Compared with the thin and dry vice principal He Xifan, the director Cui Daxing is as strong as a cow, and the staff suits on his body cannot cover up the knots of the muscles below.

I remember that when Cui Daxing was a male nurse in Dongshan Mental Hospital, he had to prevent sudden attacks from manic patients at any time. He had to tie the patients to pry their mouths open with a spoon to feed the medicine. He often worked night shifts and took care of more than 90 mentally ill patients. He was under great pressure and changed careers after working for less than two years.

Although he didn't work for a long time, Cui Daxing had developed a set of unique skills to hit people. No matter what incredible angle the opponent launched an attack, the director of the teaching department could always protect the key points and fight back. A blow of old punch made you feel like you were dying, and you wouldn't be hurt and get involved in a lawsuit.

Such a talent is very suitable for the work of the director of Qingzi Academy. Not only does he have a deterrent effect on the students of the school, but the gangsters around him are even more afraid of it and dare not step forward easily.

Cui Daxing is quite responsible when he is the director of the teaching. As a private school student, Qingzi Academy has a good family background. Sometimes students who violate the rules want to bribe the director, but they are all harshly rejected by the director. Therefore, they have received a name and praise from the school committee.

However, the director of the teaching director is not greedy for small money, but he cannot resist the great money He Xifan promised to him. As the saying goes, a ingot does not lose its virtue, and a ingot can cause wealth to kill him.

At this moment, the director of the teaching director held an umbrella for He Xifan with a very majestic body, and the two walked to the north side of the church, which was the construction area.

There were hundreds of steel bars inserted on the ground, which looked not much different from the construction sites that could be seen everywhere. He Xifan took the director to the east and west and walked to the front of a black entrance.

"Old Cui, flashlight."

Under He Xifan's reminder, the director turned on the flashlight he carried with him. Looking along the light column, he saw that the hole was covered with solid loess, and the edges of the tunnel were mixed. There was a construction site elevator with red paint at five steps away. It could lead to a deeper place with the help of it.

The teaching director put away his umbrella and stood on the elevator with He Xifan. The water droplets fell into the depths of the cave along the tip of the umbrella. The elevator ran downwards under He Xifan's operation.

"Is it 70 meters underground?" The director of the teaching director looked nervous in the dim environment. "The elevator won't break, right?"

"I have the best materials to use." He Xifan said, "Old Cui, don't scare yourself. Are mentally ill people scarier than elevators?"

"That's different," the director of the teaching war broke out. "I can beat the mentally ill, I can't beat the elevator, and there is an ancient tomb under the elevator..."

"Who told you it was an ancient tomb?" He Xifan was so excited. "It was an antique collected by warlords from various channels before the Liberation. Can there be so many things in an ancient tomb?"

"Yes...but antiques come from ancient tombs after all." Although the director of the teaching is extremely powerful, he is afraid that things he cannot touch or understand, especially ghosts.

"Don't scare yourself," He Xifan glanced at the lever in the corner of the elevator. "After stopping at the bottom, pull the lever for 5 seconds, and you can continue to go deeper and reach where we want to go."

The director of the teaching director did what He Xifan said, and the elevator that had already reached the bottom floor continued to move downwards and finally stopped in the depths 70 meters underground.

It is still solid loess, and it is still a tangled tunnel, but the atmosphere is completely different from the above, revealing a certain kind of vicissitudes of history and time, and also the "rustling" sound coming from nowhere.

"This... what's the sound?" The director of the teaching director stood upside down and actually grabbed the corner of He Xifan's clothes, for fear that the other party would leave him alone here.

He Xifan looked disgusted and thought to himself that I bought you because I like you because I have the strength to protect me. If there is danger, I will be afraid of ghosts and like this bear.

"It must be the sound of rain outside, but it changed its tone when it reaches the bottom." He Xifan broke the corner of his clothes away from the head teacher's hand, and most of them walked towards a closed metal door with a bit of science fiction. After entering the 6-digit password on the password disk, the door suddenly stood up.

"Come on now, move the antiques we want to other tunnels. I have asked archaeologists to identify them. Let's move those small and valuable!"

I heard that there was a lot of money to make, so the director gritted his teeth and muttered "No ghosts, no ghosts, no ghosts," and followed He Xifan in.

Although He Xifan said in advance that this place was not an ancient tomb but a storage cave dug by warlords, it looked no different from an ancient tomb at first glance. In addition to the antiques wrapped in wooden boxes, many antiques were also placed in the corners of the cave, reflecting the light of a flashlight and casting strange black shadows on the loess walls.

"Lights, lamps, where are the lamps?" The director stuttered.

"You can't turn on the lights," said He Xifan. "The lighting and monitor use a power system. If I break the power system, we can get off.

"Coffin, coffin!" The director of the teaching staff screamed again at a rectangle in the corner.

He Xifan looked over there lazily and said, "That was an empty coffin. It turned out to be used by warlords for other antiques, but now it is empty."

After hearing this, the director still looked different. He withdrew the light column of the flashlight and looked at the coffin for a little more.

While complaining about Cui Daxingzhi's uselessness, He Xifan pointed to the small cave on the west side of the cave.

"There are empty boxes I have placed during the day. You can take antiques as I told you to take whatever I say, do you know?"

Under the low light of the flashlight, the two of them became busy. When the director did the work, he gradually forgot about the ghost's affairs. He Xifan then felt that he had not chosen the wrong person.

"This gold-inlaid jade bowl is very valuable. Be careful when you take it and wrap it in shock-proof cotton!"

"This is a chicken blood cup. It would be great if the edges are not broken... But the bad ones are valuable enough, so be careful to take them!"

"This bronze sacred tree cannot be taken, it was called by Mr. Lin. What? What's the point of breaking it like this? This thing is a treasure from the Shang and Zhou dynasties! Ask less questions and work quickly!"

Inspired by wealth, the two were so busy that they were sweating profusely. Soon after, they collected antiques full of crates. It seemed that one or two small ones could be put in at the top, but it was not easy to choose.

He Xifan took out a wet wipe and wiped the sweat on his head. He wanted to throw it on the ground and then thought about it and put it on again, so he couldn't leave too obvious traces.

"It's almost done now. When it's time to transport, you cooperate with me to create a small car accident, and then you say that one of the boxes fell into the river and would not cause any major problems."

"How much does this box cost?" asked the director, "Do I want to bring two more?"

"Say tens of millions at least," He Xifan said proudly. If you find a professional to repair it, it is not impossible to double it."

"Yes, is it?" The director of the teaching director was excited, "Then I'll find two more items. After I get them back, you can tell me if they are worth it!"

After the teaching director finished speaking, he went to pick up the treasures a little further away. He Xifan looked at the crate under his feet and muttered to himself with his chin:

"Only I have a secret channel to take action. At that time, I say that as much as I sell, you will be as hard as you can. Do you want to share as much as I do?"

However, the director of the teaching suddenly shouted: "Ghost! Ghost!!"

He Xifan turned around unhappily and scolded: "Are you finished? I said this is not a tomb..."

He was stunned halfway through the conversation, because in the coffin that should have been empty, a black shadow with long hair sat up, silently opened his slightly red eyes, and stared silently in He Xifan's direction.

"Well..." It seemed as if I woke up from a thousand-year-old dream. The terrifying memory exhaled a breath of resentment. The sound seemed like a woman, but she turned out to be a long-haired female ghost!

"Go, spare your life!" The director of the teaching staff knocked down and kowtowed loudly. The flashlight landed on the ground and rotated, causing the female ghost to shoot around the wall, as if a group of demons were dancing, which was very scary.

He Xifan's legs were also weak, but the reason was completely different from the teaching director. He said tremblingly: "Lin, Miss Lin Qin!? Why did you come here??"

Lin Qin stretched her waist in the coffin and said coldly: "Xiaojia told me that her brother was searching for how many years to resell cultural relics. I remembered that you were sneaking around the construction site, so I accidentally bumped into it."

From Lu Se's search behavior, it was speculated that something was under the construction site, which was completely Conan's level. He Xifan couldn't help but sweat coldly. I wonder if Lin Qin had heard the conversation just now.

"But... the elevator needs special operation to get off, and there is a password at the door..."

Lin Qin sat in the coffin and closed her hair. "I intuitively thought that pulling the lever would work, so I got off. In addition, there was a lot of dust falling on the password plate at the door. It was not too difficult to come in based on the dust distribution."

"Wait, you are Lin Qin, the eldest lady of the Lin Group, aren't you a ghost?" The lost teaching director reacted, but his legs were so weak that he had no strength to get up from the ground.

He Xifan tried his best to suppress his panic in his heart, "Miss, it is Mr. Lin's intention to not let you know about antiques. By the way, why would you sleep in the coffin?"

Lin Qin leaned on her elbow at the edge of the stone coffin, as if it was just a desk in the classroom.

"You may know that I had a premonition before I died. After coming in, I took a look at it. I felt something was wrong, so I chose a cleaner place and lay down. I was only resurrected 10 minutes ago. I heard all your conversations."

He Xifan was shocked and his legs became weak and he knelt on the ground.

"Miss! Don't tell Mr. Lin what I did! I was obsessed with it for a while! Stealing antiques is not for selling money, but for mortgages to a private collector, and reaching a cooperation that is beneficial to the company!"
Chapter completed!