zi'an and Zhang Heng came from different directions.

"Uncle Xiao." Zhang Heng appeared at the man's feet.

A few seconds later, He Zi'an rushed behind Zhang Heng, the space was too narrow for him to squeeze into, and he stepped over Zhang Heng's shoulder on tiptoe to try to check.

"Nothing to do, what are you doing when you're so tall?" He didn't see the situation and complained.

Then.

Zhang Heng found that the man was holding his hand on his abdomen, hurriedly squatted down, irradiated it with a flashlight, and found that the blood on his fingertips kept gushing out, and immediately shouted in a hurry: "Hurry up and save people." ”

He Zi'an was finally able to see the person, his expression was a little strange, he stepped back to the side to get out of the way, and asked Friday to lift the man's head, and Zhang Heng assisted to take him out of here.

When the two cooperated to move the man, he walked to the place where the man was lying and probed with the searchlight hanging from his forehead.

The old yellow dog looked down on the other side and sniffed the smell.

Outside by the pool.

As soon as he put the man down, Zhang Heng hurriedly took out the medical first aid kit from his backpack and cleaned the man's wounds.

Friday also knows first aid measures and follows to help.

The wound on the man's abdomen was about three centimeters deep and one centimeter deep, and it looked like it was a sharp weapon, and there was no toxin or anything like that.

Only then did the two breathe a sigh of relief.

Next, Zhang Heng bandaged and asked for the man's identity information on Friday.

Xiao Bao graduated from archaeology, and later entered the provincial team as a clerk, was excavated by Qin Ying to become a formal member of the field archaeology team, all the way to the deputy captain of the archaeological team, 46 years old this year, widowed and has a daughter who is in college.

After entering the provincial team, his personality has been very stable for 26 years, honest, serious and principled, and has always helped Qin Ying, who is a bit of Ma Daha, to control the overall situation and details, and is expected to take over as the captain of the provincial archaeological team.

The captain of the provincial archaeological team and the person in charge of the provincial museum, as well as the leader of the provincial cultural protection unit, is a cadre at the deputy ministerial level, so don't look at the difference between the main and deputy words, and the level of energy is very different.

From this point, it can be seen how optimistic the province is about Xiao Bao.

But for Zhang Heng, none of that matters.

His parents are a policeman and a doctor, and they are busy with work on weekdays, and they all live with their grandfather.

But grandfather Qin Ying's work intensity is better than that of his parents, so he is basically responsible for Xiao Bao's daily life, so in his heart, his status is the same as that of his parents and grandfather.

While helping to bandage, I cried like a child.

Friday stretched out his hand to pat Zhang Heng's shoulder and said: "The position of the abdomen is not fatal, antibiotics plus emergency treatment can prevent the wound from becoming infected, and when you go out, you will be treated in a regular hospital, and it will be fine." ”

"This is a grave, why should the god stick be careful, I don't know what the hell there is, I can't be careless."

Zhang Heng said while crying, and his hand didn't stop wrapping gauze around Xiao Bao's wound.

In his memory, his grandfather led a team of archaeology, and he encountered the infection of the whole team of ancient bacteria, and he was intermittently sparse for a month, so he was very worried.

"Don't give me nicknames."

He Zi'an returned with the old yellow dog, and when he heard that he had a nickname of 'God Stick', he was very unhappy in his heart.

At this time, he had an extra bloody dagger in his hand.

"Murderer's?" Friday turned his head and asked.

He shook his head and said: "The archaeological team's handle has the marks and numbers of the archaeological team, but it's a pity that the analysis technology of 'deoxyribonucleic acid' is not developed now, otherwise the murderer can be locked." ”

"What raised sour." Friday frowned.

"DNA, biological genetic information."

"It deserves to be the first in the history of the police academy, and I know English." He Zi'an gave a thumbs up.

Zhang Heng was in no mood to argue, got up and knelt beside Xiao Bao's head, took out the ginseng nutrition belt and tore it open with his mouth, carefully squeezed it into Xiao Bao's mouth, and said, "No matter who hurt Uncle Xiao, I will definitely arrest him." ”

"People are section-level cadres, working in provincial units, and they can use you as a police officer from a street police station...... Okay, I'll shut up. ”

He Zi'an was halfway through his words, but Zhang Heng turned his head and kicked his scarlet eyes, which frightened Shengsheng.

Friday was puzzled.

He Zi'an usually does things and speaks, and rarely pays attention to details, but he is not so white-eyed, and his mouth is still so owed.

In order to avoid a split in the team, he pulled He Zi'an aside and explained Xiao Bao's background.

"I said that he was a section-level cadre, do you think I would not know that he was Qin Ying's apprentice?" He Zi'an squinted at Friday and said.

"The main thing is that the relationship between Officer Zhang and Deputy Captain Xiao is like that of father and son, not to mention just the abdomen, even if it is a small wound on the fingers......"

"Look down on me, I still know what to say on what occasions." He Zi'an said.

Friday thought to myself, I hope so.

"Pack up and go." He Zi'an said.

I'll go~

Friday depressedly stretched out his hand to gag He Zi'an's mouth, and said, "My ancestor, you are ......"

Zhang Heng turned his head and looked at He Zi'an, his eyes full of hatred.

He Zi'an pulled away the hand that was blocking his mouth and said, "It's just a small injury to the abdomen, but if you change to Lao Huang, you can jump around without bandaging." ”

"He Zi'an!" Zhang Heng got up angrily and clenched his fists.

"Shopkeeper, you've gone too far." On Friday, I won't be on my feet this time.

Not to mention Xiao Bao's identity as the deputy captain of the provincial archaeological team, just because of the kindness he took care of when he was a child, Zhang Heng couldn't tolerate comparing it with a dog.