MTL - Qizi-Chapter 115 With soil

Re-buried the secret treasure of Xiaoshi, the hurricane packed up the tools, and walked indoors one by one.

The small room was still so crowded. The hurricane stayed here for so long, and only some books were filled in the house. Most of the rest were from Ling Xing. Even the furnishings remained unchanged.

The small gray front foot enters the house, the rear foot presses the switch of an instrument lightly, and the hurricane does not stop it. Instead, it is accustomed to this kind of behavior, as if they have spent so many days every day.

Ling Xiao’s figure appeared in the middle of the narrow room, and his voice added a little popularity to the quiet environment, making it less so cold.

"I am going to receive a treatment. After this treatment, I may lose all the memories of these three months..."

The hurricane hand-painted the newly discovered plants today, and prepared to go to the library to check whether there is any relevant information to confirm its identity. If time is up, he can still add it to the upcoming version of the plant illustration.

Fuxi’s phone call came at this time. Over the years, the hurricane was deep and simple, and there was very little contact with the old people. Fuxi was one of the few people who had been actively contacting him, and the relationship was maintained.

"Hurricane, are you free? Come to the History Museum."

Since the expedition of the glory of the glory of the glory, Fuxi was promoted to the lieutenant general by the generals, but the habit of speaking and seeing the mountain has not changed, and the hurricane could not think of the reason for him to go to the museum himself.

"What to do?"

Fuxi’s voice was slightly lower than usual. “The archaeological team found something and wanted you to identify it.”

Perhaps his unusual tone, or the content of his speech, caused the hurricane to be overshadowed by ominous premonitions. He put down the information in his hand before he stepped out of the door and received another call.

With the degree of communication in the hurricane, it is rare to receive two communications within one day. This time, a strange number is displayed on the terminal. He picked it up and the opposite is also a strange voice.

"Hello, is it Mr. Hurricane?"

"Yes, who are you?"

“Here is the History Museum...”

The hurricane interrupted him. "Is it necessary for me to pass? I have already received the notice and will arrive soon."

"Hey?" There is also a lot of surprises. "You don't have to come and pick it up. As long as you leave the address, we will send someone to send the package to the door."

package? The hurricane frowned, "Are you not a lieutenant?"

“Mr. Did you misunderstand,” the person at the end of the communicator replied, “We are employees of the National History Museum. You have a time machine package, which was given by one of your mysterious friends ten years ago. Today is what it wants. Arrival in your hands. Just tell your address, we will deliver it to you personally, the cost has been settled, you don't have to worry."

The hurricane had already walked to the front of the flying shark. I heard that it finally understood two things that were irrelevant, but it just happened to arrive.

"I know, but I am going to the museum. Where are you, I will take it by the way."

"This way, we are on the third floor of the folk cultural relics display area, you can find us at the souvenir counter, next to the miss stone showcase."

"Okay." The hurricane hangs up and sets the museum as the destination. This is his first visit since he and Ling Xiao visited it ten years ago.

Fuxi waited for him at the conference center on the top floor. After the hurricane arrived, he discovered that there were many people at the scene. Apart from Fuxi and Nie Yun, who he knew, he had never seen anyone else.

"You are here," Fuxi said, letting everyone on the scene focus on him, especially the sunglasses worn on his face, which caused everyone's special attention.

The hurricane and the people he met with him nodded, Fuxi familiar with his personality, and only gave him a brief introduction:

“These are the leaders of the museum, as well as experts in the identification of cultural relics. I want you to come here to help you identify the same thing.”

The cultural relics expert asked him to be a layman to identify things? The hurricane is not understood.

Fuxi shifted his gaze to another person present, and the expert immediately stood up and took the subject.

"This is the case. We discovered a relic of the ancient Tiansu corner battlefield six months ago, and then we have been engaged in excavation and restoration work. Just last month, the relics were unearthed with very special cultural relics."

"Special artifacts?" The temperament can't help but repeat it.

"Yes, judging from the degree of weathering, the artifact has been around for thousands of years, but the strange thing is that it has a modern carving process. It is too contradictory between these two points."

The hurricane was silent for a long time before he asked, "What is it?"

The people in front of him let go one after another, revealing a glass stand at the end of the conference center, which quietly displayed something.

The hurricane slowly walked through the crowd's lane, just like the time of four thousand years, and walked to the people who thought about it.

The appearance of the cultural relics in the booth has been seriously corroded. It is barely recognizable that it is a dagger. The engraving pattern on the top is obscured by time, and the appearance of the past is long gone.

"I know that the real thing may not be clear. This is the restoration map we simulated with the most advanced instruments."

The expert turned on the projector, and a realistic 3D projection appeared in front of the hurricane. In order to make people see more clearly, the projection was still spinning at a slow speed.

The dagger is the dagger, the connection between the handle and the blade, and the image of Kui after being demobilized is vivid.

He and Ling Xiao came together because of Kui’s accident, so they chose Kui as the totem on each other’s daggers. They were engraved and engraved, and they could be tightly and seamlessly fastened together. Each one is unique. The world can no longer find their replicas.

He put his hand on the glass, and his eyes are the same as the old star-studded gaze of the royal family. The dynasty is changing the dynasty and changing the dynasty. The singularity of the singer will never be loved, and the cause and effect will be reincarnation.

But the people present did not see that look, because all the sorrows were perfectly hidden under the sunglasses, and only a slight trembling voice betrayed him.

"You just said that the time he speculated was...?"

The experts replied cautiously, "It was the ancient Tiansu period, about four thousand years ago."

There is no body in Tianshang, only the dagger never leaves, and when only the dagger exists, it is often a relic of a person. If it is really guessed, the meaning of it is already very clear.

The scene fell into a dead silence, including the hurricane, no one made any more noise. Everyone else turned helplessly to Fuxi, and Fuxi shook his head, saying that he could not help.

After a long time, the hurricane pulled out another dagger and silently placed it on the top of the glass cabinet. The people who were close to it saw it clearly. The pattern carved on it was the Yang version of the dagger in the restoration map. If it was not historical ruthlessness. Corrosion, they can be closely linked without gaps.

The dean of the museum thought that he would lend the dagger to the library for research and use, and thanked him. "Thank you for your support. When we have made a copy, we will return it..."

The hurricane interrupted him. "No need."

He paused and said, "Although it is not a cultural relic, but trouble you, let them be together."

Ignoring everyone's confused eyes, the hurricane left the conference hall, and Nie Yun felt that his move was a little bad, and he couldn't worry about the squatting sleeves.

Fuxi chased it out, "Hurricane!"

His voice echoed in the empty museum.

The hurricane turned and the expression under the cover of the sunglasses was forever shocked.

Fuxi came to him and couldn't find a flaw in such a hurricane.

"You..." He changed his mind and changed the question. "In theory, even if the dagger is a cultural relic, it is legally yours. Are you sure to donate a pair of capitals?" ”

"Yes," the hurricane replied calmly. "Ancient cultural relics need professional custody and cannot be done with my ability."

Fuxi does not believe, "Do you really think so?"

"If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Fuxi’s eyes watched him turn and left, and he couldn’t help but yell, “Hurricane, I want to remind you that you are in a state of dying, you can’t reincarnate.”

The hurricane actually stopped and asked him, "Do you think I will get a tie with people again?"

Fuxi was asked to have nothing to answer, and the hurricane continued. "In this case, what is the difference between the day and the day after tomorrow?"

He replied so straightforward that he confirmed that Fuxi was not a worry.

He thought that after nine years, the hurricane planted flowers every day to raise dogs, and that it was nothing to do, so that everyone could give up on him, but did not expect the hurricane to know that Ling Xiao’s survival was hopeless, and he decided to end his life for the first time. It is really a hateful itch.

"I tell you, like you, you won't even receive the temple!"

"But the temple is not the only channel, isn't it?"

The hurricane pressed the door of the elevator and shut the Fuxi out of the door. He directly pressed the first floor and gave the priest a call.

"I have already compiled the manuscripts of the plant illustrations, just on the table in my room, and I will ask you for the publication."

The hurricane has always been out, and the pastor has no doubt about it. "Okay, have you decided to travel temporarily?"

The number on the elevator jumped to one, and the hurricane went out. "Well, the little gray trouble you take care of."

"You don't have to be so polite, I will be optimistic not to let it run."

The hurricane hung up the phone and just got to the side of the car and received a call from the previous strange number.

"Sir, have you been to the museum? Because we are going to work soon, I want to confirm with you."

The hurricane only remembered that he had forgotten about it.

“No,” he replied. “I don’t need a parcel.”

"How can that be?" The opposite side said, "That may be sent to you by someone close to you."

The communicator was silent. "I have no close people."

Seeing that there seems to be a hang-up trend, the staff of the museum hurriedly stopped him. "You don't take a look, how do you know that it doesn't matter? This parcel has been waiting for you for ten years, so you just give it up, don't let it down. What is the heart of the person who sent it?"

The hurricane closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Well, you just said that you are on the floor?"

The staff at the souvenir center saw a person coming to see him from afar. He noticed the sunglasses on the man's face at first sight and couldn't help but look at it.

Because of their special eye structure, they can look at things in strong light and darkness, and they don't suffer from any eye diseases. Some researchers wear flat mirrors for recording data, while sunglasses used to block light are used. It is rarely worn, so it will attract people's attention.

However, because the eyes are covered, the employee can't judge his identity. He can only guess from the height that this is probably a deed.

"I came to pick up the parcel."

As soon as he spoke, the staff recognized it. "Is Mr. Hurricane? Your parcel is here, can you please sign me a word?"

The Hurricane handed down the name on the tablet and took the package from the other party. It was strange that someone would send something to him or sent it ten years ago.

"What is inside?" he asked casually.

“It’s a missstone,” the employee smiled. “This is a special service of our museum. It originated from the ancient artifacts that have been continuously discovered since the fourth millennium. Some people used the same handwriting to write the words that represent the thoughts on the stone. The millennium has never been interrupted. Although historians have not inferred how this is done, people have become accustomed to expressing their thoughts about their partners in this way."

When the hurricane introduced him, he unpacked the parcel, which contained a stone with a big palm and engraved text that he could not understand.

"What is this written on?"

“噢萨密素卡, in the ancient heavenly language, it stands for ‘I miss you’.”

"How do you know who sent this?"

"There is a card under the stone."

The hurricane picked up the stone according to what he said, but it was not the same thing that pressed a small card. The person who gave him the gift might have been in a hurry at the beginning, or maybe there was nothing to say at all. The message column was completely blank. I only signed a name on the grass.

After looking at the name above, the hurricane raised his head nervously. "You said that there are still many such stones? From four thousand years ago?"

"Hey, those are unearthed artifacts, your piece is a tourist..."

"Where are those stones?!"

Although the staff did not understand why he was excited, he still extended his right hand to the side. "The showcase is over there..."

When he hadn't finished speaking, he saw that the strange tourist had already rushed to the showcase, his hand pressed at the temple, and the sunglasses on his face disappeared.

The employee opened his mouth in surprise, and the apparently fully developed adult had a pair of smoky eyes.

He soon thought of a person, the only pair of spouses who had lifted the **** confinement all day long. After the news came out, the "adultness" of the whole country was sensational. Is it him?

The hurricane followed the thought stone four thousand years ago and looked down to the latest one, and each piece was repeatedly compared with the stone of the hand.

The same handwriting, constantly jumping in time and space, repeatedly telling the same sentence:

噢Sami Sukar. I miss you.

- He will wander in the cracks of time forever, until the soul of the time flies.

The hand of the hurricane clinging to the stone was a little trembling. The stone in front of him was estimated to be 30-40 years ago.

"He is still alive."

The hurricane shook his head in disbelief, and his face was filled with sorrow and joy.

"Ling Wei is still alive." 2k novel reading network