Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

The folder was opened and the first page was a blank transparent sheet of paper. The second page, however, was yellowed, but several large characters were written on the top.

This is the 1976 expedition's stipend slip! The archaeological site was Banna.

"Bana?"

Wu Xie was shocked, unsure whether it was by the contents of the expedition team's allowance slip or something else.

"Yes, it's Banna! I originally wanted to talk about Banna, but the handsome guy next to you interrupted me halfway through the story. But I can give you a concise summary."

"That young man in the blue shirt should be surnamed Zhang. I don't quite remember his given name, but I know that he used to come from Banna in Guangxi and worked for Fourth Master. As for anything else, I don't know. As you know, Third Master, Guangxi isn't really our territory."

Having said what he needed to say, Chu Guangtou fell silent, closing his eyes as if preparing to lie down in a chair, closing his eyes to rest and detach himself from worldly affairs.

A fair hand with long, slender fingers suddenly appeared in front of Wu Xie, and with a pinch of two fingers, it snatched the list of allowances from Wu Xie's folder.

When the list fell into Qin Henian's hands, he scanned it, memorized the contents written in the grid, and also noticed the address at the end. He then returned the list to Wu Xie and got up.

"Wu Xie, Fatty, look at the address below, let's go!"

Qin Henian left a message and walked to Zhang Qilin's side, gesturing with his eyes. The two of them slowly followed him toward the door. After walking for a while, they quickened their pace when they heard footsteps behind them.

Wu Xie originally wanted to call Wang Meng after seeing the address, but he suppressed the thought when he realized that someone was with him. After all, his brother was right next to him.

As brothers, we share both good times and bad!

On a gloomy, rainy afternoon, a brand-new, spotless black sedan slowly drove down the street. A middle-aged man in a suit and tie sat in the driver's seat, and an elegant woman in a long dress sat in the passenger seat.

Qin Henian lay back in the back seat with his eyes closed and his hands supporting him on the backrest.

"Your Highness, the Wu Shan Ju restaurant and the shops next to it that you previously instructed us to have are all starting renovations. In addition, Wang Meng, a shop assistant at Wu Shan Ju, is also supervising the renovation team's work."

The woman in the passenger seat is named Zhala Rossi. She is a descendant of one of the Hundred Schools of Thought and a talented diplomat from the Gong tribe who has been handling affairs alongside Qin Henian in recent years. She is also one of Qin Henian's personal assistants in modern life.

"Um"

Qin Henian hummed in agreement and continued to lie down and rest.

“Your Highness, there is one more thing. In a document I sent you before, someone was found that was not among your previous expectations, but their actions overlapped with your recent activities.”

Previous documents? Qin Henian thought for a moment, it seemed that before he started looking for the cubs, he had investigated some people who had been in contact with them for a long time.

I just wonder who has followed the same path as him...

"who is it?"

Qin Henian was puzzled.

"It's a person surnamed Zhang. He should be related to the person Your Highness recently met named Zhang Qilin. That person has only appeared around you, but according to our spies, he hasn't posed any threat to our interests yet."

Zara Rossi didn't say much about the Zhang man, only mentioning it briefly, as long as her prince remembered that such a thing existed.

On the other side, Wu Xie, Zhang Qilin, and Wang Pangzi, the trio, had just come out of the gate of an abandoned school that had been abandoned for many years.

When they came out, all three of them looked rather unwell. Zhang Qilin had a cold expression, but there was some disappointment in his eyes. Wang Pangzi, although he believed in living a carefree life, was also getting anxious as the things happening to his good brother became more and more mysterious.

As for Wu Xie, his face was somewhat gloomy. From the moment he entered this abandoned school, he had fooled the gatekeeper who only guarded the main gate, and searched the entire school before finally finding an abandoned archive room. Before entering the archive room, he discovered that the handwriting on the door of the archive room was exactly the same as his own.

Not only were the words the same, but when Wu Xie was searching for information, he also discovered that the way the information he had seen before was stacked, the habits, and even the spacing were exactly the same as his own.

It's terrifying to think about! Anyone who suddenly realizes something is wrong would be in a terrible mood.

"Naive, don't take what happened before to heart. Maybe it was just a coincidence."

Don't take this seriously!!!

As Wang Pangzi walked out of the school gate, he comforted his little naive girl, whose thoughts were written all over her face. Seeing that she was in a bad mood, he quickly launched into a motherly, comforting gesture.

"But are there really so many coincidences in this world? Fatty, do you believe it?"

Wu tilted his head, seemingly lost in thought, and spoke in a somewhat dejected tone.

"There aren't that many coincidences in this world. If there really are, then we should think about whether we've fallen into some kind of trap again."

Based on Chu Guangtou's previous behavior, Wu Xie roughly guessed that he had someone backing him, probably his third uncle or his second uncle...

Wu Xie didn't want to doubt it, but he wasn't sure, because he had learned his lesson after falling into the countless pits dug by his third uncle.

"So what do we do now? Wu Xie, don't tell Fatty that you're giving up on helping Xiao Ge regain his memories."

Fatty Wang joked with a smile, knowing that if he didn't bring up something else this time, it would be bad if Wu Xie's thoughts went astray.

"of course not!"

"I promised to help the young man regain his memories, so I will definitely do my best. If we really can't find them in the end, then let's start creating new memories together from now on!"

Wu Xie's resolute statement seemed to express all his innermost thoughts.

"Alright, alright, then I, Fatty Wang, have no choice but to risk my life to accompany my brother. Sigh... it's such a hassle to find things in this school!"

"We searched all morning before finally finding the archives. My legs are killing me! If I'd known we'd have to walk this far, I would have gone for a spin in He Nian's really expensive-looking car with him..."

Fatty Wang kept talking, complaining about how the school was so big and walking around was tiring, etc...

Wu Xie was used to Wang Pangzi's incessant rambling; he just let it go in one ear and out the other, only listening to the information he wanted to hear and understand.

"Alright, stop complaining. I told Xiaohua we were in Changsha, and he called and sent a car to pick us up and take us to the airport. Let's go back to Hangzhou! We'll go to the old house and raid my brother Xiaoman's den. This time, I'm going to see what that old fox, my third uncle, has left me after all these roundabout ways!"