[After that, I printed the map on paper, but I couldn’t find the exit and had no way to get out. It had been sealed for so long, and people outside might have thought I was dead... When I was in despair, Yang Daguan came back.

I knew I would never be able to get out, so I handed the fragments of the mural to Yang Daguan and asked him to take these priceless treasures back to the organization.

Yang Daguan gave me food and water and planned to dig a passage with me. We were going to transport a set of thunder-listening equipment and write a paper. After finding Leicheng, we would make major discoveries in the history of archaeology and we would definitely make huge contributions.

I'm not hallucinating, this is real! 】

Chi Gu glanced at Zhang Qiling and then at Wu Xie: "Um...what is a thesis? Is it so hard to write one?"

The fat man waved his hands: "Oh, it's just an assignment! These good students are just crazy. I think it's reasonable as long as they do it for money!"

Wu Xie rolled his eyes at him and said, "Fatty! What do you know? This is because they are dedicated to their work and their faith in our industry! They are not like you, who only care about money every day! That's why they became archaeologists, and you? You became a tomb robber."

"Hey! Who is the thief? It's the tomb-raiding lieutenant!" The fat man said proudly as he touched the necklace.

Liu Sang didn’t really understand: “But he didn’t become someone who made major discoveries in archaeological history. Instead, he became a madman.”

Wuxie was choked by what he said.

Fatty: "Okay, let's draw conclusions, everyone? Let me speak first...

Now we are faced with several big questions. First, why did Yang Daguang die in the weather station? Why were the archaeological findings buried in his home?

Second, Mu Xuehai and Yang Daguang went out together but did not find Leicheng. Mu Xuehai went crazy and did not set up an archaeological team or hand in the results to the country. What exactly happened?

Third, your third uncle was the only one missing in the entire archaeological team, and he hasn’t shown up yet. So where did your third uncle go?”

Wu Xie looked at the fat man with a bad expression: "What do you mean?"

The fat man stood up and walked in front of him: "Don't worry, let's continue analyzing.

When we found Yang Daguang, he was surrounded by tapes, which means he was listening to thunder at this time before his death.

So is it possible that he and Mu Xuehai brought the thunder-listening device to the Yang family's treasure cave and used it to listen to thunder?"

Wuxie: "What do you mean?"

The fat man sighed: "This is a fill-in-the-blank question. It could be thunder or it could be man-made. Mu Xuehai went crazy, no one could understand the map, and there was no way to complete the paper, so...he asked your third uncle to help crack the map! In the end, Yang Daguang died, and your third uncle went to Leicheng alone, but he also died on the way!"

"Impossible!" Wu Xie stood up suddenly: "My Third Uncle is not that kind of person!

There were clear signs that Yang Daguang was the only one living in the secret room of the weather station. The truth must be... Uncle San found Yang Daguang and discovered that he was already dead, so he put clothes on him.

My uncle has faith! He always told me that as many people as we have coming down must go up, and he will never betray his team members! He will not hide the cultural relics! Your inference just now is a prejudice against the archaeological team.

Third uncle...are you dead or not..."

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