Kirin! ! !
I gasped when I heard this word.
Even if he says that he is a Japanese spy, I believe him, but he... actually comes from the most mysterious organization in the world: Kirin!
There is such a rumor among our student circles.
Why has China, a land that has experienced thousands of years of war, managed to preserve its many national treasures intact? That's because there is a group of mysterious people silently guarding them.
Anyone in this group of mysterious people would be considered an unparalleled master in the world, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, and finding dragons and caves.
But they all chose to hide in the darkness and transformed into unicorns that protect the country.
In the Qilin organization, ordinary members are called Yinlin, and elite members are called Jinlin.
The top leaders of the group wear black swords on their waists to show their glory, and are called: Black Saber Qilin!
Thinking of this, I pinched my thigh again.
The tearing sensation coming from the unhealed wound made me believe that this was not a dream.
Qilin actually exists, and the man in front of me who picked me up...
I timidly glanced at the knife at the opponent's waist again. The knife was so dark that it seemed to be able to absorb all light, and I couldn't tell what metal it was made of.
"Are you Black Blade Qilin?!" I asked in a stammering tone.
This time the old man did not answer, but led me into the car with a smile. He had already got the answer from my eager eyes.
The car drove slowly along East Street. The old man pressed a button and the curtains on the windows on both sides were automatically closed. Obviously he didn't want me to see where I was passing by or where my destination was.
I have long been accustomed to this.
When we archeology students participate in the excavation of ancient tombs, we will abide by local confidentiality requirements, let alone such an organization that never reveals its identity?
But why would they choose me?
I couldn't figure it out after much thought, so I simply closed my eyes and rested.
The old man seems to be a talker. Let me call him Lao Jiang. He was more nervous than me when he first entered this industry. He grabbed the dagger with trembling hands and didn't dare to stab the zombie in the belly, causing a scene. Lots of jokes.
"Later, I saw too much blood, and I was no longer afraid of it." Lao Jiang spoke with a smile on his face: "So you can take down the Thousand-Armed Rakshasa in 1102 by yourself, which is pretty good!"
But I always feel that the reason for me to join Qilin is not that simple.
After my questioning, Lao Jiang finally told me that Qilin consists of a total of 108 people, and only new members will be selected under special circumstances.
I would like to continue to ask about any special circumstances?
Lao Jiang suddenly stepped on the brakes and was silent for a long time before lighting a pipe: "My apprentice died half a year ago. Because of my mistake, I underestimated the grade of the tomb, which resulted in the consequences of his being hidden in the tomb. The golden retriever was torn into pieces..."
"I still can't forget it. His last look before he died was whether he blamed me for not saving him or whether he regretted joining Qilin."
"Qilin will always be one hundred and eight, so if you replace him, you will be my apprentice from now on!"
Smoke rings filled Lao Jiang's face, which was an indescribable expression.
We didn't talk anymore. The car drove all day and all night. I was woken up by Lao Jiang from a deep sleep.
After getting off the car, I was struck by the sunlight, and what came into view was a dark black west-story building.
This building has no sign or department name. It looks like a lonely tombstone standing in the middle of the wilderness.
With infinite curiosity, Lao Jiang and I walked in.
The entrance to the black building is a long corridor, with a man in a black tunic suit guarding the beginning and end. The moment I entered the interior, my jaw almost dropped!
Who would have thought that this small building that looks ordinary on the outside has been completely renovated inside!
There are not only foreign elevators, but also automatic lifting underground garages, and the sound of telegraphs can be heard in your ears.
Lao Jiang told me that the first floor is the intelligence department, which is equivalent to Qilin's ears. If a large tomb is discovered across the country, it will be placed on Qilin's desk as soon as possible.
The intelligence personnel will quickly calculate the danger level of the ancient tomb and rate it as ABCD, so as to determine what level of Kirin members should take action.
Of course, there are S-level ancient tombs higher up. These tombs often contain murderous secrets. If you survive a narrow escape, you must call on the Black Sword Qilin!
Following the direction of Lao Jiang's finger, I saw several people either wearing headphones and sending telegrams or translating Morse code. There was even a young girl with twin tails among them.
Lao Jiang took me up the escalator and told me that the second floor is the archives room, which is equivalent to the brain of Qilin.
Because the collection of books inside are almost all unique and unique in the world, containing a lot of knowledge about ancient tombs, secret books on dragon hunting, and confidential files on how Qilin has dealt with strange events over the years.
The third floor is where Qilin members usually live, but Lao Jiang did not take me to visit the west building. He said that the west building is the secret of the organization and there is no way for a newcomer like me to go up there.
After that, Lao Jiang gave me a change of clothes and arranged a small dormitory for me to familiarize myself with the environment before leaving.
But the strange thing is that he never told me from beginning to end, what am I doing here? Everyone in the whole building was busy doing their own thing, and I was the only one standing in the air.
I asked everyone I met where Lao Jiang had gone, but no one wanted to answer me.
One day, two days, three days...
Lao Jiang did not appear again for a week.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I just stayed in the archives room on the second floor, looking through the so-called confidential documents in Lao Jiang's mouth day and night.
Fortunately, the old man in the archives office seemed to know that I was brought here by Lao Jiang and did not stop me. He just glanced at me deeply and continued reading the newspaper.
And I also discovered a shocking secret among these confidential documents!
In 1921, there was a heavy downpour in the Heilan River, which caused a ten-meter-long dragon-shaped creature to be stranded on the shore and was discovered by local fishermen. Qilin sealed the place immediately, released the dragon, and found a North Sea Dragon Pearl in the direction in which the dragon escaped.
In 1925, an unnamed ancient tomb was unearthed in Yunzhou. The archaeological team did not know the depth of the tomb, which led to the release of a group of Xishuangbanna bronze-armored corpses, and the entire team was wiped out. Fortunately, Qilin arrived in time and punched nine holes in the ground to release the corpse energy, and then sealed the group of bronze-armored corpses.
In 1930, the foreign thief Anthony publicly killed the mausoleum protector, looted the Qing imperial mausoleum, and attempted to smuggle it out of the country. As a result, Anthony's heart was mysteriously taken away at home the next day. Only a black unicorn was painted on the wall, and the treasure was put into the Peking Museum without missing a piece.
There are many more incidents like this, and all of them were actually done by Qilin!
There are several large tombs among them, and Lao Jiang even led the team himself, because I saw his name in the lower right corner of the file: Jiang Donghu!
In the blink of an eye, I have been under house arrest in this dark building for two weeks. I still haven't seen Lao Jiang in these two weeks, and I just eat, sleep, and read documents repeatedly.
Qilin's collection of books really overturned my worldview. I didn't believe in many things at first, but when real cases were put in front of me, I realized that I was too insignificant in front of this world.
And the only secret book on the techniques of finding dragons, digging holes, and descending tombs made me feel that the three years I learned in the School of Archeology were in vain. Compared with these hard cores, what I learned was really a drop in the bucket!
I spent a whole month in a daze like this.
That night, when I was studying a confidential document on the excavation of Princess Xinping's tomb under the light of the archives room with a magnifying glass, a sinister face came close to my ear.
"Who told you to see these?"
It was Lao Jiang who spoke.
"I...I can't find you, everyone else ignores me, so."
I quickly stuffed the file back, unable to tell whether I was excited or ashamed.
However, Lao Jiang did not go into details and asked me to quickly pack a few changes of clothes and go to a place with him.
"Finally, do you have something to do? Tell me, what mission do you want to perform?" I hurriedly grabbed a few things from my small single room and followed him downstairs.
God knows how happy I feel now after holding it in for so long, my head is like a lark on the branch.
"Boy, don't laugh too early."
Lao Jiang looked at me with a smile, then took out a crumpled letter from his pocket and shook it out for me to read.
There was nothing written on the letter about where they were going or what they were doing. There was only one line: Big disaster in Xiushui Village!
The writing is very sloppy, as if it was written in a hurry.
But the intelligence officer's annotation on the back of the letter gave me goosebumps all over my body. My eyes went dark and I was almost paralyzed.
That's a huge blood-red S! ! !
