"etc!"

Captain Niu, who was walking in the front, stopped instantly, and his already tense nerves instantly filled up, looking around with a vigilant look on his face.

"What's wrong with the Ghost Crew? Is there a ghost monster appearing nearby?"

"The stairs here seem to be a little wrong, be careful." Ge Ningjian said in a deep voice.

Although he himself didn't see it, he believed Su Bai's judgment.

"stairs?"

Captain Niu looked down at the tiled staircase at his feet, and was a little surprised.

After reading it carefully several times, I didn't find any abnormalities.

If this wasn't a reminder from a ghost, he would definitely think that he was playing tricks on himself.

In fact, Su Bai just had a kind of intuition.

Since becoming the City God, his perception ability has been further strengthened. When he stepped on this staircase, he felt like he was stepping on an old wooden staircase similar to a dangerous building in the old era.

The old wooden boards have faded and rotten, and are full of termite borers.

The overwhelming sound of "squeaking" seems to be circling in my ears.

It seems that if you step on it a little harder, you will break and fall down and fall to the bottomless abyss.

But in fact, these are hard cement.

This is true even if you open the sky eye to observe.

"Strange? What's wrong?"

He lowered his head and thought, and did not speak for a moment.

At this time, the rest of the people stood on the stairs a little embarrassedly, not daring to go up or down for a while.

"Go up." Ge Ningjian finally got Su Bai's order and said lightly.

If nothing unexpected happens, I am afraid that only by actually going up can you see something wrong.

When everyone got the order, they wiped their cold sweat and accelerated their pace toward the upstairs.

When they arrived at the 9th floor, they simply checked it. As expected, Gu Yangyun and his team's positioning signals were all in this building, but they just couldn't see anyone.

And they soon found the only door opened on this floor, which is the location of Yu Pengcheng's company.

A large number of documents and contracts in the office were scattered on the ground in a mess, as if they were a little anxious when they left, and even some of them had footprints left on them.

It's the turn of experts to appear at this time.

Four researchers, including Su Bai, stepped forward to sort out the documents and began to look for suspicious clues.

"This company is quite brave...even dares to imitate such things..."

The senior sister Wu next to Su Bai chuckled, meaningful. He glanced at the document in his hand, which was a copy of a "urn" from an old era!

Even the black and white photos above were copied exactly the same.

The dark eyes of the old man with a strange smile in the photo seemed to be watching them through endless time and space.

Judging from the current situation, this is almost no different from being dying.

I don’t know where Yu Pengcheng got the courage, could it be that he had never seen the ruins of the old era and had never seen the real horror?

Su Bai himself also checked many contracts, most of which were imitations of cultural relics that were of little significance.

For example, scrapped TVs, mobile phones, calculators, and even leftover takeaway boxes in the old era.

These items, which were garbage that no one wanted in the old era, have all become precious cultural relics here.

The cheapest one is worth more than one hundred thousand!

Su Bai was a little shocked when he suddenly had an idea that if he had buried something in the soil and dug it out now, would he have become a rich man?

But I just think about it. What needs to be preserved for thousands of years is not only the toughness of the material itself, but more about luck.

After a brief review, most of the contracts for imitation products were put aside, and these were later evidence of Yu Pengcheng's sentence.

The real key is the transaction of cultural relics.

There is no formal contract for this part, but Yu Pengcheng carefully recorded it. At that time, it was just to facilitate reconciliation, and now it is convenient for them to check.

Some small objects that have not been sold are even hidden in the safe in this office.

After opening the safe by questioning Yu Pengcheng through Chen Suxian, a pile of cultural relics that even had the fragrance of soil were placed in front of everyone.

"Three Chinese brand pencils from the old era..."

"This should be a mouse. I don't know what brand it is, but I didn't expect it to be preserved so well."

"Is this a photo frame mounted in the old era..."

There were not many things, more than a dozen pieces were scattered, but they really attracted a few people.

Especially the senior sister Wu, almost all her eyes were shining, as if she had seen some priceless treasure, wearing gloves and observing carefully one by one.

It seems that the person in his hand is not a dead thing, but the skin of a passionate person.

However, Yu Pengcheng's method of preservation was a bit simple, and there were a few traces of wear on the already fragile cultural relics, which made these researchers feel very heartbroken. If that guy was still in front of him, he would almost want to go up and beat him up.

Conservatively estimated that the value of cultural relics in this small safe has exceeded 30 million, which is already higher than the market value of some small companies.

But it is precisely because of its high value that he is difficult to take action, for fear that he will be caught by the police if he accidentally.

The result is the current situation, which is a blessing in disgrace.

However, during this counting process, someone soon discovered that it was inconsistent with the number provided by Yu Pengcheng.

"In addition to those sold, there are also those that are left behind. It seems that there is a cultural relic missing in this safe!"

"One missing?"

The Captain Niu suddenly became interested and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?"

"According to Yu Pengcheng's description, it should be a rectangular old wooden board. I don't know what it is for, but I only know that it was dug out from a ruin by those who traded behind the scenes..."

Rectangular wooden board?

This alone is a bit strange.

What wood can remain immortal for thousands of years?

"I think this thing in Pengcheng's eyes may not be considered a cultural relic at all, so it has not been preserved properly?" Senior Sister Wu guessed.

Su Bai felt it was unlikely.

If a person who relies on cultural relics to make a living, if he doesn’t even have this kind of judgment ability, he doesn’t have to mess around.

But he thought of something, turned around and came to the downward staircase again with Ge Ningjian, looking at the staircase below with deep eyes.

Looking up and down, the space of this staircase seemed to be more distorted and dark, as if something strange was hidden.

The strong resentment almost makes people breathless.

The other few people followed quickly, but they couldn't see any difference in their eyes. They just looked around in confusion, and then directly asked the ghosts because they were not easy to be asked.

"What's wrong?"

"here……"

Su Bai squatted down and gently touched the stair floor on the top floor with his fingertips.

“Has it been renovated recently?”
Chapter completed!