"Boss, is this considered 'knocking on the door three times'?"
The fat man, wearing a black balaclava, swaggered down the street. Although his face was hidden, Zhang Tian could vaguely imagine the lewd grin on Fatty’s face.
"Fatty, 'knocking on the door three times' is for inviting Zhuge Liang out of seclusion. What does that have to do with this?" Hu Bayi asked, puzzled.
"Hey, Old Hu, you don't understand. What we're doing is 'reverse 'knocking on the door three times.' We go three times, and they try to keep us three times. Heh heh, thinking about those experts' expressions makes Fatty’s heart happy."
"We're important people now."
Fatty's mind conjured up the shocked gazes of the expert team.
Zhang Tian touched his cheek. This kind of thing was indeed Fatty's specialty.
Soon, at the Archaeology Bureau.
Zhang Tian and the others walked into the bureau familiarly. The guard seemed to know Zhang Tian well. Seeing the masked trio again, he didn't even look, just waved them through. These three were like the God of Wealth; their visits made the Archaeology Bureau excited for days. How could they not be let in? As for identification, Fatty's idiotic gait was enough to tell they were the same trio from last time.
Meanwhile, in the archaeology lab.
Countless people were studying the few artifacts recovered from the tomb. Professor Chen was also present. As professors in archaeology, Professor Chen and Professor Li knew each other. Surprisingly, Shirley Yang was also there. Shirley Yang, wanting to unravel the mystery of her curse, was naturally very interested in archaeology.
"Professor Li, are you saying you've seen this curse before?" Shirley Yang asked Professor Li.
Professor Li nodded. Just as he was about to say something, the lab door opened. The three masked men had entered. Shirley Yang instinctively stood up, assuming a combat stance.
"Calm down, they're old friends," Professor Li quickly waved his hands, looking composed.
Then, the fat man among the three waved his hand, throwing a piece of white paper. The three then swaggered out, their movements fluid. This left Professor Chen and Shirley Yang stunned. Were there such foolish people in this world? Wearing masks and scattering a piece of white paper? What kind of place did they think this was? A graveyard?
"Professor Li, is this… a special surprise?" Shirley Yang asked with an awkward laugh.
"No, these three are secret personnel of our Archaeology Bureau. They are professional special agents," Professor Li said, without blushing or skipping a beat.
After Professor Li finished speaking, everyone present was stunned.
[Good heavens, since when did Zhang Tian become a professional special agent?]
[We actually interrogated undercover archaeological agents?]
[Agents recognized by Beili Archaeological Academy, these should be considered real agents, right?]
[Wait, this is probably just Professor Li's casual remark. Everyone, don't take it too seriously. However, maybe they will become professionals in the future.]
[Exactly, they are professionals, a professional team indeed.]
The scene erupted. Chen Xi was dumbfounded. Good heavens, grave robbers turned into secret agents of the Archaeology Bureau. How could she not be frustrated?
In the screen.
Professor Li picked up the paper from the ground. The others also looked over.
"This is a map of a large tomb, and he even marked the locations of the traps..." Looking at the detailed tomb blueprint, Professor Chen was dumbfounded. Was there really such a capable special agent? He wished he had a dozen of them.
Shirley Yang's beautiful eyes gleamed. Looking at the map, she thought of someone. Hu Bayi! Yes, one of the three men just now had a physique and height that greatly resembled Hu Bayi, her dream god for so many days. Hu Bayi had left a deep impression on Shirley Yang in the underwater tomb, making her dwell on it. And that fatty's figure, how could it not be? That walking posture was too distinctive. It was like a gait of "six in the left hand, seven in the right, drawing circles on the spot," a very "unique" gait.
"Could it really be them?"
"No wonder they've been missing for over a month. Did they go tomb raiding? But why would they donate the map?"
Shirley Yang's thoughts raced. With just a glance, she realized it might be Zhang Tian and the others. What puzzled Shirley Yang was why Zhang Tian and the others would donate it instead of keeping it for themselves.
"With such a detailed map, Professor Li, can we use it?" Professor Chen's fear of tombs had escalated significantly since the last expedition.
"They have helped us twice already, and each time they left us a marker. We trust him, and for the sake of cultural relics, we have no reason to refuse," Professor Li said, standing up. To avoid being preempted by tomb robbers, he planned to leave tomorrow! Professor Chen was a bit dejected, why didn't such good fortune come his way?
Shirley Yang was even more confused. Hu Bayi and the others had donated twice. Were they really good people? Could tomb robbers contribute to Xia Guo? She couldn't help but ponder, then shook her head, dismissing these thoughts. Perhaps there would be a chance to meet them again in the future.
"Professor Li, let us go together too," Shirley Yang said. Professor Li smiled and nodded. Then, a group of experts even started preparing train tickets to go to Beidong tomorrow. They definitely wouldn't be back for the Chinese New Year this year.
Meanwhile, with Zhang Tian.
"Boss, wasn't Fatty cool just now! Throwing the paper right in their faces."
"Giving them a big slap, showing our group's magnanimity and broad-mindedness!" Fatty said confidently, as the three of them removed their balaclavas.
"Fatty, we are a team, a team, not a gang!" Hu Bayi said with a dejected look. The word "gang" sounded a bit odd.
"Let's go back first. I'm going home for dinner tonight. Old Hu, you don't need to cook for me," Zhang Tian said. Hu Bayi nodded.
Soon, at the courtyard.
Zhang Tian returned to his room. Little Fox was squatting on the ground. Little White was petting the little turtle on the ground. Seeing Little Fox transform, the little turtle was incredibly envious. Seeing Zhang Tian return, the little turtle quickly shook its bell and ran to Zhang Tian.
"Ying ying ying." The little turtle's small eyes looked at Zhang Tian, full of longing.
"Didn't you promise to raise me? Didn't you promise to make Turtle Grandpa stronger? Didn't you promise to become the strongest Turtle King?"
"Why did Little Fox transform in just a few months, but Turtle Grandpa is still just a turtle? This is unfair!" The little turtle looked at Zhang Tian expectantly.
Zhang Tian felt a bit troubled. It was indeed not a good thing to have too many pets at home. He patted the little turtle's head.
"Turtle, if you transformed, what would you do with the bell? Stick it in your butt? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to shake the bell then, right? So, you're not suited for transformation."
"Next time we go out, can I bring you along?" Zhang Tian said gently. The little turtle's bell shook, clearly agreeing. Although it was a bit envious of Little Fox, the little turtle thought about what it would look like after transformation and then shook its head. The centipede in the bell would crawl into its butt to eat things, tsk tsk, it sounded exciting. The little turtle now had psychological trauma about transforming. It would rather not transform than become like that.
"Daddy, Tuantuan wants candy!" Little Fox blinked its big eyes.
"No!" Zhang Tian flatly refused.
"Tuantuan saw it! Daddy bought a lot, big, big White Rabbit toffees! Tuantuan wants to eat, wants to eat." Little Fox deployed its cuteness and cooing skills.
Zhang Tian, with no other choice, gave her a White Rabbit toffee.
"Oh yeah! Daddy is the best." The little one toddled on its short legs, lying on the bed, its little tail wagging. For a moment, Zhang Tian felt like he had really raised a daughter.
"If Mom knew I was a dad, I wonder what her expression would be..." Zhang Tian could already imagine his mother's shocked expression. His mother would probably be very scared, or very surprised...