Female President's Protector

Inner Mongolia, ***********, Bureau of Cultural Relics.

At this time, a particularly strange sight appeared at the door.

Headed by Bao Bei, people from Guoan, Xuanyuan Xiaohan, Huang Biao and others stood there.

Especially the people from Guoan, with their heads held high, made people from the Bureau of Cultural Relics look sideways. Everyone was wondering if a big leader was coming, and these people were welcoming them.

Seeing this situation, although many people from the Bureau of Cultural Relics were puzzled, they also came out to accompany them.

After all, now is a critical moment. Since the discovery of this batch of cultural relics, various leaders have also appeared here, appearing in an endless stream, making them feel very tired.

"Will the big leader come?"

"Big leader?"

"Yeah, looking at this battle, it seems like it came from 'heaven'."

"No way, is this batch of cultural relics so important?"

Everyone stood there whispering, talking about something.

After a long time, there was a sound of hoofbeats.

Then a horse neighing was heard.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a young man helping a woman who was too beautiful to get off the horse.

Seeing this, the people from the Bureau of Cultural Relics were very puzzled.

Didn't they say they came from heaven?

Why are there two young people?

"Young Master Zhang!"

Bao Bei hurried over to help Zhang Yi lead the horse, and said with a smile, "How about it, how about riding the horse all the way here?"

Zhang Yi smiled, and said softly: "It's okay on the grassland, but on the road, those people and cars will look at us annoyed!"

"Haha!" Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Bao Bei couldn't help laughing out loud. He suddenly felt that getting along with Zhang Yi was actually not difficult.

He was still uneasy when he received the order from the chief. Is Crazy Zhang easy to get along with?

But after getting along with him, he realized that not only did Zhang Yi not have the arrogance of a family member, but he was also approachable, and he was not as scary as the rumors said.

Of course, he also knew that this was the case without angering Zhang Yi.

If that young man had played Luo Qingcheng's idea, this lunatic Zhang would probably be completely furious.

According to Yanjing's rumors, when the lunatic got angry, his blood was as low as three feet.

Many things are by no means accidental, not groundless.

With emotion in his heart, Bao Bei said with a smile: "Fortunately, in Inner Mongolia, these people are commonplace. If you rode around on a horse in Yanjing, some people would really think you were crazy."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi's mouth twitched slightly, he shrugged and said, "Let's go, take a look at the rumored Matouqin."

"Director Bao, who are these two?" The Director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics came to Zhang Yi slowly and asked in puzzlement.

"The ones sent by the higher authorities to investigate the cultural relics cases are also people who deal with the Catholic Church." Bao Bei simply said, but he didn't say much about Zhang Yi's identity.

Matouqin is a two-stringed musical instrument in Mongolian folk. It has a trapezoidal body and a handle carved in the shape of a horse's head. It is a favorite instrument of the Mongolian people.

According to legend, a herdsman remembered the dead pony, and took its leg bones as pillars, skulls as cylinders, and tail hairs as bow strings to make a two-stringed harp, and carved a horse head on the top of the handle according to the appearance of a pony, so it was name.

Matouqin is one of the most common musical instruments in Mongolia.

But at this time, the one in front of Zhang Yi and the others, because it was unearthed in this batch of cultural relics, was taken seriously and brought back here.

But what they didn't expect was that this matouqin had such a powerful aura, and the Catholics were watching it, so the people from the Bureau of Cultural Relics invited people from Guoan to protect this batch of cultural relics.

After all, the matter concerns Catholicism abroad, so they can only ask Guoan to resolve the matter.

Zhang Yi and others came to a display cabinet made of glass, and the so-called matouqin stayed quietly in the cabinet.

"Zhang Shao..."

Seeing that the Director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics hesitated to speak, Zhang Yi shrugged and said calmly, "Is there anything important to say."

"One of our colleagues went missing last night!"

"Ok?"

"He forgot to bring his keys when he got off work, so he came back to get the keys after [-] o'clock in the evening. When the colleagues on the national security patrol found that he was missing, it was already early in the morning."

"Did he come here?" Zhang Yi suddenly thought of something, and asked with a frown.

The director was stunned for a moment, his eyes were full of shock, and he nodded solemnly: "That's right, according to the surveillance, he did pass by here, and when he passed, he came to see the matouqin."

"Where did it disappear?"

"office!"

Zhang Yi was stunned. After passing here, why did he disappear in the office?

If Matouqin was really weird, wouldn't it have disappeared on the spot?

"Is there anyone else with special circumstances?" Zhang Yi asked, looking at Matouqin who had been staying there quietly.

"No, it's just that the person disappeared, and nothing else happened!" The director said with fear on his face. He has studied cultural relics for at least half his life, but he has never seen such a situation. Looked at this piano for a few times, and then disappeared out of thin air?

It was too unbelievable.

No wonder a mere matouqin has alarmed the Catholic Church.

However, because of the disappearance of that colleague, the expert leaders of the Bureau of Cultural Relics and all the colleagues were filled with a sense of fear.

If this violin is here all the time, will there be a second person missing the second time?

And the second person, will it be me?

So people who work here can't help but tremble with fear.

Zhang Yi nodded slowly, staring at Matouqin with dark eyes, and his spiritual consciousness instantly spread out.

Through the glass, the spiritual consciousness directly entered the inside of the matouqin.

"..."

Zhang Yi's complexion changed drastically.

When his spiritual sense entered the matouqin, he obviously felt a resisting force trying to swallow his own energy.

"What's the matter?" Seeing this, Luo Qingcheng frowned slightly and asked.

Zhang Yi shook his head slightly, his cold eyes narrowed, and then slowly closed.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Zhang Yi's eyes opened, and two scarlet rays of cold light burst out instantly.

He stared straight at the motouqin in the glass display case, and observed the interior of the motouqin through the perspective eye.

But helplessly, there is nothing inside, and it is no longer normal.

Zhang Yi was full of doubts.

Since there is nothing inside, why does it have the power to bounce back its own spiritual consciousness?

Even if it was a magic weapon, it wouldn't be so powerful, right?

He had only seen this level of strength in one magic weapon, and that was the sword of the gods given to him by the ring spirits.

But that is the sword of the gods, and the matouqin is just one of the most common musical instruments in Mongolia, there is no comparison between the two.

"Director, the Catholics are making trouble again!" At this moment, a person from Guoan hurriedly came to Bao Bei and said.