"What? Go to Tianjin?" Qin Ge kept lucky with the phone, "What should I do if I have happened here in Hong Kong? The records at that time have been destroyed by the police, and the forensic doctor at that time have also immigrated to Australia. If I go to Tianjin, what should I do here?"

"Have you immigrated to California?" When Lao Liu heard the news, he was not only not depressed, but he became happy. "Let Master Liao check it out by himself! We are so busy that we are almost foaming at the same time. He is quite idle, so let him go by himself! If he is not convenient to go, let his young wife go! Anyway, Master Qin, we have found a strange ancient jade, you have to come and take a look..."

"Ancient jade? How did you find out that ancient jade has come to investigate the murder case?" Qin Ge added ten thousand cautions to Lao Liu every word, afraid of having a trap. "Mr. Liu, can you roughly describe what kind of jade? What's strange?"

"Hey? I knew you had to say this... Do you know what strange it is? If I describe it on the phone a few words, you will understand, what is the food for so many advanced instruments? If you don't believe it, ask Guozhong... Come on Guozhong and tell Master Qin..."

"Hey, Mr. Qin, there is a strange jade..." Zhang Guozhong was about to say something, but the phone was snatched back by Old Liu. "Master Qin, did you hear it? You can't trust me, you have to trust Guozhong, right?"

"Well... I will go there as soon as possible..." To be honest, Qin Ge still trusts Zhang Guozhong quite a bit. When he heard that there was an ancient jade that even Zhang Guozhong and Old Liu could not understand, he really wanted to see it.

After leaving Liao Ruoyuan for visiting the forensic doctor in Australia to Liao Ruoyuan, Qin Ge directly booked the plane ticket for the next day. Because Liao Ruoyuan, as a director of the company, was not convenient for him to go abroad, this matter was really left to Qu Qingqing to take charge.

Two days later, Capital International Airport.

Because there was a foggy flight at the Hong Kong airport, Qin Ge was not able to take off, so the flight that Qin Ge took was seven hours late, which turned Zhang Guozhong's hair white. There was a tape of Zheng Zhihua's audio tape in the car. It was tuned over and listened to it less than ten times, and the songs inside could be sung backwards. Just when Zhang Guozhong was bored and bought a map of Beijing to watch, he saw Qin Ge walking out of the airport exit with a bag with a crowd, "Oh... Mr. Qin, you're here..." Zhang Guozhong was even happier than seeing his own father, "Mr. Qin, are you having a meal near the airport... Let's go to Beijing later..."

"I've eaten on the plane..." Qin Ge smiled, "President Zhang, I'm very curious. What did you find and have to let me come over? Could it be that there are no experts in this field in the mainland?"

"The mainland expert... the Public Security Bureau visited several years ago, but I couldn't see anything..." Zhang Guozhong briefly told Qin Ge about the cultural relics case a few years ago. "Originally, the cultural relics case was entrusted by a friend and was prepared to be handled after this matter. However, the two cases have one similarity, that the corpse will not rot for a period of time after death, but if the corpse is moved, the corpse will rot at a speed of ten times or even faster. My senior brother and I think that if it is not a coincidence in nature, then there must be some formation around the corpse..."

"Well...what is the ancient jade?" Qin Ge asked.

"This ancient jade was taken out of the body of the corpse by the forensic doctor. We suspected it was part of the formation..." Zhang Guozhong said, "The ancient jade carved is a vanguard, but it is very small. Even the top domestic micro-carving artists are amazed. They admitted that the modern domestic micro-carving level cannot carve such small characters... So... we suspect..."

"Suspect that is not a modern thing?" Qin Ge smiled slightly.

"Yes! Even the talismans around the corpse are scattered texts, but we basically don't recognize them, which means they are some scattered texts that are not commonly used and have been lost. I don't know how anyone in modern times will understand those things..." Zhang Guozhong said, "Actually... I also have some vague feeling that the two cases are only one year apart. Could it be the same group of people? If so, that would be a coincidence...!"

"Haha, the world is very small..." Qin Ge smiled, "Maybe the person we are looking for is the person we are looking for... By the way, I also have a news here... It's about the picture in Mr. Liu's box..."

"Oh? Mr. Qin, what new discoveries do you have?" Zhang Guozhong was also very curious about this matter.

"I asked Professor Liu Yu, an expert in ancient architecture at the University of Hong Kong. He said this should be an underground palace!" When he said this, a strange flashed in Qin Ge's eyes, "President Zhang, I will continue to investigate this matter. I wonder... are you interested?"

After hearing Qin Ge's question, Zhang Guozhong almost fell into a shock on the spot, "Mr. Qin... this... can we make a long-term plan..."

"That's right..." Qin Ge did not pay attention to Zhang Guozhong's expression at all, but continued to talk wishfully and took out a photo of an ancient picture from his bag. "These round ones in the picture should be load-bearing columns, and these columns must bear the weight of the mound! If this building is above the ground, there is no need to make such thick columns to bear the load. Also, these lines are like passages. If the width is calculated at 1.5 meters, the entire underground palace should cover an area of ​​about 30,000 square meters, and it is very likely to be two floors above and below. No dynasty in Chinese history has the technical power to build such a huge underground building. If this underground palace is real, it should be listed as the eighth miracle in the world..."

"Underground Palace? Mound of earth?" Zhang Guozhong has heard of these words, "Mr. Qin, aren't you going to rob the tomb? I don't want to do that, Maoshan has a ancestral teaching!"

"What if... it's not a tomb?" Qin Ge smiled strangely, "Professor Liu thinks it's unlikely to be a tomb, because no dynasty has such a tomb..."

"What is that? Warehouse?"

"What is it? I will only know if I find it..." Qin Ge said,

"Then how are you going to find it?" Zhang Guozhong didn't treat this matter as a serious matter at all. The broken map of Bashan has landscapes as reference objects. It's only a century since the three generations of the Qin family found it. There is no reference object in this map. Where did you start?

"How to find it, it's my business..." When Zhang Guozhong seemed to let go, Qin Ge was also very happy, "President Zhang, I just want to ask you, if I really find it, are you interested..."

"Well... I have to go home to discuss this with my wife and children..." Learning from the impulsive lessons before, Zhang Guozhong has become more careful. Don't talk to death in everything, although he has a little bit of his desire to go...

Hyatt Regency Tianjin, Sun Ting's room.

After taking the so-called "ancient jade" handed over by Lao Liu, Qin Ge was lucky. He was just a little thinner than a toothpick and dared to claim to be "ancient jade". He was not so easy to talk to when he was tossing people from Hong Kong to Tianjin...

"Mr. Qin... Don't look at this thing as small... but it's really strange..." Zhang Guozhong was also a little embarrassed. After all, Qin Ge came for his own face... "Mr. Qin, we mainly want to find you to identify whether this is an ancient or a modern thing. If it is an ancient, where should it be from which dynasty?"

Although he was angry, Qin Ge found that the jade pillar was indeed a bit unique. From the color, it really didn't look like a newly produced jade. Moreover, the dense carvings on it were not visible without the help of a microscope. He raised the jade pillar and looked carefully. There seemed to be some blood on the surface of the jade pillar. Among the dense carvings, there were some black particles in groups of three or two. "Identify this thing... I want to go to the United States..." Qin Ge sighed and emphasized "America".

"Hey... Master Qin, as the saying goes, do you have more effort? Who made you more capable?" Old Liu said with a smile, "If I were you, I would have to go to Mars to help my friends, but I don't have the ability, right? Master Qin?"

"Mr. Liu...you... are indeed very friends..." Qin Ge's eyes were full of blood...

After a little rest, Comrade Qin Ge, who had just been tossed from Hong Kong, booked the earliest flight ticket to Washington directly...

One day later, Lao Liu received a call from Liao Ruoyuan. The classmate who helped him inquire about the situation in China had already contacted Lao Liu and gave Lao Liu a Beijing phone number. After dialing the phone, Lao Liu found that this person was actually a stuttering person. He even said Chinese language was not good, and he didn't know how he went to the UK.

After making an appointment for the meeting time and place, Zhang Guozhong drove Lao Liu to Beijing again. The meeting place was in Tiananmen Square (Lao Liu didn't know what was more eye-catching in Beijing). After arriving at the place, Lao Liu saw a short and fat man looking around from afar, learning to touch. His appearance was unexpected, and everything else was in line with the agreed meeting characteristics: a light yellow T-shirt, sunglasses, white leather shoes...

"Hello... are you... Mr. Pang Dayang?" Zhang Guozhong stepped forward and asked tentatively. (This person is called Pang Dayang. According to Liao Ruoyuan, this person is very superstitious. It turns out that he was called Pang Xiaoming. Because the fortune teller said that his five elements are short of water, he changed his name. He originally wanted to be called Pang Dahai, but it looks too similar to the name of a Chinese medicine. But it is strange to say that since he changed his name, Pang Dayang has really become lucky and has made a fortune after returning to China to start a company)

"Oh...you...you are Mr. Liu...Mr. Liu?" Pang Dayang held Zhang Guozhong's hand and looked enthusiastic. Zhang Guozhong was almost crying, thinking to himself, why is this person talking so hard? Are he that old?

"I am Liu Fengyan..." Old Liu stepped forward and shook hands with Pang Dayang, "This is my junior brother, Zhang Guozhong..."

"Junior brother?" Pang Dayang took off his sunglasses and looked at Zhang Guozhong carefully, thinking that these senior brothers are too old, right? "I don't know... what are you two studying...?"

"Oh, I am the head of the Maoshan Sect of Taoism..." Zhang Guozhong said, "We are all... Taoist disciples..."

"Oh!! Dao... Taoist disciples!!?" When he heard it was related to Taoism, he seemed to be the leader. This pony is like seeing his own father, and he has no doubts at all (the person introduced by Liao Ruoyuan must be wrong). "Oh!! Fortunately... I will..." Holding Zhang Guozhong's hand, this pony is so excited that he didn't know what to do. "Two... I'm in Beijing, I'm working on everything! I... my car is there... let's go to have a meal!"

It seems that Pang Dayang is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He is driving a Cadillac, which is much more advanced than Zhang Guozhong's Santana. I don't know how to turn left and right. Pang Dayang's car parked at the entrance of a Donglaishun Restaurant. "If you come to Beijing... you have to eat Donglaishun! Shabu... Shabu shabu is Erguotou..." Pang Dayang licked his big belly and directed Zhang Guozhong to stop, "Two... I will arrange a dance hall tonight, and we will stop drunk."

Not to mention Zhang Guozhong, even Old Liu was depressed. Why did Liao Ruoyuan know such a piece of material? The dance hall; I will stop after getting drunk... What a mess?

At the dinner table, Pang Dayang also called a few friends with sharp-mouthed cheeks. After hearing that Zhang Guozhong was the head of Maoshan introduced by the young owner of the Liao family in Hong Kong, these people wanted to ask Zhang Guozhong and Lao Liu to go to their homes to see the Fengshui to help them choose commercial housing. Zhang Guozhong was almost dead. He repeatedly emphasized that he was not good at Fengshui in Yangzhai, but Pang Dayang still refused to give up and insisted that Zhang Guozhong consecrate his own sword to maintain his house. Zhang Guozhong didn't know how to explain it. The sword was a weapon, so was that thing consecrated?

After several rounds of drinking, Zhang Guozhong began to ask about the serious matter. When he mentioned this, he saw that this pang Dayang suddenly looked mysterious and secretly turned his head to Zhang Guozhong. "Zhang...Zhang Zhenren, there are some things I didn't tell Liao...Liao Ruoyuan..., afraid... I'm afraid that he doesn't believe it and say that I'll find a reason to not help him with his affairs..., but you... specialize in researching..., so I... I'll tell you the truth..."

Listening to the words of this Pang Dayang, Zhang Guozhong was so awkward that he couldn't say anything. He seemed to have drunk too much when he didn't drink, let alone drink some wine. When did he become a real person again...?
Chapter completed!