RNP Chapter 206 A Series of Deaths, The Curse of the Ancient Tomb
Chapter 206 A Series of Deaths, The Curse of the Ancient Tomb
This conclusion sent a chill down everyone's spine.
How could a healthy, daring young man in his early twenties be scared to death in the main burial chamber? What did he see?
Wang Tiancheng's face turned pale. He immediately ordered the cleaning work in the main burial chamber to stop and everyone to evacuate from the tomb passage.
He reassured everyone that Li Ming's death was likely due to a sudden attack of a congenital heart disease.
But no one believed this explanation. If it were a heart attack, why would someone have such a terrified expression? And why would they be bleeding from all seven orifices?
The seeds of panic were quietly sown at that moment.
However, this was only the beginning of the nightmare.
The next morning, the second team member, Zhang Qiang, died in the main burial chamber.
Zhang Qiang is the team's draftsman. He is 27 years old and will be getting married to his girlfriend in a month.
He volunteered to work the night shift last night, guarding the entrance to the tomb.
The person who was changing shifts this morning found that he was not in the duty room. When they went in to look for him, they found him lying in almost the same spot as Li Ming, and his death was exactly the same as Li Ming's.
Blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and his face showed extreme terror.
The forensic examination was repeated, and the results were exactly the same as yesterday: no external injuries, no poisoning, and the cause of death was unknown.
This caused an uproar within the archaeological team.
"It's a curse! It must be the tomb owner's curse!" A young female team member cried out in fear, "We disturbed the tomb owner's rest, and he's come to take revenge on us!"
"Yes! It must be a curse! Su Jingyuan was originally a master of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect), he must have placed a curse in the tomb!"
"We can't dig anymore! If we keep digging, we'll all die!"
Panic spread through the ranks like a plague.
Wang Tiancheng tried his best to calm everyone down, saying that it was just a coincidence and that there was no such thing as a curse in the world.
But no one listened to him anymore. Several team members packed their things on the spot and left the construction site, refusing to stay no matter what.
Having no other option, Wang Tiancheng reported the situation to the Cultural Relics Bureau. The Bureau immediately dispatched an investigation team and also brought in experts from Beijing's best forensic and disease control centers.
However, on the very afternoon the investigation team arrived, the third member of the team died.
the fourth.
the fifth.
In just five days, five young archaeologists died under mysterious circumstances. Their deaths were all identical: no external injuries, no poisoning, black blood flowing from their seven orifices, and their faces frozen in extreme terror.
Experts from the Center for Disease Control and Prevention conducted a comprehensive inspection of the entire ancient tomb.
The air, soil, water, dust on the tomb walls, and even every unearthed artifact were tested. No harmful substances were found, nor were any viruses or bacteria that could cause a person to bleed from all seven orifices or die of terror.
Top domestic forensic experts jointly performed autopsies on five bodies, conducting the most detailed examinations. The final conclusion remained: cause of death unknown.
All scientific methods have been exhausted, but no reasonable explanation can be found.
The idea of the "curse of the ancient tomb" spread far and wide.
Not only were the archaeological team members filled with anxiety, but even the surrounding villagers were gripped by panic.
In the villages at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain, every household kept their doors and windows tightly shut, and no one dared to go out after dark.
Some say they saw green will-o'-the-wisps floating in the direction of the ancient tomb at night, some say they heard a woman crying, and others say they saw figures dressed in Tang Dynasty official robes walking back and forth on the burial mound.
The local police station mobilized all its officers to patrol the area 24 hours a day, while constantly dispelling rumors among the villagers that there was no curse at all and that it was all a coincidence.
But no one believed it. Archaeological work came to a complete standstill, and no one dared to approach the ancient tomb any further.
The leaders of the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau were extremely anxious, holding meetings for three days and three nights in a row, but they could not come up with any solutions.
Some have suggested refilling the ancient tomb and never touching it again. However, the historical value of this Tang Dynasty tomb is too great, and refilling it would result in incalculable losses.
Just when everyone was at a loss, someone suddenly remembered the legendary mysterious department that specializes in handling all kinds of strange events.
749th game.
"I heard that Bureau 749 specializes in handling things that can't be explained by science. Should we contact them and see?"
The proposal was unanimously agreed upon. The director of the Cultural Relics Bureau personally dialed Bureau 749.
When Lin Jianguo received the call, he was reviewing documents in his office. After listening to the director of the Cultural Relics Bureau's tearful account, his face gradually darkened.
Five people died mysteriously in succession, the cause of death unknown, and cursed inscriptions were found at the scene. This has completely gone beyond the scope of a regular criminal case; it is 100% a paranormal event.
"Understood. You must immediately seal off the site and absolutely forbid anyone from approaching the ancient tomb. I will send my most elite team over immediately," Lin Jianguo said in a deep voice.
After hanging up, he immediately dialed Zhao Rui's number.
"Zhao Rui, immediately take your first field team, fully armed, and head to the site of the M23 ancient tomb at Qingfeng Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing. A series of bizarre deaths have occurred there, and the situation is extremely urgent."
"Yes, Chief! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Zhao Rui's crisp and efficient voice came from the other end of the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Jianguo leaned back in his chair and rubbed his throbbing temples. He picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and tried to calm himself down.
Zhao Rui was his most trusted subordinate. During his time with Shen Yu, Zhao Rui had learned a great deal. He also wore the lightning-struck peach wood sword personally bestowed upon him by Shen Yu. Ordinary vengeful ghosts and evil spirits were no match for him.
Logically speaking, with Zhao Rui involved, the problem should be solved.
But for some reason, Lin Jianguo felt a vague unease. This incident was too bizarre; five people died one after another, without leaving a single clue.
He hesitated for a moment, picked up the phone on the table, and wanted to call Shen Yu. But his finger stopped at the dial button.
Aside from spending time with his family, Shen Yu usually lives a secluded life and rarely gets involved in outside affairs.
Moreover, Shen Yu is not their babysitter; he has already helped them a lot. He not only helped resolve the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect's affairs but also taught them a great deal of Xuanmen knowledge and helped them cultivate talent.
We can't bother him with everything. They, from Bureau 749, also need more experience and self-growth.