Qin Yanghao is the person Li Qing is waiting for, in the previous short time together, Li Qing learned that Qin Yanghao is a history lover from a professional class, thinking about it, the matter of translating the copper book may really trouble him,

After talking a few words, Li Qing finally said with a straight face: "Old Qin, let's drink the wine next time, let's take a step to talk?" ”

"It's fine." Qin Yang had expected this scene a long time ago, Li Qing had never been on the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, if there was no trouble, it was estimated that he would not be waiting for him here.

"Grandma,"

Li Qing took out two yuan and patted it in Zhou Qimei's hand, "These two yuan will be when I booked the 'adventurer', and the rest of the money will be settled next time." ”

Zhou Qimei hesitated for a moment, as if to weigh the risk of doing so, and after a while, said: "Yes, I can wait for you for three days, in these three days, I will not tell this story to other people, first say okay, next time you come, it will be two yuan an hour." ”

Li Qing smiled, and walked out of Houhai No. 6 with Qin Yanghao.

Their departure was a relief for Xie Kai, and it was an inconsequential matter for the rest of the bar, except for a tall and thin figure who walked out of the bar immediately after the two of them because of a coincidence, and Zhou Qimei, who took the money and planned to finish work tonight, everything else repeated according to its original trajectory, whether it was laughter or drunkenness, there were no exceptions.

In the end, Xie Kai still failed to pay the bill for Li Qing as he wished.

……

Sunset, moonrise.

Li Qing sat at the desk dejectedly, and in front of him, there was a copper book, and next to the copper book were four pieces of manuscript paper that looked rather messy.

In the palm of his hand, the black secret text around the crimson moon had spread to the eleven o'clock position, and in another four to five hours, the secret text would be connected from end to end, forming a symbol full of mystery, leading Li Qing to the boundless unknown.

The candle on the desk was about to burn out, and the flame in the center of the candle used its last stubbornness to prop up a small patch of light in the darkness, and together with the miserable white moonlight that slanted in, illuminated the black ink on the manuscript paper.

On the manuscript paper, it is the translation that Li Qing got back from Qin Yang after dozens of hours of waiting.

There is no publication information, no table of contents, no preamble.

Not lyrical prose, not obscure archaic poetry.

The content of the translation is something like a diary.

On June 29, the twelfth year of Houzhao, the Shang Dynasty Ancient Relics Development and Protection Committee issued a convening order, calling on aspiring young people with professional knowledge in China to devote themselves to an excavation operation that is said to be enough to change the world and influence the times with full enthusiasm and high morale.

As one of the 27 research institutes directly under the Shang Dynasty Ancient Relics Development and Protection Committee, the Ancient 427 Institute took the lead in setting an example, and Wang Yanming, deputy director and director of the archaeological department, personally led a leading team to Fulong to help the excavation site, and I was unfortunately named and became a member of the advance team.

I was resistant in my heart, but thinking of this hard-won job and the general environment of the dynasty's involution, I had to compromise, and after hugging my parents, I boarded the Shangqing train bound for Fulong with my colleagues.

The road ahead is vast, looking back, the parents on the platform seem to be frozen in a certain painting, forever stopped at the moment of farewell to me, I should have hugged them for a while, but now it's too late to say anything, the train leaves the station, roaring away, heading into the unknown.

The atmosphere in the Shangqing was very stuffy, and the colleagues chatted, consciously or unconsciously, with a pessimistic attitude towards the excavation operation, and this pessimistic mood was alleviated when Director Wang came to our carriage to express his condolences and made an impassioned speech.

When I first arrived, I didn't have time to be friends with any of my colleagues in the firm, so the master patted me on the shoulder and comforted me and then went to play cards with my friends in other carriages.

The departure of the master also gave me a rare private space - I had a seating square that could accommodate four people by myself, and I was always worried about the rain outside the window.

The professionally trained conductor was very friendly, gentle and beautiful, she saw my anxiety and anxiety, and poured me a glass of water, and after she reminded me, I willingly paid the price of five dimes.

Something is wrong on the Shangqing,......"

The translation came to an abrupt end, and at the bottom of the translation were five notes that Qin Yang had made easy to read, so as to facilitate the reading of a historian like Li Qing:

"(1) The 12th year of Houzhao: 'Houzhao' is the last year of the Shang Dynasty, and this huge empire that dominated the mainland for 1,273 years died in the thirteenth year of Houzhao, and the prelude to the confrontation between the north and the south began.

(2) Floating Dragon: Generally refers to the Floating Dragon Mountains, and also refers to the Floating Dragon Town located outside the Floating Dragon Mountains.

(3) Shangqing: A legendary train that has left its name in history because it undertook the development and transportation of the ancient ruins of Fulong. Before the fall of the Shang Dynasty, the railway transportation system of the Shang train had run through the north and south of the dynasty, although it was often criticized for its "high energy consumption" and "uneconomical" two points, but in that era, it has to be said that this was a great super project, with the formation of the confrontation between the north and the south, the "Shang" train was no longer brilliant.

(4) Wang Yanming: A well-known archaeologist and one of the survivors of the development of the ancient ruins of Fulong.

(5) Conductor: The conductor on the business name is served by a group of professionally trained high-quality service personnel, in the past, a middle-class man can marry a conductor as a wife is a very face-saving thing. ”

Reading through the whole article, from expectation, to slightly moved, to creepy, Li Qing stared at the intricate patterns full of ancient charm on the copper-brown cover, and was speechless for a long time.

What happened in the trial realm did not exactly match what was recorded in this bronze book that resembled notes, he did not say goodbye to his "parents" on the platform, did not hear the impassioned mobilization words of "Director Wang", did not meet the routine "master", did not even enjoy the seat of four alone, and the glass of water was not paid for by him.

In key positions, the contents of the bronze book always seem to be different from Li Qing's personal experience.

Not only that, all of this is also contrary to Xiao Jin's description, in the description of the extraordinary beauty, the trial he has experienced is the simplest of the awakening trials recorded so far: he doesn't have to do anything, he just needs to read the newspaper in his original seat, look at the scenery, taste the tea that was popular in that era, and wait for three hours to wait for the train to arrive at Nanyang Station to complete the trial and awaken the extraordinary.

It would be great if everything were that simple.

Just as Li Qing soothed his emotions and was about to ponder the translation carefully, suddenly, a flash of light flashed on the window, hitting the shadow of the sparse branches and leaves on the glass window, and then, the shadows of the branches and leaves in a small area on the lower right merged into a bundle like a stream of water summoned by some mysterious force, and the shadows of the branches sticking out of the window frame rushed into the window frame, merging with the damp wall of the bedroom.

This step was carried out extremely quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, and if it weren't for Li Qingwu's keen senses beyond ordinary people, it would be impossible to detect such a strange phenomenon, but would only treat it as an ordinary night patrol.

A few years ago, in order to improve the problem of public order among residents, the Yugoslav Parliament drafted and promulgated the "Regulations on Night Security Patrols", and the authorities of Ningpu County responded positively, requiring that every residential area should have someone on duty at night, and allocated funds to equip the patrol personnel with night patrol lights for lighting, Li Qing once saw Lao Ge use them, at night, the night guard with night patrol lights is a huge light source, in view of this, in the months after the promulgation of the regulations, the merchants who sell curtains in home furnishing stores can be said to have made a lot of money, especially dark curtains, It was sold out directly.

Li Qing's heart jumped, at this moment, even his breathing was a little stagnant, but soon, Li Qing regained his calm, like a young man who had finished reading notes at night, and sorted out the things on the desk casually.

Ever since he was separated from Qin Yang, he had always had a very uncomfortable feeling, and now, he finally knew that this feeling was the feeling of being secretly followed and secretly watched!

From the watchful of the transcendent.

The light on the window quickly faded, the moon shadow moved, and as the last drop of wax fell, the candle went out, and the bedroom sank into darkness in an instant.

Li Qing forced himself not to think about the shadow that melted into the wall, stretched his waist, and walked to the head of the bed.

By getting up and turning, his bloodshot eyes clearly saw that in the corner of the bedroom, the shadow was much thicker than usual, as if it had been draped in a black curtain.

When Li Qing lay down, the shadow had already moved to the desk, and after a short pause, the shadow began to spread towards the copper book, and the moment it came into contact with the copper-brown cover, it was like touching a red-hot soldering iron, and the extended shadow instantly rebounded back.

Access is prohibited.

Repeated several times, several times to the end, the shadow finally stopped trying, and only stayed quietly in front of the desk.

Li Qing knew that the transcendent who manipulated the shadows was definitely reading the translation, and in the silence, he seemed to be able to hear the rustle of the paper, like ants and insects gnawing on the paper.

I don't know how long it took, and the shadow finally disappeared from Li Qing's field of vision, silently.

Li Qing exhaled slightly, he was wrapped in darkness, and his pupils were a little dilated, indicating that his mental state was not very good.

The feeling of being followed began to appear after he was separated from Qin Yang, and from this point of view, he was not the target of the shadows.

The real target of the shadow is Qin Yanghao.

A history buff who is spying on by superpowers.

But what does this mean, in good contact with Qin Yang, Li Qing didn't feel that there was anything wrong or special about him.

Li Qing was very sleepy, and the tiredness that swept in like a tide forced him to empty his mind, close his eyes, and fall asleep.

In the palm of his hand, the black secret inscription around the crimson moon was like the most accurate clock, moving firmly from eleven o'clock to twelve.