Trafford’s Trading Club

When Zhang Qingrui woke up, she found that she was almost lying on the ground.

Why do you say almost? Of course it was because there was a pure wool blanket on the floor.

Above the line of sight is an umbrella-like dome, supported by a large amount of wood and hung with white canvas... This is undoubtedly a yurt.

"Are you awake? Let's eat something."

Following the sound, Zhang Qingrui saw Professor Qin Fang holding a piece of big cake in his hand, tearing it apart one by one and putting it in his mouth, but his eyes were always fixed on a map spread out on the ground. .

There is also a smaller box placed in the same yurt. What was inside was the skeleton.

The body was indeed in a state of hunger. Zhang Qingrui stood up silently and took a piece of flatbread from Professor Qin Fang and a bowl of slightly salty milk tea, which the locals called Sutai.

She quickly hid in a corner, fearful and uneasy, and silently ate the food on hand - this was the third time she woke up.

As for the previous two times, she was basically stunned by Professor Qin Fang with an electric shock baton. But this time, she could only give up the idea of ​​resisting temporarily.

Silently tearing off a small piece of cake, Zhang Qingrui subconsciously looked into the box...soul, bone, possession?

Almost in an impactful way, it constantly collides with the concepts she has formed through the socialist scientific education she has received over the years.

I...am the key to entering the cemetery?

During these several comas, Zhang Qingrui would feel as if there was another person in his mind, and some fragments and fragments of long-standing memories kept appearing.

They were fragmentary, they seemed to have no thread, they seemed to be trying to tell her a complete story—yet they were not complete in themselves.

In her dreams, she always felt like she wanted to cry. This sadness that came from her heart and perhaps did not belong to her, was still troubling her heart even after she woke up.

It stands to reason that she was forcibly taken away by Professor Qin Fang, and she could not even communicate with the outside world. The professor himself could not be considered gentle in his methods of confinement.

So she should be more afraid and terrified.

However, it seemed that because she was about to get close to a certain place, there was another part of excitement hidden in her heart.

"Professor...why are you so persistent in wanting to go into that ancient tomb again?"

In other words, they are not complete strangers. In the past two years of Zhang Qingrui's life, Qin Fang, as a tutor in her college career, was still a bit like an elder, scared, but not completely afraid to talk.

But Qin Fang was not like the customers in antique stores she dealt with. He took this action out of some clearly palpable paranoia, so it was naturally dangerous.

"There are some things that I need to get back." Qin Fang was still looking at the map on the ground.

"Is it a more valuable... cultural relic?"

Probably because of her background, Zhang Qingrui easily connected unknown ancient tombs with cultural relics - in fact, it was not like she had never come into contact with people who resold cultural relics.

Gu Yuezhai's business is big, and he has a variety of ways to do it. These connections were all made by her grandmother, but almost half of them were handed over to her.

Things that can really be called good treasures are the kind of things that have been buried under the soil for a long time. As for finding such good treasures, naturally you need more special and obscure professionals.

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Unexpectedly, Qin Fang suddenly stood up: "There are some warm clothes on the cabinet. You'd better put them on. We will set off later. At night, the temperature in the grassland will drop very low."

After saying that, Professor Qin Fang opened the yurt and walked outside.

The last time she woke up, Zhang Qinrui had walked out of the yurt, surrounded by vast grasslands. The teacher seemed to have stayed in a house on the grasslands.

She didn't understand the language here, and she couldn't communicate with the owner of this house at all - she really didn't know where to escape to in this grassland.

Zhang Qingrui didn't think she was a particularly strong girl. When she encountered the current situation, her heart was already in turmoil - but on the other hand, an indescribable sense of excitement was also spreading in her heart.

She was vaguely looking forward to what would happen, as if this was something that could bring... a stone to the smooth life of Gu Jing.

"First of all, don't starve yourself."

Zhang Qingrui cheered up, quickly finished the cake in his hand, and then reached out to grab another piece on the plate. This time it was not just flatbread, but also a plate of mutton that I had never touched before.

In the past, she would have disliked the mutton smell, but now she can enjoy it.

While eating, Zhang Qingrui's heart moved. Not knowing what would happen next, she quietly wrapped up a piece of cake and hid it in her clothes.

Outside the yurt, Professor Qin Fang sat where people were feeding sheep, lit a Cuban cigar, and silently watched the smoke rising into the clear blue sky.

Quietly waiting for the grassland to get cold.

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As we already know, the ultra-long-distance transmission of the altar has a very harsh vampire-like appearance for applications outside the scope of business.

The one-way trip to Ulaanbaatar takes ten days.

After complaining silently, Boss Luo finally chose a flight that only took one day...

Of course, there is no way to compare in terms of efficiency, but according to Qin Chuyu, the professor will not do any harm to Zhang Qinrui.

Terminal.

Of course, there is no way to prepare food carefully outside - or so you think.

But the maid in the club perfectly explained the significance of mankind's invention of the food box. The Japanese food box has three layers in total, each of which is an exquisite set meal.

"Miss Qin, do you need some too?"

You Ye, who placed the luxurious food boxes in front of Luo Qiu, looked at Qin Chuyu and said.

"No need." Qin Chuyu shook his head.

Not only in front of Luo Qiu, but also in front of the maid who claimed to be 'just the master's maid', Qin Chuyu could feel tremendous pressure.

And these pressures will probably not diminish in the coming period.

——I have something to talk to the professor about, and I don’t want to delay it for too long... If the professor’s destination is that ancient tomb, Miss Qin should remember it. Can you lead the way?

Not long ago, after the club clearly stated his intentions, Qin Chuyu could only agree.

Because... the maid who was introducing the contents of the food box to her master seemed to be the most terrifying thing she had ever experienced in the past five hundred years, except for that 'door'.

It's like an abyss of cumulus clouds, or like an undercurrent that doesn't know its turbulence, it's terrifying.

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PS: Fourth update.