Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

"Professor Zhang is overworked and needs a good rest. Please don't disturb him."

I made up an excuse to fool my grandfather.

After coaxing grandpa to continue resting in bed, I took Cui Hao out of the ward.

I have made my decision.

Whether it is to send grandpa to Hong Kong for medical treatment or to break the curse in Professor Zhang, he has to go to the tomb of the king of Bi State.

Given the dangers in the tomb, it is necessary to be fully prepared.

"Haozi, go find Boss Dong and ask him to help prepare something."

"What are you preparing?"

"Flashlight, mining lamp, dust mask..."

Light source is very important for tomb robbers.

At that time, head-mounted mining lamps were not something that ordinary people could buy, and dust-proof breathing masks were even rarer.

Considering that the tomb of the king of Bi State is a fire cave, firelight cannot be used for lighting.

Moreover, there may be toxic gases in the tomb, so a dust-proof breathing mask can be of some help.

In fact, a gas mask is best.

But at that time, even if Boss Dong had great powers, it would be difficult to get that thing in a short time.

The only option is to use a dust respirator instead.

Cui Hao's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Brother, do you want to go to the tomb?"

"Where are we going to rob tombs this time?"

I shook my head: "Let's prepare first. I'll decide the details once I've thought it through."

"Okay, I'll go then."

Cui Hao ran out like a happy colt.

I spoke to the nurses and asked them to take better care of grandpa.

The nurse kindly agreed.

I came to Professor Zhang's ward again.

The ward was full of people.

Director Ma of the History Department of Northwestern University came to visit Professor Zhang with his colleagues.

A lot of polite words were said.

When asked about the specific circumstances of Professor Zhang's accident, Director Ma shook his head.

“Local authorities are vague.”

“Although I asked further, I still couldn’t get a clear answer.”

"This matter is difficult to investigate."

After a while, Director Ma and others said goodbye.

Zhang Nan walked them out of the ward.

I took the opportunity to step forward and said, "Director Ma, can I ask you a question?"

"Ah you are……"

Director Ma looked at me in confusion.

Zhang Nan immediately explained that I was Professor Zhang’s former student.

"Oh, then ask."

"Have you done any research on the State of Bi during the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

Director Ma's eyes lit up.

He studies pre-Qin history, and my question just hit the spot for him.

“Of course there are studies.”

"The first ruler of the State of Bi, Duke Bi Ji Gao, was the fifteenth son of King Wen of Zhou."

"The Book of Documents records that when Xibo conquered the Li Kingdom, it was King Wu of Zhou who sent Duke Bi Ji Gao to lead the army to conquer the Li Kingdom. Therefore, he was also an important general in the early Western Zhou Dynasty..."

Director Ma spoke eloquently and incessantly.

From the establishment of the State of Bi, it tells the story until the descendants of Bi Gong were granted the former land of the State of Li, and established the State of Zhongshan to conquer the north on behalf of the King of Zhou.

Later, some of Bi Gong's descendants changed their surname to Wei and participated in the division of Jin among the three families to establish the State of Wei.

But these contents are not what I want.

"Director Ma, has Bi Gong Ji Gao ever been to the southwest?" I asked.

Director Ma glanced at me unhappily.

There is no record in historical materials, so he couldn't answer.

The good mood of showing off knowledge disappeared immediately.

"Nannan, you and classmate Ai take good care of your father."

"If there's anything you need the school to do, just come to me."

"We still have things to do at school, so we'll leave first."

After Director Ma finished giving the instructions, he took his people out of the hospital.

After seeing them off, Zhang Nan looked at me thoughtfully.

"Why do you care so much about Biguo?"

"I suddenly remembered what the village elders said: Ma Jiye and Stein once sent people to our area to look for the tomb of the King of Bi State, so I asked casually."

"Yo!" Ai Wuzhuang suddenly slapped me hard.

"You actually know Stein. He's a notorious cultural relic thief. And Ma Jiye is even more evil to the core."

"Are they famous?" I asked doubtfully.

The names of these two people are in the notes given by Tuo Ye.

At that time, I didn't know how many heinous crimes they had committed.

"Not just famous, but infamous!"

Ai Wuzhuang listed the crimes of the two men.

Stein stole many precious cultural relics under the guise of archaeology.

Including precious Buddhist scriptures, embroidery, paintings, etc. in the Mogao Grottoes Library Cave.

Ma Jiye is of Chinese and foreign descent.

Later he became a foreign spy, spending years in the Western Regions gathering intelligence and purchasing cultural relics for sale.

It provided a lot of convenience and assistance to Stein in his act of stealing precious cultural relics.

"Have they been to Shaanxi?"

"Stein has never been here, so Ma Jiye has no idea."

Stein wrote and published archaeological reports on his travels.

There is no record of him coming to Shaanxi.

Moreover, after returning empty-handed in 1931, he never came back to China.

But Tuoye and his men robbed the tomb of the king of Bi State around 1940.

More importantly, the notes clearly state that it was Ma Jiye who instructed them to search for the tomb of the king of Bi State.

Ma Jiye must have discovered something...

My mind is even more confused.

The Heishuiwen and the curse are both confusing, and now there is the deceased Ma Jiye.

It seems that the only person who knows the more specific situation is Tuo Ye.

As I frowned in thought, a chill came from between my eyebrows.

Zhang Nan gently stroked my frown with his fingers.

"Why are you frowning so tightly at such a young age?"

"Sister Nan."

"Remember what you promised me."

"Remember, remember, I'll keep it in my heart!"

I raised my hand to swear.

But my heart is full of confusion.

If the worst comes to the worst...

"What secret codes are you two exchanging? I don't understand a word you're saying." Ai Wuzhuang stared and looked back and forth between us.

We smiled at each other, which made Ai Wuzhuang even more angry and he stomped his feet.

Professor Zhang had not woken up in the afternoon.

After consultation, the doctors said that Professor Zhang had fallen into a deep coma and all his organs showed signs of failure.

Professor Zhang doesn't have much time left.

Just take a risk.

I waited at the hospital entrance until evening, and Cui Hao finally came back carrying a large canvas bag.

"Brother, everything is ready."

I took the thing, took a look at it, picked it up and walked out.

Cui Hao immediately followed and asked, "Have you found a place to work?"

"But I didn't prepare a shovel or anything."

"Aren't we digging too slowly?"

I stopped and looked at him seriously.

"Mouse, I want to go back to the village."

"What?"

Cui Hao was stunned at first.

Then he anxiously grabbed my arm, fearing that if he was too late I would disappear.

"You want to go down to the tomb that Tuoye mentioned?"

"You, you are confused!"

"That tomb is too dangerous. We only have one life left. It's not worth it to risk it."

"Brother, listen to me. Even if we were to be rich and powerful, we wouldn't go."

"If you're worried about not having enough money for our master's treatment, just take my share!"

Cui Hao is really worried about me.

It’s exactly the same as Zhang Nan’s worries about me.

But I had a reason to go.

"Mouse, take good care of my grandfather."

I said this because I didn't want him to take risks with me.

If it really costs my life, let me do it.

"Fuck!"

"Brothers live and die together!"

"Wherever you go, I go. If we die, we die together!"