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  The bird that sticks its head out gets shot, no matter how many people the other side has, as long as the one who dares to take the lead is taken down, this was my father's consistent principle. After Baldy left, nobody dared to stop us on the scene either, so we started preparing for construction, it was just half an hour or so, when that bald guy came over from afar, muttering and cursing.

  He held a bottle of wine in one hand and a long-handled grass cutter in the other, with something stuck under his armpit. Many people nearby started running away as soon as they saw him. Our side also stopped moving forward. The bald man's face was completely red, probably from drinking too much on his way back. He waved the long knife and charged into the crowd. My father quickly dispersed the people and shouted: "What do you want to do!"

  The bald man stabbed the knife into the ground and poured two mouthfuls, putting the thing on the ground and said: "No one thinks about doing this job today, whoever dares to move, I'll blow him up!"

  That thing was only clearly visible now, it was a bundle of explosives, the fuse on the outside was about two palms long. The bald man hugged that thing and threw it into the willow nest, shouting at my father with a drunken tone: "Xia Laoliu, you think you're capable? Come on, hit me again!" He slammed his own forehead hard and shouted: "Hit Grandpa here, hit him! If you don't hit him, you're a grandson!"

  In the 1980s, explosives were everywhere in rural areas. This bald-headed man was originally working outside to open a quarry for someone else. He felt humiliated and came back after drinking two mouthfuls of wine with an explosive package to cause trouble here. My dad is also a reasonable person, it's not worth causing loss of life over such a trivial matter, so he wanted to end it today. He called out: "Both of you clean up, you're useless to me if you stay here. If you really want to make trouble, put down what's in your hand and let's have a one-on-one fight. If you're a real man, come on over. If not, I won't accompany you, at most you're just a coward."

  "Who's the scoundrel? Who are you cursing?" That bald-headed man relentlessly followed behind, swinging his long knife and chopping over. My dad was very alert, holding the pickaxe in his hand to block it, then stretched out his hand to grab the knife handle, and with another kick, that bald-headed man was kicked to the ground again.

  My father gave him a cold look and said, "Let's go."

  It's just two steps away, I only heard the bald man shouting: "I'll die with you!" I turned around and saw the bald man rushing towards my dad like a madman. The thing in his hand was already smoking, and the fuse on top had clearly been pulled out. My dad was caught off guard and was tightly hugged by the bald man. People around us didn't even have time to run away - it was a whole package of explosives.

  When people go crazy, they don't care about anything and become abnormal. The bald man tightly locked my father with his hands, and the explosive package was sandwiched between his chest and my father's. I've never seen such a dangerous situation in my life, and for a moment, I was confused and could only rush forward to desperately pull the bald man away. Unfortunately, he was too strong, and no matter how hard I struggled, it didn't work. My father was facing him with his back, and could only use his elbow to strike, but unfortunately, the bald man's determination was firm, and he tightly wrapped around us, causing the entire scene to become chaotic.

  The fuse said it would take about a minute, and the explosive pack was enough to blow everything within a ten-meter radius into the sky. My dad was anxious too, shouting: "Go on, get out of here, move away!"

  In a flurry, the bald man bit down hard on my father's shoulder. My father yelped in pain and grabbed the bald man's ear, twisting it with all his might. The bald man's ear was twisted around in a full circle. This move was one of my father's favorites, and the bald man was in so much agony that he let go of the explosives package to clutch at his ear. Seizing this opportunity, my father turned around and snatched the package, dashing forward before hurling it out with all his might. A deafening explosion shook everything, including me, sending us both tumbling to the ground...

  My father almost fell ill because of this explosion, and his eyes have been blurry at night ever since, especially when the light is strong. Due to timely disposal, there were no major casualties, but this explosion also uncovered a shocking secret: the explosive package overturned that old stone mound, several willow trees were blown off, revealing the hollow inside, where a huge ancient tomb was discovered.

  The situation was quickly reported, and people from higher authorities arrived soon. Coincidentally, among the people who came were Professor Gu and a man surnamed He, known as Old He. He was the director of the Provincial Museum and the head of the Provincial Institute of Archaeology, a leading figure in China's archaeological community, nicknamed "Nanwen Yitian Tong" (meaning he could understand everything at a glance). This person was most famous for being proficient in ancient texts from various countries and dynasties, especially skilled in deciphering silk books, rubbings, bamboo slips, and inscriptions. It is said that with just one glance, he could grasp the general meaning of those unknown characters that no one else could recognize.

  The small villages in the northwest of Zhejiang had never been so lively, the river water was diverted, and the willow tree cave that had not seen light all day was surrounded by three layers. Some young people wearing uniforms and white coats held small bamboo signs every day in and out of the blasted opening, because of Professor Gu's relationship, before their dormitory was built, Old He also lived in our home.

  These big shots were talking, and we young people couldn't get a word in edgewise. Fortunately, there was Yuan Xiaobai, who was a student of Professor Gu. At that time, Sino-US relations were in their honeymoon period, and cooperation in all areas was proceeding smoothly, which also counted as a joint action.

  Because the tomb was blasted open, the degree of destruction is higher than expected. According to He Lao, this is a Warring States period noble tomb, very rare. So I had an idea. With my silver tongue, I convinced Xiao Bai to persuade Professor Gu to bring me and Cha Wenbin along, and we managed to get a job as on-site security guards, which allows us to come and go freely.

  I was just there to watch the excitement, but Cha Wenbin wasn't. He had a furrowed brow and a worried look on his face all day long. During the day, he watched people dig graves here, and at night, he still went up the mountain to observe the stars. I said that he's been dealing with dead people for too long and it's almost suffocating him.

  On the third day of excavation, there was a breakthrough. When the first object was unearthed, it caused a sensation - a set of chimes consisting of sixteen components. The news made everyone ecstatic, especially Old He and Professor Gu. One of the chimes even had sixteen inscriptions on it, which was an incredible discovery. As a result, the entire archaeological project entered a period of high enthusiasm, but Cha Wenbin's expression became increasingly solemn.

  When the bronze bell was unearthed, it was late in the afternoon. At that time, the things that were taken out couldn't be sent away immediately, so they were vacuum-packed in a large fresh-keeping bag and placed at my home. After all, I was also responsible for security work at that time. That night, our whole family slept very uncomfortably. I kept feeling like someone was crying in the house, sobbing quietly, and several times I woke up to find nothing, but as soon as I fell asleep again, the sound came back. The next morning, a group of people got up with panda eyes, and when we were eating breakfast, we talked about it and said that something had happened.

  It's probably an old dock, He Lao said it was estimated that there was a problem with that set of code bells, he has experience in this line.

  He Lao was kind-hearted and said to my father, "Whatever comes out from below is following the master's spirit. We are scientific workers, but we are not pedantic. Now that the thing has been transported away, Old Xia should sweep the house with lemongrass to ward off evil spirits."

  "My dad pointed at Cha Wenbin and said: 'Nothing will happen, we have a Taoist priest in our house, so we're not afraid.'"

  He Lao couldn't help but take another look at the young man and smiled: "Nowadays, fewer and fewer people are doing this."

  This was the first meeting between Cha Wenbin and He Lao, unfortunately they did not recognize each other, nor did they know each other's names. No one thought that after many years they would become close friends, but that is a story for later.

  The subsequent excavation was disappointing, except for the set of chimes, there were several corpses in the tomb, and most other things had been looted. Among these corpses, one male corpse wore a white shirt, with a partially decayed straw hat still covering his face, probably left behind by the grave robbers. This situation is not uncommon, Lao He has encountered it several times. For such a busy person, a looted tomb was worthless, and the excavation of this set of chimes was already an unexpected surprise. The remaining work was handed over to his apprentices, and he set off back to the provincial city.

  When the male corpse was pulled out, I always felt a little familiar. White shirt, big straw hat. I went back to ask Cha Wenbin if this was the one we met in the willow nest that day. Cha Wenbin just told me not to talk too much, so I had no choice but to give up.

  It's been a month since the incident, and it's been raining non-stop for a month. Cha Wenbin's geomancy work has also been going poorly, and the archaeological work is nearing its end. This month, I've always felt that Cha Wenbin was being ambiguous and mysterious, with an air of unease about him. No matter what I asked him, he would tell me not to think too much, but based on my understanding of him, I always felt like he had something on his mind.

  I know there's still something unresolved in Eagle Cave, the ancestral tomb of the Wang family hasn't been found at Seven Passes, and that thing was caught but escaped that night. What's the origin of this suddenly appearing grave-robbing corpse? Maybe my heart is too big, I always feel these aren't a big deal. A few days passed again, and a telegram arrived at home, saying to go to the provincial city, and the sender was surprisingly the Detention Center...

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