Tomb Raider: To protect the research, the school flowers are rolled up in the tomb

He Lianjing subconsciously looked at the other members of the archaeological team. Although the team members were looking at him curiously, they didn't intend to disturb him.

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

Xindao, I thought they were two people just now, but I didn't expect this wave to be due to my own small pattern.

He deliberately laughed out a very frivolous and somewhat arrogant voice, and said:

"Heh~ I won't tell you."

This sound made Ye Fan almost think that he was going to continue to say "you come and beg me" soon.

But He Lianjing didn't say that, but sounded very happy:

"Hang up."

Immediately, the private chat between the two ended.

Ye Fan glanced at Bingqiang inexplicably, thinking that He Lianjing's thoughts are really hard to guess.

It's harder to guess than the little brother who can't see it by looking at his face.

After all, the little brother can't see it, but He Lianjing has several layers.

At the same time, the members of the archaeological teams on both sides are all ready to take their positions.

Chapter 211 Wooden coffins everywhere, I am afraid the owner of the tomb is not a faint king

After the members of the archaeological teams on both sides reported that they were ready, they started their respective actions.

The ice wall was still playing its role, and not only did everyone no longer have to worry about their own safety, they even felt that the environment was more comfortable than the front hall and corridors before.

The comfortable environment made everyone feel very relaxed.

However, when they turned their heads and began to observe the surrounding environment with the help of the flashlight, the people on both sides all gasped involuntarily.

Zhang Qiang said on the team channel:

"Qiu team, what's the situation with you?"

Qiu Ning immediately answered:

"All are coffins!"

Zhang Qiang immediately said:

"It seems that the situation on both sides is the same."

The size of the burial chamber restricted the light of the flashlight.

Zhang Qiang frowned slightly. According to his past habit of escorting the archaeological team to the tomb, he would first arrange for his team members to light up the lamp trough in the tomb when the oxygen content allowed and the lamp oil was not poisonous.

Especially in such a large-scale tomb, the oxygen content must be allowed, and the best light source is the light trough that comes with it in the ancient tomb.

But now, he didn't dare to rashly arrange the team members to do such a thing.

There seemed to be pairs of resentful eyes on the bronze wall behind him, making his back chill.

I don't know if there are any other mysteries on the other three walls, and from the blurry images illuminated by the flashlight, he hasn't found a regular light slot for the time being.

Just when Zhang Qiang was a little confused, three very coherent gunshots suddenly came out from his communication equipment and on the opposite side of the ice wall.

Zhang Qiang immediately looked at the face-to-face screen in the live broadcast equipment nervously, and asked in the communication equipment:

"What happened on the other side?"

He Lianjing's voice answered him:

"It's okay, I'll turn on the light."

"On your side, the little leaves will also bloom."

As soon as He Lianjing finished speaking, the tomb room where Zhang Qiang was located lit up instantly.

The fire light came from above their heads.

Zhang Qiang immediately raised his head and looked in the direction of the light source.

I saw that on the top of the tomb, it was in the shape of a zigzag, and there were countless circles of coherent light grooves hanging from the big mouth to the small mouth, and bright orange flames danced inside.

The owner of the tomb was very generous in the design of the light trough, the light trough itself was designed to be very wide, and the gaps seen in each circle of the light trough are not as wide as the light trough itself.

The entire huge tomb was illuminated by orange fire.

Hei Xiong stood beside Zhang Qiang and said with emotion:

"Why are these lamp troughs on the roof? The tomb owner's ideas are quite avant-garde."

"How did Brother Xiaoye find out?"

Suddenly, he realized something again, and he was even more puzzled and shocked:

"Wait, what did little brother Xiaoye do? We didn't hear any shooting from our side."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Ye Fan who was holding his hands behind his back and only showing them a back view.

"I didn't do anything, I don't know anything" was written all over that back.

If He Lianjing hadn't said just now, just looking at this back, they would never have thought that these lamp slots were actually lit by Ye Fan.

At the same time, Ye Fan's mind was playing He Lianjing in a loop:

Listen to me, thank you, because of you, the four seasons are warm.

Flicking away, the initial plan to hide merit and fame was shattered by He Lianjing's two sentences.

Ye Fan only felt that those three sounds were not gunshots, but his own innocent and broken voices.

Beside him, Liu Bowen leaned over with his head probing, and the dog looked behind him furiously.

But Ye Fan had both hands behind his back, Liu Bowen couldn't see why, so he boldly said:

"Brother, give me your hand."

So, the "Listen to me thank you" that had already washed Ye Fan's brain was replaced by the once popular "give me your hand" on a certain music.

Ye Fan sighed in his heart, rejected Liu Bowen's invitation, pointed to him in the direction of the bronze wall, and said:

"Get it yourself."

Liu Bowen looked at the bronze wall suspiciously:

"Huh? Brother, what do you want me to get..."

Ye Fan also looked back, remembering that the door handle was on Zhang Qiling's side, and added:

"Ask my brother to ask for it, it's over there."

Liu Bowen suddenly realized that the elder brother was playing with a homophonic stalk!

But in this tone, how did Liu Bowen substitute "ask your mother for it".

After having such an illusion, Liu Bowen suddenly felt like that cheap son, the parents are true love, and the child is the kind of accident.

Liu Bowen smiled embarrassingly, but didn't get the result he wanted, so he secretly glanced at Ye Fan's hands again.

One of Ye Fan's hands held the other slightly. Although he didn't open it, it was obvious that there was nothing inside. .

When Liu Bowen observed what was in Ye Fan's hand, the attention of the members of the archaeological team was all attracted by the illuminated environment of the tomb.

In the team they were in, and in the communication equipment, there were gasps and sighs of emotion.

"It's really a coffin!"

"There are too many coffins! How many people have to die!"

I saw that this tomb room was very large, two circles larger than the huge front hall they had stayed in before.

It's even so big that it's hard to imagine that this is a tomb.

And in such a very grand tomb, there is nothing else besides the densely packed coffins placed in a mess!

The number of coffins is very large, and even a large area has been reduced to the volume of a hill.

These coffins are all ordinary wooden coffins, and the coffins under the pressure have been a little overwhelmed and shattered into a pile of tattered wooden boards.

And the corpse inside may have also been buried under this piece of wood, without any trace.

The strange thing is that so many coffins are placed in this tomb, but there is no rotten smell in the tomb.

The members of the archaeological team walked carefully, their eyes fixed on the surrounding coffins, unable to get up and down.

Zhao Zeming said:

"My God, how many dead people are there in this underwater tomb!"

"This must be the coffin with the most dead people we have encountered."

Liu Bowen counted bit by bit with his head, first one, two, three, four, five, six, seven to ten.

After visually measuring the area occupied by the ten coffins, he began to visually measure a hundred in units of ten.

Then, according to the scriptures, he counted one thousand out of one hundred.

Just when he wanted to make a bold guess with the unit of thousands, he suddenly felt a numbness in his scalp, shrugged his shoulders, and said:

"There must be at least two or three thousand here."

Liu Bowen went through the procedure of snapping fingers and said:

"In addition to what we met before, there must be Xiao Wanba's dead person in this tomb!"

"I'm afraid the owner of this tomb is not a big fool."

Chapter 212 One sentence, a qualitative change in the master-student relationship

however.

Although the number of these ordinary coffins has reached a shocking level, it is not these ordinary coffins that attract everyone's attention the most.

At the front of the tomb, there is a huge bronze coffin standing in the middle of the tomb in a way that stands out from the crowd.

This bronze coffin is about three meters high, and the exposed part is two meters wide.

There was something engraved on the erected coffin lid. At this distance, the members of the archaeological team could only confirm that the engraved figure was probably a person.

What shocked everyone the most was that the bronze coffin was really in the middle of the tomb.

The invisible wall, the wall that has been covered by a thick layer of ice at this time, seems to have passed through this bronze coffin!

This huge bronze coffin stands here, as if it is a wardrobe standing here.

Obviously, this bronze coffin is the protagonist of this tomb.

However, if they wanted to see the specific appearance of this bronze coffin, members of the archaeological team had to pass through the densely packed ordinary coffins in front of the bronze coffin, which almost had nowhere to go.

Bai Changming took a deep breath, and first looked at the current situation of the Southwest official archaeological team on the opposite side of the live broadcast device.

I saw that there were also coffins that could hardly be counted with the naked eye in the picture, and the members of the archaeological team all had expressions of astonishment on their faces.

Mo Hongxuan's voice came from the communication device:

"Old Bai, I think we should first calculate the number of these wooden coffins and get an accurate figure first?"

"Brother Zhang and Mr. Helian also mean the same thing. You can start with these small coffins."

"Besides, I'm also worried that if there is a sudden change, it will affect the layout of the coffins here, and we won't be able to get first-hand data."

Mo Hongxuan's proposal was also Bai Changming's idea, but Ye Fan was on his side, so Bai Changming subconsciously looked in Ye Fan's direction.

Anyway, he still felt that Ye Fan was the expert here.

So Ye Fan's opinion must be the most important.

However, when he turned his head to look at Ye Fan, he found that Ye Fan's eyes were still on the huge bronze coffin.

He immediately said to Mo Hongxuan in the communication device:

"Wait a minute."

He looked at the expression on Ye Fan's face. Ye Fan seemed to care more about the bronze coffin than they did.

It was as if Ye Fan saw something on the coffin that he knew but surprised him.

Bai Changming walked quickly to Ye Fan's side, and whispered nervously: