After we arrived in Taiyuan, we went to the university professor at the girl's university and was taken care of by the girl, so we settled us in the house where he lived. The professor had a daughter who heard that the professor had died and did not go back. The girl said that she was gritting her teeth.

In the next few days, we went to Nangong to meet old friends and chatted, and helped the young master look at the shop for a few days. We earned one or two thousand yuan.

The girl returned to school and reported that she had thought of many ways to learn something through relationships, but there was no result. The senior management did not say that, but she heard that two people died in the People's Liberation Army who helped carry the coffin at that time.

We felt uncomfortable when we heard this news, but when we arrived at their squadron, we kept secrets and couldn't ask anything. The young master tried to bribe and was almost sent to the police station.

I saw that I hadn't gained much. This was not a solution. We summarized it in the room. I wrote a note saying that if everything was assumed to be true, things should be like this.

Several years ago, the dragon coffin in the river was dug out by the Yellow River. Because it was more than a thousand years ago, it was impossible to estimate who buried the Yellow River for why it was for.

Then, Liu Qu, the King of Guangchuan, sank the river-storing dragon coffin into the Yellow River. Suppose he built a very high-level tomb for the dragon coffin to convince the public.

For some reason, this tomb collapsed a hole several years later, perhaps because of the iron claws of the dredging ship.

A year ago, Wang Quansheng accidentally put an iron rake into the hole while cleaning the garbage from the Yellow River. As a result, bronze ware was caught in the hole.

Half a year ago, Wang Quansheng came to Taiyuan and met me and then sold the bronze ware to me (he died bizarrely in my room after a few days.)

I went to his hometown to find his family half a year ago but failed. But I found the cave on the top of the Yellow River tomb, but when I entered the cave, Shan Jun, who was walking with me, died in the cave.

Four months ago, the professor began the archaeology of the ancient tombs of the Yellow River.

The professor died a week ago. Two archaeological PLAs died.

I patted the paper and said, "There is no rule in time, but if the two PLAs also had that expression when they died, then there must be some reason for this death. It is certain that this reason has something to do with that ancient tomb. In fact, what I want to know most now is———”

"Will it be our turn?" The young master continued, I nodded and both of them had bitter expressions.

Speaking of the dead people in the coffin, some people touched and some people didn’t touch; speaking of the ancient tombs, some people didn’t enter. But what did these people touch? What do these people have in common?

If everyone touched something, it was really the only thing that was the silt in the Yellow River broken waters, but there were too many people touching this thing. Didn’t Lao Cai say that many people went there to swim? And the work of the Yellow Sand Factory is inevitable.

After thinking about it, I had no clue and the young master said, don’t be anxious anyway, I don’t know if it will be our turn to be fine for more than half a year. Maybe this is just a coincidence.

I sighed and said that it would be a coincidence, but I can't deceive myself at this time.

A few days later, I was considering this issue and every detail. I thought that before I knew it, I stayed in Taiyuan for half a month and reached the end of the month. A few people came from the school and said that the school wanted to take back the house, so we had to help the girl move.

The professor's home has so many books that I could not imagine. We sorted out three days before we moved the big thing. At this time, the whole house was empty and there was only one desk left. The girl said that this desk had been used for more than ten years and she didn't want it anymore. I pulled the drawer of the desk but the drawer was locked.

I thought maybe there was money or something valuable inside, so I used a wrench to sled and pulled out the drawer.

My idea was just to see if there were any valuable things inside to organize and bring them to the girl. But after I opened the drawer, I found that the files inside were still there. It seemed that his most precious things were these files.

I was a little discouraged after all the time. At this time, I saw a notebook pressing with a large stack of manuscript paper at the bottom of the drawer.

There were many documents in the notebook and a line of words were written on the cover of the notebook: Archaeological information related to the Yellow River Ancient Coffin (not for reference).

The professor's signature and date under the line should be one month ago.

I felt sad that he wrote this line of words with his own hand a month ago but now it is no longer there. But this topic always seems to make people wonder what "relevant reference materials" means since they have been referenced, so why "not use them as references"?

I stayed for a while before I opened the notebook. I saw a lot of photos inside the manuscript paper.

I briefly looked through the pictures on those things. The pictures on them showed all the reliefs inside the ancient tombs. The files were written in traditional Chinese so that I saw the date above. Obviously, the originals of these files were all things before liberation.

The writing of traditional Chinese characters is the opposite of now. I don’t understand them very well, so I just read a few pages and planned to put them back. But coincidentally, a few familiar photos attracted my attention at this time.

It was a color photo. There was a dead person. This person was hanging on the beam. When I saw this person's figure, I thought about it. I realized that the person in the photo was Lao Cai!

Is Lao Cai dead?

I took a breath and flipped through the photos to see the file notes behind the photos.

Cai Minglong died suddenly on August 24, 1997.

I pulled out all the photos attached to the document and suddenly felt cold all over. I saw more than a dozen photos. All of them were ferocious smiling faces. Old Cai's nephew died 7 days after Old Cai died. There were many of them I didn't know, but they could all be seen. It should be the People's Liberation Army at the tomb excavation site at that time because they all brought the in and out permits of the archaeological team.

I pulled out a piece of paper and saw a large list of people's names listed on it, followed by a row of death time, and then wrote big "?" next to it.

When I calculate the time, everyone dies without any rules. It seems that they will be born at any time.

I looked down almost suffocatedly and saw my name and wrote a line of small words on the side: Based on the inscription, I calculated that the birthday chain will be suddenly killed on this month and day.

I said my mind was blank! The old men had already deciphered the content of the inscription. What information does the inscription contain? What is the calculation of the birth date? Can you know the date of these people's death based on these inscriptions?

I looked down and saw that there were some names below the professor’s own name. The one below was Lao Bian, and then there were the ones below me, the young master and the girl.

The more I thought about it, the more I became, the more I was shaking my fingers and calculated. The professor wrote on it. My death date was only seven days from today. The young master and the girl almost felt a chill one day after me.

I no longer had the intention to organize the room for the professor and secretly took out the item and put it in my bag. Then I took a taxi to Nangong to discuss with the young master.

The young master was quarreling with a foreigner to promote his enamel fake, and he was spitting out his saliva. I slapped the foreigner twice and said, "getouthere! Itakeit!" Then he gave the document directly to him, "Look at what this is!"

The young master was shocked and saw that the business was slack. He was in a bad mood and felt a little angry. He saw that my expression was very serious and he didn't come out reluctantly took it. He flipped it over and threw it aside and said to me: "I can't understand the word crab!"

I knew he didn't even look in and picked up the file and flipped it to him. Then the young master's face suddenly changed after he looked at it.

"What's going on? Where did this thing come from?" he asked me

I said truthfully: "It appeared when I packed up the old man's relics. Look at what was written later."

He sat up straight and looked at the files behind carefully. The more he looked, the ugly the look became. Finally, he clamped the files and asked me, "So we will have to hang up in a few days."

I didn't know how to answer for a moment that he said that he believed it was very hasty, but it was a bit too unwilling to believe that Wang Quansheng's death and Professor's death were in front of him. And this note must be the day the death he calculated above was indeed the day when he died. With a person like him, he should not write meaningless things in his notes.

The young master raised his finger and calculated, "If the professor is correct, then we die one day later than you. Now, I have passed one day. Wouldn't I have only seven days of life to live?"

I said, "Don't believe that this is just a piece of paper so quickly. It has no scientific basis."

He smiled and suddenly said, "Hey, the one behind the professor is Lao Bian. If this legend is true, wouldn't he be dead today?" He said, laughing and intervened, "It's impossible that the professor died of a heart disease, how could he die like this?"

After saying this, even he felt a little strange and laughed in self-deprecatingly.

When I saw him talking, I seemed to know Lao Bian and ask him what was going on.

The young master blushed and scratched his head. I didn't know what to say. I asked him again and again before he said that after I returned to Shanghai, he touched Wang Ruonan's unit as a whole and wanted to chase her. After a while, the people didn't chase her, but met many people and Wang Ruonan were also familiar with him. Otherwise, they wouldn't come to Shanghai to find me together.

Lao Bian is a technician in their archaeological team who is responsible for cleaning and repairing bronzes and making sand for pottery. He is an old employee. He is responsible for restoring many very important national treasures.

I looked at it and it was five or six hours before Nangong closed down and said, "This is it! Don't you know him? Why don't we go to the old Bian to drink and find a way to condom his affairs about those inscriptions and accompany him to see if something happens to him. If nothing happens, it's best to show that our materialism has achieved a huge victory. If something really happens, then we can also know what's going on."

After saying that, I thought it was a bit funny that we all received atheistic education. The things we are talking about now are completely different from our worldview and we are talking about so serious things. If others know this, there will be no place to put them down.

Unexpectedly, the young master agreed to my proposal. It seemed that he had this idea and said: "Anyway, the whole unit is in chaos now. Before the new leader came down, the project here will not be opened. Today, he must have nothing to do. Just think it's okay to talk about the past with him. This person is quite interesting. I'll introduce it to you."

We went to a roadside shop to buy a few bottles of soju and side dishes and specially prepared the clothes. I followed the young master to Wang Ruonan's unit and Wang Ruonan was not there, so we asked a few people, found Lao Bian's dormitory and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man. I heard the young master say hello to him and knew that he was Lao Bian.

Lao Bian was a little surprised when he saw that it was the young master because he didn't know me and the young master were not familiar with me, but he was a drunk person who saw the soju in our hands and couldn't resist us coming in.

We entered the room and laid the newspaper on the spot to bring the wine and meat in. We were so panicked that we didn’t have time to have a good meal. At this time, we just had a good time to have a good meal.

The young master is a PR expert and is very good at speaking. I am not a cover-up. The two of them quickly went down several cups of wine and food to introduce each other. I came under the banner of asking him for advice on bronzes and blew him hard for a few times. After a while, Lao Bian's nose turned red and his tongue immediately became big and his mouth began to lose control.

People like us who like to drink from being drunk to being drunk is a very short time called entering the state.

But when he was drunk, he was confused and actually knew better than anyone else that Lao Bian sucked a glass and didn't say any witty words suddenly asked us: "If you have any questions, please tell me, don't be careless here."

When I heard this, I really understood that it was difficult for people to deal with. I looked at the young master and said, "You should say it." Otherwise, I would say we are here to wait and see if you die at night, but you will be able to drive us out."

The young master smiled and said, "Old Bian really shows you that the two of us are here to come to you and I really want you to ask."

Lao Bian said: "What's so ugly about this? You are a famous force. You are not good at all. You don't have any money today. I came to me to invite me to drink. I know what kind of friendship I have with you. I know that I can't control the wine bug. You don't worry. Since you have eaten yours, you have to help me. Just agree that as long as it's not killing people and setting fire, it's simple."

When I heard that you were talking like this, it was obvious that we knew that we had something to ask him to scold him first. But we really didn't dare to be angry and only nodded and laughed at the young master, "Are you serious? I can't tell that you are still a cheerful person!"

Old Bian said in a slight dick in Beijing: "That's what we said, let's continue drinking after we finish talking."

The young master gave me a wink and immediately said to me, "Isn't you responsible for making sand for those things in your project? The inscription of the coffin———"

Before I finished speaking, Lao Bian waved his hand and said, "Hey, don't mention this matter. I know what you are going to ask. Do you want to copy out those inscriptions for you? I tell you don't think about it. It's not that I don't give it to you. I really don't have it. You are not the first one to ask me."

The young master said strangely: "No, you must have done all the essays. Then the first-hand information must be with you. Why are you missing?"

Old Bian said: "I'm angry that day, I just went there. I cleaned half of it. Old Man Chen ran to see it and saw it. I was so nervous. Suddenly, I told me not to let me touch it. I said it was sensitive information. You said I've been doing sand making for more than 20 years. It's the first time I did it. Half of it was said that people were sensitive and drove it out. It's really hey, that old man died. I don't say bad things about dead people, but this is really unauthorized."

I looked at the young master and was surprised that we didn't know what happened. I wondered what the old man called Lao Bian out and said sensitively. The content of the inscription on the coffin seemed to be the key to the whole thing.

The young master did not give up and continued to ask, "I said you are too honest, so you didn't memorize it yourself?"

Lao Bian yelled and said, "If I could memorize the words I've ever made by sand, then I'm just a professor, why are you doing this thankless job?"

When I think about it, it was because Lao Bian was not very good at first glance. If you let him endure hardships, he would be fine. If you let him study and speak, it would take his life. This temper is the same as us. One year, I bought goods in Taiyuan and a boy named Wang Meng went to learn to type. Wang Meng was the last young master and the second to last. I called us the axis of evil.

We then talked for a while. After drinking, the other old Bian said cutely. We had a great time and we had a great time with him. We forgot the time that we had to stay alive and never die. We saw that the time was almost done and the wine was gone, and the young master called him farewell.

Lao Bian sent us out of the room and made an appointment to drink another day. I looked at it and found it funny. The first time I met, I was a confidant. So what is a friend who is drinking? At this time, it was almost midnight. I wrapped my clothes and said to the young master, "I spent 34.6 yuan in vain and didn't ask anything. What do you think you should do?"

The young master frowned and said, "I can't think of a solution, let's talk about it. Look, isn't this old Bian okay? I think this is superstition and legend. The professor may have been obsessed with research on this."

I looked at Lao Bian's door behind me and felt relieved and patted him, saying, "Then let's go back and have a good sleep!"

Before I finished speaking, I suddenly heard Lao Bian yell in the room behind me: "What's the matter!" Then the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

I suddenly felt a sudden change in my heart and looked at the young master and said secretly: "Oh no!"

We quickly pushed the door and locked it. I kicked the door and rushed in. When I saw Lao Bian lying on the bed, covering his chest with one hand and clenching his fist with the other, stretching forward as if he wanted to point to something.

I quickly turned him over and saw his face, my blood almost solidified.

God—there is that expression and indescribable grin!
To be continued...