The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

It can make Sudan, a country full of divisions and wars, a headache, not the kingdom of Seti.

If it's the ancient country more than 2,000 years ago, hehe...Let's not bully the ancients.

Today's Sudan is probably useless except for a larger population and a larger area, and a bit of oil that has to be transported over long distances.

I really look down on this country a bit, and don't want to deal with this country's regime.

It’s not uncommon for a president to come. I vaguely remember that the Sudanese president will not be a few days later. It seems that the guy will be ousted by a coup later this year. The newly released policies seem to cause chaos in this poor country. Add chaos!

It's boring. After the temperature dropped slightly in the afternoon, Zhang Nan actually took Ajani to go fishing on the Nile River.

Looking at some weird weapons is not as interesting as fishing.

At the same time, a bunch of Sudanese officials arrived in the Pyramid Tomb area one after another: the news of the discovery of a new king's tomb in the Kush Kingdom has been notified to the Sudanese authorities through Sawar, and they can’t wait to become officials.

The background is not small. The deputy minister is still leading the team. At the same time, dozens of armed police from Sudan came to protect the safety of the mausoleum.

This would be sitting on the wide Nile River. Zhang Nan and Guan Xingquan, who were blowing the evening breeze by the river, were talking about the Sudanese. By the way, Ajani used the sea pole under Zach's instruction.

Boss Guan holds a bottle of cold beer in his hand and takes a couple of sips at will, enjoy! Alcohol is forbidden in northern Sudan, and it's hard to get a sip of beer.

"Thomas sent a message just now that William is waging a fight with a head of the other party's Ministry of Culture, and he is almost in full martial arts."

Boss Guan said casually: Thomas took some people in the camp, lest the Sudanese armed police come to make trouble for himself.

"Why, want to pick peaches?"

"Not so, this William looks like a stinky old-nine, but in fact he is smart in his mind, a bit like the curator of agriculture.

The bulk of the money you gave is still in his hands, unless the Sudanese don't want the money, otherwise it won't be messy.

Thomas thinks that he wants him to speed up the cleaning process, and the Sudanese want to get an exhibition as soon as possible. "

To put it bluntly, it is for money and face.

Zhang Nan curled his lips, "It's okay to hurry up, the traditional archaeological cleanup is rigorous, rigorous enough to rely on the sky to eat!"

This is a complaint. If it weren't for God's face, the things in a tomb can be turned into ashes now!

Zhang Nan looked at the tomb carefully, and apart from a thin layer of ash, there was no other mud silt, and things were moved out during cleaning.

And from the front hall of the outer room, this burial object should not reach the tens of thousands of horrible pieces in the tomb of Tutankhamun in ancient Egypt. As long as he is fully prepared, Zhang Nan can take 30 people and clean the outer room in two days. By the way, everything will be packed without damage.

But let William come, it is estimated that an outer room can hold you for a month!

Zhang Nan is actually putting pressure on William to make him speed up. He spends millions of dollars every minute, so how can he have the time to accompany him to slowly clean the tomb.

If William Brin is still dawdling, he is going to go to Egypt to hang around for a while, get back on the yacht on the Nile, and feel the atmosphere of "Tragedy on the Nile" before returning.

We must know that it took three months to clean up the tomb of Tutankhamun more than sixty years ago, and it took another ten months to transport all the unearthed cultural relics to Cairo!

The funds are short and exhausted, and then they seek their own sponsorship. To put it bluntly, he was pitted by his own time-consuming and standard archaeological procedures.

Now that the Sudanese jumped out and applied pressure, Zhang Nan would not help William to speak. The faster the cleaning, the better.

...

In three days, Zhang Nan fished for another three days, and William Brin, unable to withstand the pressure, finally cleaned the front hall of the tomb.

There is no damage to any items, and the efficiency is forced out.

The burial goods were packaged in the large awning directly above the tomb passage. Zhang Nan looked at the group of doctors and gentlemen who were working, and said to himself: "A group of second goods, if you drag it down, you will be the second of Dingling!"

Many of the wooden utensils are beginning to fade and crack. If the original idea of ​​the archeologists is followed, it will take at least half a month to clean everything out.

At that time, the appearance of these cultural relics has to be miserable!

Moreover, this packaging is only used to prevent cultural relics from being damaged by collisions with items such as boxes, foam and paper scraps. It does not even use plastic wrap to isolate the air.

Boss Guan pointed his ears and heard what Zhang Nan said in Chinese, and then sneered: "Hehe, archaeological expert... I think the destruction expert is about the same."

Zhang Nan laughed when he heard it: It's reasonable!

"Let's go, let's do sabotage too."

After speaking, go down to the tomb.

This will be in the front room of the tomb. William and Chen Hao are studying how to smash the wall.

As Zhang Nan said three days ago, behind the tomb door is only the front hall, and on the wall facing the tomb door, there is a large vertical rectangular wall with a slightly different color from the surroundings.

William hit with a wooden hammer, and the wall was empty.

Obviously there is still space behind the hollow wall, which is likely to be the main tomb.

There is also a weird-looking guy on the hollow wall, and William said it should be the undead patron saint of the Kingdom of Kush.

He was not called Anubis, and he didn't have a jackal's head. After William said this several times, Zhang Nan understood what this guy on the wall was called "Aya Chacha".

"Who gave it the name?"

I was a little curious, so I asked again: Neither hieroglyphs nor Mellowev can be read. William is silly?

"It was recorded by the ancient Greeks, and it was somewhat deciphered a few years ago."

Zhang Nan replied "Oh".

Still nonsense, ancient Greek and modern Greek are very different, and there are so many ancient Greek dialects 2500 years ago, the original pronunciation of the language should not be the same as today's Greek!

The ancient Greek words haven't been completely understood yet, this "Ayachacha" is probably forced to put it on by a group of experts.

The patron saint of the dead stands in the way, what should I do?

Simple, let it move!

But the bricks that sealed the wall should be mud bricks. If they were removed piece by piece, the Aya Chacha would be torn apart.

People have been guarding the gate well for more than two thousand years, which makes it "dead without a place to bury" no one can pass.

what to do?

Zhang Nan proposed to use a cutting machine.

This is a good idea! William and Sudanese officials and representatives of UNESCO all agreed.

Zhang Nan didn't bring the cutting machine this time, and even if he had one, he would not take it out, let alone let his own people do it.

There are too many people, so I didn't even think about continuing to take the sheep. Besides, the patron saint of the undead is watching the gate, so we should give some face.

After discussing the countermeasures, Zhang Nan discussed with Boss Guan and Thomas as soon as he left the tomb.

"We won't participate in breaking the door, Guan, you ask Chen Hao to hand over the equipment and protective equipment to William and the others, teach them how to use them, and let them charge forward."

Guan Xingquan nodded, and Thomas asked: "Boss, feel bad?"

Following Zhang Nan for a long time, Thomas knows that the boss sometimes babbles, and this arrangement obviously means something.

Zhang Nan bit his lip and said, "I can't tell, it's better to avoid it."

I don’t understand, I always feel something strange behind the closed wall; it’s just a feeling ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or something is beckoning oneself.

But without the frightening smell, it shouldn't be a wicked thing.

I have dug so many ancient tombs before, and I have felt this way, but it's not the kind that kills people, or I just don't understand it.

Beware of the five big mistakes, you are a patron, not a coolie, just watch the excitement, and let others do all dangerous things.

Half a day later, the wall was cut open, and the "Aya Cha Cha" was moved away from the shelf.

The mercury gas in the air exceeds the standard. Could it be that the ancient Nubian mummified with mercury?

Regardless, forced ventilation, or relying on natural ventilation to eliminate mercury gas, you have to wait until the year of the monkey.

Zhang Nan was still waiting outside, and his previous feeling really seemed to be fulfilled: mercury vapor would be fatal.

That is to say, the current technology is good, if it is replaced a few decades ago, it will make people hang up unconsciously.

As for why Chen Hao didn't say there was mercury when he explored the vestibule?

The content is very low, almost negligible; it may be that the sealing of the closed partition wall is better, and it is more likely that the utensils for storing mercury have only recently been damaged...

Everything is possible, and you won’t know until the investigation is over.

When the ventilation was almost the same, Zhang Nan wanted to wait, only to see William running up quickly: "Mr. Allen, go and see, there is a cultural relic in it that shouldn't be here!"

what? What is "cultural relics that shouldn't be here"?

There was no danger in the tomb. When Zhang Nan and a few bodyguards entered the tomb, they saw something like what William said on the cut-off wall of the wall. Zhang Nan directly exploded: "You tease me to play! Lao Tzu It's in Africa!"

That is a small bronze tripod, a Chinese style bronze tripod!

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