Chapter 33 Archaeologist (3)

It was almost seven o'clock when Siming woke up first. The original body also woke up, but due to excessive mental exhaustion yesterday, it was still a little groggy. He tried to get up with his hands, but found that Cong Yue's hair was pressed under her shoulders. He withdrew his hands with a guilty conscience. Siming

got out of bed quietly and washed up, then helped the original body clean up the morning wash. He carried him to the small dining room in the living room and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone including Aisina.

Cong Yue sneaked directly from the window sill to the room where Aisina was, knocked on the window sill to signal her to open the window, and then was dragged by Aisina to knock on the front door and enter the room on the pretext that it was dangerous.

This time, seeing the evil god in front of her wearing an apron and holding a half-fried toast in one hand to open the door for them, Aisina just nodded obediently, not stunned by the shock.

The one she was holding by the hand, Tan Yue, touched her head like praising a kindergarten child. Aisina wanted to refuse, but she felt proud for some reason, and sat on the low stool in front of Zhou Ye with a smile on her face.

In the morning sunshine, Zhou Ye smiled at her, then placed his left index finger between his lips, indicating quietness, he was on the phone with someone.

"Good morning, Xiao Zhou." The picture transmitted from the phone was no longer the irritable face seen at the beginning. Zhong Liu was holding two children, and his tone was still a little cheerful.

"Mr. Zhong, good morning. I actually want to ask you something."

"No need to ask, just say it." He seemed to be sending Song Jisong to school. As he spoke, the chirping of children at the school gate could be heard from time to time.

These children are all talented, and now and then a small flame would emerge.

"According to your suggestion, I am currently in Qingshui City," Zhou Ye said without hiding it from Aisina on the other side, "but there are not many solutions to genetic diseases here."

"Well, is that so? Then you..." Zhong Liu was about to continue, but the phone was suddenly snatched away, and the screen showed two green faces.

"Brother Zhou!"

"Song Ji, Song Shu." At this moment, Zhou also thought of his family's slightly depressed mood, which was temporarily soothed by these two childish voices, and his words became relaxed again. "Are you happy in Yuntian?"

Song Shu did not rush to reply, but asked: "Brother Zhou, are you happy in Xiangshan?"

According to Zhong Liusuo a few days ago, although she returned to her girl's identity after leaving the dangerous environment of Qingshui, she seemed to have developed her personality. She did not like gorgeous dresses and accessories. After entering Tianyi College, she and her brother chose to practice body refining.

"Of course I am happy." This is the brother's answer.

While talking, Siming walked out of the kitchen. He used the amazing value to directly exchange for telekinesis and sent breakfast for several people directly to the table. As the plates fell on the table, he took off his bib and sat next to the original body.

Seeing that the original seemed to be busy, Siming opened the milk carton and filled it for him.

"I'm unhappy, very unhappy!" The younger sister squeezed into the picture.

"Huh? Why... um."

After playing, Tan Yue sat at the table and quickly picked up a sandwich with vegetables and rich meat and passed it over.

Zhou Ye held the phone in one hand and the milk in the other. Under Ai Xina's confused and weird eyes, he took a bite of the sandwich from Tan Yue's hand.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were so talented!"

"After we told the teacher that you rescued us, the teacher showed us the records you broke during your school years and said that we didn't have high expectations for us, and that half of our achievements would be enough!"

"But, but... that's too much! It's all over several walls. I think we might as well give up... don't catch me!" Song Ji was standing nearby. When he heard his sister say these coquettish and complaining words, he immediately grabbed Song Shu's neck and wanted to throw her out of the picture like a cub.

The two children immediately became a mess. Song Ji was a little older, so he handed the phone to Zhong Liu first, and then ran into the school gate after his sister.

Watching the two children run away, Zhong Liu coughed a little embarrassedly, and then turned back to the topic: "About your illness, just tell me what you have to say, I will do my best to help you."

"I want to find some historians from 20 to 18 years ago." Zhou Ye's tone was natural, and he was about to explain the reason, but was interrupted by Zhong Lao opposite him.

"Why do you want to find those guys? How can your illness be related to them?"

"Zhou Ye, the most important thing for you now is to cure your illness, not to worry about other things."

"No matter what the reason is, you should not get involved with historians." Zhong Lao frowned and hung up the phone in a hurry, without even a single extra word.

Looking at the phone that revealed the hang-up tone, Zhou Ye's eyes were slightly gloomy, and the fingertips holding the teacup unconsciously exerted force.

Tan Yue noticed the abnormality of the main body, and immediately approached him, gently rubbed the ring, and input moon energy into it.

Aisina looked at the two people in surprise, and thought of what her ancestor had said to her. She couldn't help but look at Zhou Ye with worry, and sympathy rose in her heart.

It must be very desperate to seek help for the disease.

"Are you okay?"

Her words suddenly interrupted Zhou Ye who was lost in thought. He looked at the girl opposite with a concerned look and shook his head: "I'm fine."

"Carrie Yue, I'm a little tired. Take me back to the room to rest."

Carrie Yue, who was standing next to Zhou Ye, immediately pushed the wheelchair and showed a soothing expression to Ai Xina. The moment she noticed Siming walked out of the kitchen, she was about to slam the door shut, but he still stopped her with his hand and forced his way in.

Ai Xina was left looking at the door with a puzzled look. Zhou Ye also wanted to rest. What were the ancestors and Siming going to do in there?

In the pure white space, Zhou Ye shook the sand table and his perspective instantly turned to Zhong Liu.

Zhong Liu was seen stroking his beard and had made another phone call. His voice came clearly through the sand table.

"Hello, this is Tianyi College."

"Zhongliu, find your supervisor, I have something to ask." The old man's expression was cold and hard, without any trace of the earnestness and sincerity that he had when he first communicated with Zhou Ye.

"Okay, okay," Zhongliu said after a while of noise on the other side of the phone, and soon a new person came on the other side. "Old sir, what do you want from me?"

"Zhou Ye, find out the reason why this student dropped out." He didn't seem to care about the feelings of the other person at all, and made a blunt request.

Just like a real high-level noble in the association.

Zhou Ye raised his hanging hand abruptly and put it next to the wheelchair. He turned his head and looked at the plastic flower: "You see, this is the purpose of me placing a chess piece next to him."

In the pureness, Zhou Ye's black hair and black eyes were still extremely gentle, and a hint of cold smile leaked out from his drooping eyelids, revealing a certain kind of arrogance that already existed. "Keep watching, his next behavior will determine the way I plan for his death."

Siming leaned his body slightly on Zhou Ye's shoulder, and the scrutiny in their eyes reached a subtle agreement.

"Old sir, I have found out that he dropped out of school voluntarily."

"Where is the specific reason record?"

"I don't know about that, the file... seems to be lost, I can't find it, I can't find it, yes, it's gone..."

Hearing the unclear words of the man on the other end of the phone, Zhong Liu hung up the phone abruptly and went straight to Tianyi College. Many people wanted to come to check on Zhong Liu, but he directly used his talent to push them away and actually broke into the archives room of Tianyi College.

The door was pushed open with great force, and his hands lit up with red flames.

There was no one here, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on dozens of seats, and the diaries were scattered around.

"Where are the people? How could there be no one?" Zhong Liu turned around, shocked the people behind him and took a step back, and took a quick look. In the chaos, he suddenly closed the door of the file room again.

In the chaos, Zhong Liu began to frantically search among the scattered documents. Under the dim and flickering light, he scanned one almost every second, and finally found the one he wanted among countless documents.

Student File [Zhou Ye] - Mission Record

In the perfect missions one after another, the most recent "Koukoukou Cave" - ​​Failure, just one glance is glaring.

"......It's actually there." Zhong Liu only took a quick glance and then tightly grasped the paper in his palm, with a look of determination in his eyes.

Zhou Ye had already raised his vigilance to the highest level at this time.

The next moment, Zhong Liu's palm was on fire. He threw it casually, and a raging fire spread wildly in the data room full of flammable materials.

All the data that made Zhou Ye worried and puzzled were instantly burned.

Afterwards, Zhong Liu slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and Zhou Ye heard his ringtone in the bedroom. The call was actually for him. What was he going to do?

Out of vigilance, Zhou Ye continued to stare at the picture in the sandbox. Siming exited the pure white space and answered the phone.

Perhaps the fire had spread outside, and the people who were banging on the door of the data room no longer cared about the safety of the data, and rushed in all at once, all squeezed into the data room.

Seeing that the data was almost completely destroyed by the huge fire, their angry or anxious eyes were all focused on the old man standing in the center.

In the encirclement of various talents, through the vest, Zhou also clearly heard Zhong Liu say to him: "Zhou Zhou, I have to go on an investigation for the time being, you may not be able to contact me, don't worry."

Then, he surrendered.

The phone was hung up.

"I thought it was some fatal threat." Siming put the phone back to its original position.

"It turns out to be just a stupid old man."

Zhou Ye pushed the sandbox back to Qingshui City, holding his face with his hands, scanning everything in this broken city, pain and joy, sin and pain.

He usually hated to see this symbol of impermanence, but now he was depressed and helpless, taking in everything that happened.

After a long time, he sorted out his thoughts.

The stupid old man was an insider, so he hung up the phone in a hurry when he heard "archaeologist". In other words, in the eyes of those people, knowing history or exploring history must be banned.

Aisina also mentioned that the history of the cult was inconsistent with the oral history she knew, which means that those who tried to cover up the real history not only existed in the association, but were almost distributed at the top of various forces.

What is the reason that all the top leaders have the same interests? Zhou thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't connect all the clues.

So he wrote down the clue of "Koukoukou Cave" that he had just obtained. There

was no relevant content in his memory, but the record showed that he had been there, and that was the place where he last carried out a mission. It must be related to his amnesia. He had to find a channel to obtain relevant information.

The old man was arrested, and he only had two little kids in the academy. The association was not stable for the time being, so it could only be a cult.

"Don't think about it!" Suddenly, the original body was lightly hit on the head.

Zhu Yue floated lightly in the air, with a rather distressed expression: "Zhou Zhou, you have had headaches quite frequently recently, and you haven't slept well, you should have a good rest."

"I didn't!" Zhou Ye was about to make an excuse, but suddenly he realized that he had fallen out of the pure white space. It was Siming, who was shaking his original body's shoulders wildly with a cold face, making Zhou Ye dizzy: "Stop shaking, stop shaking!"

"It's just right that you came out, finish your breakfast."

Zhou Ye then remembered that when he just entered the pure white space, Siming seemed to have not taken off his apron. He looked at him and found that under the cold and stinky face of the cool guy, he was wearing an apron with light small floral patterns.

So he was very disrespectful and laughed out loud.

"Laugh again?" Siming said this, but his face also showed a trace of joy. "You will be punished to eat this burnt toast as well."

But he was holding a pot in his right hand, on which was the toast that he had not had time to clean up, sticking to the bottom of the pot in a burnt and dark yellow color.

"Let's not take this." Zhou Ye stretched out a finger and carefully pushed away the horrible toast.

Cong Yue looked at the two young men in front of her who were interacting like children, covered her mouth and laughed secretly, but a pot attacked her.

With a whoosh, Aisina in the living room next door looked at in surprise as a figure surrounded by moon butterflies flew out of the second floor.

Without looking back, he rushed into the gloomy and oppressive sky covered with dark clouds.