Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

The mountaintop slope was difficult to pitch tents on, so the group groped their way into the hot spring and tossed several high-tech detectors imported from abroad into the dark. A few professionals wearing pig masks operated computers connected to satellite signals, watching the videos of the detectors falling to different depths and monitoring the water temperature…

"Beep beep beep! Temperature detected: 47 degrees Celsius, 48 ​​degrees Celsius, 49 degrees Celsius..."

The computer speakers kept playing the water temperature readings from the detector in the hot spring, and the temperature was steadily rising...

"The temperature isn't high, the water temperature is just right. If we go down now, it'll be dark soon!"

Listening to the temperature readings from the detector, Xie Yuchen looked up at the sky and then spoke to Qin Henian.

Their team was led by Qin Henian, who also made the decisions. If Xie Yuchen wanted to move forward, he naturally had to ask him for permission. Moreover, the relationship between them was not bad, and Qin Henian even sent a few people to help him manage the mess in the Xie family, which greatly freed up his working time.

In response to Xie Yuchen's question, Qin Henian simply tilted his head and looked at his subordinate, a man named "Zhu" who was holding a computer and checking water depth data.

"What's going on now?"

Qin Henian asked the person.

"The detector has reached the bottom of the spring, which is quite deep, about 20 meters away. According to the high-tech scanning inside, the four-wheeled grabber is operating and the transmitted images have detected a small cave about one meter in size. After the computer-controlled grabber climbs in, it scans a long corridor about four or five meters long. At the bottom, there is a raised square stone plate with a dragon pattern relief. There is a water-hanging stone bell at the lower right of the stone plate."

"According to the tribal records of mechanical arts, the door should be a sealed, isolated door. Among the various schools of thought in ancient China, there was a school called the Yin-Yang School, and the representative ritual object of a certain period was the water-stone bell. Based on this, we can conclude that the door leads to the tomb we are looking for!"

The technician wearing the pig mask had a very large brain capacity and quickly judged many problems from the details, making direct deductions.

"It's true what they say, you can guard against anything day or night, but it's hard to guard against a traitor within your own ranks! We haven't even fixed one major loophole yet, and here we are again! If the Yin-Yang School hadn't been extinct, I would have dug up that Zou guy and whipped him to ashes!"

What the hell! Couldn't you at least write something decent?!

Qin Henian grumbled angrily, casually tossing a long white cloth into his hand. In the cold wind and the light from the computer screen, one could vaguely see the complex patterns and curves on the white cloth, as well as a strange image of a crane spreading its wings.

Holding the cloth in his hand, Qin Henian turned around and stuffed the item into Zhang Qilin's arms, then took out another piece of white cloth and tucked it under his armpit.

"Little Qilin, you can go down now. You know what that white cloth is like!"

After finishing his work, Qin Henian plopped down on the ground and peacefully closed his eyes, subtly handing over control of the situation to Zhang Qilin.

"it is good"

Zhang Qilin didn't say much, just nodded with a cold face, and walked towards the mountain peak. He took out the oxygen tank sponsored by Qin Henian and two advanced diving suits from his backpack, changed into them, and jumped into the "mountain hot spring" with a "plop".

"Tsk tsk... This mute is really impatient! We've already arrived, what's the rush? Tsk tsk... Wife, look at this mute, he can't last long at all!"

"Blind men are better; they know how to care for people and even wait for your soldiers..."

Hei Xiazi watched Zhang Qilin jump into the hot spring, then waved to Xie Yuchen, Wu Xie, and Fatty Wang, signaling them to change into their gear and follow. Then he started rambling on and on.

As for those boring guys who kept wearing pig-face masks and refused to take them off, and who wouldn't chat with the blind man the whole way, the blind man said, "They're organized and disciplined, they're not deaf!"

Thump! Thump! Thump…

One after another, the sound of diving echoed until only a computer and Qin Henian remained at the summit.

Looking at the few small red dots on the computer screen, Qin Henian opened the white cloth tucked under his armpit. It was the same cloth he had given Zhang Qilin before, with an unknown shape made up of complex patterns and a half-wrapped image of a crane spreading its wings.

Placed on the mountain peak, spread out diagonally on the ground, a slender index finger, glowing with a golden-red light, touched the cloth. The whistling wind could no longer stir the newly laid-out cloth; instead, the freshly laid-out white cloth remained perfectly still, as if it were inlaid diagonally on the mountain.

Qin Henian also took some time to watch the little red dot move on the computer screen.

Beneath the hot spring, in the dim, murky water, several humans wearing oxygen masks were moving forward in their preferred swimming style. The leader, wearing a pig-face mask, darted through the water with the agility of a fish towards the pre-determined location of the cave, followed closely by the others, until they all arrived before a stone slab…

As people moved, the water rushed towards the stone slab. Zhang Qilin was at the forefront. He reached out and touched the stone slab. As he slowly explored the patterns of the stone carving and the slab, he quickly pulled out a section of the tongue from the dragon-shaped relief, revealing a mechanism button protruding from the hollowed-out area.

With only one option available—left or right—Zhang Qilin inserted a long, slender finger into the mechanism button. After a minute or two of turning his hand, the water near the relief began to swirl. Zhang Qilin withdrew his hand, gestured in the water, and then, before everyone's eyes, pushed open the stone door.

rustle...

The sudden collision between the waterless and water-filled spaces created a powerful pressure that swept everyone in the passage into the stone door. They were then spun around like a washing machine for several minutes, before being swept into the tomb chamber behind the stone door by the current. Fortunately, the stone door behind it had a self-closing mechanism, preventing the entire hot spring water from surging in…

Looking at the group of people who had fallen to pieces in the camera, Qin Henian could barely suppress his laughter in front of the computer screen. If he weren't afraid of the cold wind getting into his mouth, he would have laughed so hard he almost passed out.

How stupid! They knew there were traps and didn't even warn us to be careful!

"Ouch, that hurts! Damn it, my butt's been swollen for days after I fell like that! Why didn't anyone have the guts to cushion it for me...?"

Fatty Wang's head was spinning, and he groaned and complained in a foul voice.

Wu Xie, who was also badly injured but not seriously hurt, and who had Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qilin providing "double protection" in the water, said: "Luckily, he's thin. When he was spinning in the water, he cleverly sandwiched himself between the two big shots! That's really nice!"

As for the group of wet, black-robed men who had just stood up, they checked each other in an organized and disciplined manner, then glared at Fatty Wang with hostile eyes... After Fatty Wang came to his senses and shut up under the gaze of everyone, except for the leader, they all began to observe their surroundings.

"Master Zhang! His Highness's formation diagram!"