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Facing such a godly person, it was impossible for me to not be excited. Professor Song had rimless glasses on his face, and his hair was combed to the sides with white silk. Song Ping's face was very similar to his.

He looked at us strangely, then said, "If you have any questions, ask them now. I have other things to do later." His attitude was both sharp and direct.

I don't know what to ask.

Song Ping looked at me and said impatiently, "Elder Li said that we are the next generation. Dad, what exactly do you mean by that next generation?!"

Professor Song placed the glass of water on the table and rubbed the tip of his nose with a face full of fatigue. He looked at the two of us and said, "Both of you, parents are in the same line of work. How much do you know about it?"

Song Ping and I looked at each other. Song Ping said, "It's hard to say. Dad, which aspect are you talking about?"

"Let's put it this way," he said, "You guys aren't new people anymore, so you should have some common sense. But what I want to tell you now is that your common sense applies to only one place — the tomb. "

"As the saying goes, above and below the ground, there are two separate worlds. The thoughts of our ancestors were not always dead. As you all know, in ancient times, when people paid attention to the Heaven and Earth, whether it was Daoism or other doctrines, they could never escape death. So where do people go when they die? Heaven and earth. With the technology of the time, the heavens could not reach the earth, and the earth could still go down.

"When a person falls back to their roots, they will be buried underground. Most people don't always fear death. The respect towards the earth had never ceased since ancient times. I say all this nonsense just to tell you — that underground is a world of its own. "

A world of its own? I felt my heart beating rapidly, as if it was going to jump out of my chest.

"The subterranean world is a world of its own. It has nothing to do with theism, nor can it really be a world. This so-called world refers to the buildings that people imagine and build that are equivalent to the surface of the earth. "I've never experienced peace. This shouldn't be the first time for a leftist." His eyes swept over them in a probing manner.

I nodded my head. All of the elders I met seemed to understand my identity and the things I had experienced so well. I didn't know how they came to understand it so well.

"Actually, it should have been Elder He's grandson listening in, but you are the same. Even if it's not me, I will find out sooner or later. People are building underground, but it's not as easy as it is on the ground. After all, there are only a few large-scale underground buildings, but we don't know about them. There were many reasons for the construction of these underground buildings. The most common type of building was the offering, the product of religious worship. A religion with a great deal of manpower and material resources must have considerable information, whether about the development of its religion itself, its teachings, or the times of its development, it must have stored.

"The war on the surface cannot destroy the wisdom on the ground. What we need to find is the 'wisdom' hiding in those underground buildings." Professor Song said, "There's no need to let the entire country know about this. You all know about it." "At the same time, the unceasing occurrence of strange situations underground also needs to be kept a secret."

We couldn't help but nod our heads, admitting this fact.

"The main point is here. You can take some notes."

"…"

"…"

"But the information has to be obtained by someone?" Relying on who? By people who are more familiar with history and underground work. Just a batch? No, a lot, a lot of different ages. For example, Elder Zuo or Elder Li, the people chosen and their descendants. "

Boom!" A clap of thunder struck my ear.

No wonder... I say, how could there be such a coincidence? It's not a coincidence at all.

What do you mean the same situation as Wei Yuting? My grandfather never told me about it because of the confidentiality agreement!

Professor Song paused for a moment. I am sure that my face must be very ugly right now. He took out two leather bags and two black pens from his bag. "If there's no problem, we'll sign it."

I took it and untied the rope. The numbers and four large words on the cover of the document entered my sight. The entire document seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. My hands were pressed so hard that I couldn't lift it.

I took a deep breath, flipped to the last page, and signed my name. I looked at the page from the beginning, and Professor Song looked at me with a strange expression. I could only smile wryly in my heart.

Anyway, they were all on the boat, what could they do other than sign? He had undoubtedly told us what we should not have heard. Besides accepting, what else could we do?

Song Ping was much more cautious than me. As he flipped through the pages, his face slowly turned pale before finally signing his name with trembling hands.

Professor Song took back the two pieces of paper, his expression relaxing a lot. "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

I shook my head. To ask a question in exchange for a confidential document, this question was too valuable. Song Ping, on the other hand, asked his father curiously, "What is a corpse puppet? What was the mutated bug beast that we met before? "

Song Ping didn't hear Old Song's earlier explanation. At that time, he was trying to prove to us the extent of his inferiority. Professor Song explained the former and I was also very interested in the latter. I heard him say, "Living environments are different, so naturally they look different."

The corner of my mouth couldn't help but twitch as I thought to myself, Your words are rather fluent now.

I believe that the confidential contracts that I signed these few months were more than the names that I volunteered to write before the college entrance examination. Actually, I have a lot of questions I would like to ask Professor Song, but after all, they are not in the same unit, the confidentiality agreement makes me unable to open my mouth.

My question was about the so-called Mayan stone.

It was already noon after Professor Song left. Neither Song Ping nor I went to the cafeteria in a trance. He had slept under the blanket, so he must be feeling extremely sleepy. I closed my eyes and thought about myself.

The contract was different this time. At the time of signing that event, I noticed that while the term of confidentiality was life long, the duration of the operation was limited. But this was different, including actions that lasted for life.

Sigh!

After that, it was all about waiting, waiting for my foot to heal, or maybe even waiting for me to get down and walk. I spent five days trying to contact Wei Yuting. In the first three days, I tried to contact her, but after confirming that her phone was off, I couldn't help feeling anxious.

What do you mean there was no news from that side? There was news from Elder Li's side, but it was not very optimistic. Uncle Zhang's group had already been inside for three days, and the food they brought wasn't enough. Elder Li went in the afternoon of the second day. Even now, he did not come out. Similarly, there was no news of him at all.

It must be a lie to say that I'm not anxious, but it's useless to be anxious right now. I can't even leave the room without turning in, let alone going to look for them. I didn't have any contact information for Achilles and Exulliva, and there was no other way to contact them apart from walking around in the hospital ward.

Song Ping injured his hand, so he left the hospital earlier than me. He didn't come back, either, but was taken home by his father to rest, leaving me alone to brush my cell phone, and occasionally to come to the hospital for a chat.

These few days passed by very quickly, but it was also very slow and torturous.

Song Ping knew my discharge time, so he came to the camp with me. This time, it was his father who drove the car, and when the three of them arrived, Elder Li was sitting upright and staring at the entrance. When he heard the sound of the car and noticed that we had arrived, his expression became a little better.

"Are you here?" Professor Song said, "He didn't go in?"

"Song Zi is here." Elder Li shook his head.

Song Zi was probably talking about Old Song. According to his age, Old Song should only be around 40 years old. In that case, why was he in the same generation as Old Li? It's the same group?

While I was thinking, Song Ping and his father had already packed up the supplies and prepared to enter. Song Ping had one hand on his arm, but even so, it was much easier than me. I practically hopped over to Old Li's side and sat down.

Everyone has been inside for five days … Five days...

Elder Li's expression was ugly, but he wasn't worried. He didn't seem to be looking for help from the higher ups either. It seemed that from the perspective of this old man from two generations ago, things weren't as bad as they seemed.

Song Ping and his son entered it, and I could only cheer for them in my heart. Now I go in, not to help, but to be a burden.

Perhaps it was because there was a living person sitting next to him, but Elder Li's expression wasn't as bad as it was in the beginning. Holding his teapot, he occasionally took a few sips, then turned around to look at me and said, "I know you have a lot of questions about the Maya Project, right? You can't find anyone to ask, can you? You're worried about the He family's kid and the Wei family's girl, right? "

These three sentences almost stunned me. I nodded my head repeatedly. From these three sentences, I could tell that Elder Li was one of them. I asked, "So what happened with Wei Yuting?" "He's alive." "Alive?" The personal equipment given to them has skin sensors in it, and their skin is still alive. " That is, people are still alive.

The word "skin is still alive" startled me. I thanked Elder Li and asked, "Can I ask you a few questions?" Sure, "Elder Li said flatly, then he glanced at me and sighed." What a pity … "What a pity …" Unfortunately, he didn't say anything. I could tell from his expression that even if he asked, he wouldn't get an answer, so I threw the question mark out of my mind and picked the question I was most curious about: "Old Song and Uncle Zhang, are you tomb robbers?"

When Elder Li heard this, his expression stiffened. There was shock in his eyes as he looked at me. His serious expression softened slightly. "You guessed it, right? Actually, it's not quite right. Song Zi isn't it. That Zhang guy, hmph! "

I thought to myself, "Then do you know what Old Song's occupation is? Why do you know so much about the following? "

Elder Li suddenly smiled. "Don't tell me you don't know."

"Chase away the corpses?"

"Heh, you brat."

"Then why …?" That's where I'm most curious.

"You want to hear it?"

"Yes, yes."

"We'll talk about it later!"

"…"

Seeing that my face was downcast, Elder Li's expression didn't change. The wrinkles that were hard to break down. He looked at me and said, "What did you meet earlier? Tell me."

What Elder Li wants to hear is the part where Elder Song intervenes, I told him bit by bit. His expression turned very strange when he heard that Song Ping was so despicable. He said that he shouldn't have done it and just stared at me in bewilderment.

After half a day, there was finally movement from within the mountain. I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. I sat on the bench outside and stared blankly at the mountain. There was a sudden sound, a muffled boom, and my eyes seemed to tremble.

I looked at the surface of the mountain in shock. Everything was calm, as if what I saw was just my imagination.

Following that was another loud sound!

My heart leapt! This! This!

There was an explosion inside!

What should we do with the people inside!?

While I was still in shock, my heart jumped. I felt a burst of fear and that muffled sound shook Elder Li. From inside, there was a rustling sound. Then, he lifted the curtain and asked, "What happened?"

"It exploded."

Elder Li collapsed onto the ground. I helped him to the stool and drank some more water. He muttered, "He really is not a good person …" "Sigh …"

My mind jolted and I suddenly thought of a person. "Old Li, where is Old Hu?"

Old man Hu is another of the two old men leading the team. I haven't seen him yet. Elder Li let out a long sigh and said, "He's also inside."

It's over.

I went inside to get a blanket for Elder Li to cover himself. He was unwilling to go back no matter what, so he could only look at the hole and pray.

People, don't let anything happen to you …