Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

My teacher was my first teacher of literature. He was well-known in the literary world and famous for writing biographies.He often said that biographies should be like some historians in ancient times, who were not afraid of power and dared to write facts, so that future generations would not be misled by people.

But also because of his personality, he was excluded. Dozens of tutors in the school did not get the best placement because he was the oldest and most famous. In our department, his classes were hardly accepted by any students Welcome, everyone thinks he has a weird temper and is very strict with his courses. It must be very difficult to take his courses.

At the beginning, I didn’t want to take his class either, because my favorite genre was popular novels, which were more relaxed and comfortable, and could be edited as I liked, unlike the general history of biographies of characters, which pursue rigorous and rigid, real and vivid but no fun.

At that time, I signed up late and there were no other classes, so the teaching office forced me into the teacher's class. Even though there were only a few people sitting under each class, the teacher was still full of energy and earnestly taught. In his own words, he really loves this podium and the major he is good at.

Once a naughty boy wanted to annoy the teacher intentionally, so he hid his precious ancient-style reference book under the cabinet next to the podium. The teacher was sweating profusely and looked around for it. This appearance actually laughed shamelessly.

I really couldn't see it, so I took out the book and returned it to the teacher. I offended the only few students in the class for this, and spent almost a few years in college because no one wanted to talk to me anymore. I don't think so.Later, the few remaining people transferred classes one after another due to their relationship. In the end, I was the only student left in the teacher’s class, so I couldn’t just teach me alone, so the school found an excuse to make the teacher withdraw and hang up. Even if he is a part-time job, the teacher is also willing to accept it, because it will give him more time to complete his creation.

Sometimes when the teacher is writing something, I will also help to find information, but in fact he does not understand the core content, and he never tells me more. For this reason, I am secretly unhappy, probably because he does not trust me Woolen cloth.After the teacher had an accident, I realized that this was also a way to protect me, but I didn't realize it at the time.

The teacher was only found a week after his death. The body was already decomposed. It was the neighbor who smelled the smell and called the police.The teacher's lover has been dead for more than ten years, and he usually lives alone. I advised him to find another teacher's wife, but his face darkened, saying that he had a deep love for his teacher's wife, and this love can only be relieved by death. I think He is so affectionate, it's hard to say anything.

After the teacher gave me the USB flash drive, there was no further news. During the period, I called his home, but the line was busy every time. I thought it must be too busy to be separated, so I stopped bothering him until the police called me a week later. The Public Security Bureau took notes, and I looked at the photos, which were taken after the death of the teacher. It was said that the possibility of suicide by hanging was the greatest.He was hung behind the shower curtain in the bathroom. I can't imagine what kind of painful experience the teacher had to go through before he passed away unwillingly.

The police asked me if I had noticed that the teacher was suffering from depression. I said no, and I had never seen him take similar medicines.In the end, after checking and checking, they couldn't find anything, so they ended up committing suicide.

After the teacher died, I originally wanted to hand over the USB flash drive that the teacher gave me to the police, but I was shocked when I saw the contents inside, so I realized that even if I handed it in, it would be useless. This person's status is too high. Almost as far as the eye could see, no one in Hangzhou dared to touch him, and about the bad things he did, ten deaths would not be enough. Without evidence, the police would not file a case. No one will reverse the case for the teacher anymore, so I decided to keep it by myself and slowly find clues. I secretly made up my mind not to let the teacher die in vain.

I have a spare key at the teacher's house. Even if he dies, I will go to his house to clean it when I have time. His children are all abroad, and he left in a hurry after finishing the matter. The photo of the teacher is placed next to his wife, and now they are finally together, smiling serenely.I couldn't help feeling sad when I saw it. His neighbors moved out because of fear, and the remaining households were also terrified. They thought it was strange for me to frequent his house, so they shunned me, and I didn't bother to pay attention to their strange eyes. .

Why did the teacher choose to hang himself behind the shower curtain? I looked at the bathroom and sighed suspiciously. I picked up the brush and wanted to brush the floor. Suddenly, a ball of white powder sat on the bottom of the sink and caught my attention. I smelled it a little bit. It smelled like melted pills. The police once said that the teacher was suffering from depression. There was a record of prescribing the medicine in the No. [-] Hospital, but no similar pills were found after searching the whole house. When it got even more suspicious, I found a knife and carefully scraped the powder onto a piece of paper to wrap it up.

Later, the entrusted person did a test at the laboratory department of the city hospital and found out that it was an imported drug called AM73500, a drug that was more powerful than morphine. It first relieved pain, and then caused people to hallucinate.If the teacher really took this kind of medicine, it is reasonable to lose control and do things that hurt himself.

When I saw the inspection report, I felt chills all over my body, because I firmly believed that the teacher himself would not take this kind of medicine at all, and I would never forgive the bastard who gave him this kind of medicine.When I packed up the materials and was about to go to the First Hospital to investigate again, the doorbell rang suddenly. When I opened the door, I found that the courier delivered a package at the door, and ran away without waiting for the receipt. I was so irresponsible. I scolded , picked up the box on the ground, wondering in my heart that I haven’t bought anything recently!I took it into the room and put it on the table. I found a pair of scissors and was about to cut off the tape on the box when I felt a cold sensation on my feet, as if some liquid was dripping on my toes. I saw that it was bright red blood. Lifting up the bottom of the box, I realized that the bottom of the box had turned jet black at some point, and it was completely soaked. It seemed that the blood came from the box. I screamed in fright and threw the box and fell to the ground. .

God, what the hell is that?I gave myself the courage to cut open the box with trembling hands. The box was filled with a strong smell of blood. Inside was a still warm dead pigeon. It stared at me with half-drowsy eyes, as if telling its death. At the bottom of the box, there was a piece of blood-stained paper on which it was written: "Investigate Yu Qian's death again, this pigeon will be your fate."

Yu Qian is my teacher's name, but he was found out, and I couldn't help but sneer in my heart: "I found out so quickly, and you still use this kind of rotten trick to threaten me." Angrily holding back the nausea, I crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash can As for the pigeon, I don’t know how to deal with it, so I threw it out from the window sill by an unscrupulous citizen. The person who delivered the things must be watching nearby, and he will clean it up, although he may want to jump off the window sill. it's me.Maybe ordinary girls would be extremely scared when they encountered this, and I was indeed scared to death, but I still held back my tears, thinking that I couldn't cry, because crying would be too useless.It took a while to slow down, swallowed, and thought to myself, "Damn you, if you do this, aren't you afraid that I will disclose all the information in my hand?" It seems that I must give a proper counterattack and let you know that Xiao Women are not easy to mess with.

So I sent an e-mail to the editor-in-chief of the publishing house I worked with before, asking him if he was interested in serializing Master Yu Qian’s posthumous works. I first sent him an outline, and he replied immediately. Give me the space of the page, and ask to mark the posthumous work of Teacher Yu Qian as a gimmick and publish it in the name of my student. I said no problem, I will post two chapters first and one chapter a week, and I will send it to your email on time. , he readily agreed.

I closed the computer and started to pack my things. My home is no longer safe. Where can I go if the whole of Hangzhou is so big?I might as well stay in my hometown for a while. Publishing the teacher’s manuscript is just a shock to teach him a little lesson, but it may also arouse his cruel revenge. I know that my actions may be too impulsive, but I am already mad at the moment, and I can’t control it There are so many, if I don't fight back, maybe one day I will die inexplicably, and no one will think that it has anything to do with him.I simply tore my face apart, and I hid back to fight you slowly.

Thinking about it, I drove out of Hangzhou overnight and went straight to the expressway. I stopped two or three times on the road to refuel and rest. When the car was passive, I didn’t feel it at all. This is his scary thing. Maybe his power has long been Across provinces and cities, I can't imagine how big it is.

Then there was a car accident at a highway intersection in front of Nu Autonomous County. Fortunately, it was very close to home, and nothing serious happened.I don't know if his people will chase him home.

I stared at the computer screen in a daze, and suddenly there was a "shock" sound behind me.

I looked back and saw that the mummy lying on the bed had woken up. I saw that he probably wanted to get the water on the table, and his fingers were all wrapped by me.I can't help feeling amused.Why is this person so strange? You can see that people won't hum, so you have to be brave!