NOVPUBChapter 944: 451 History_3 Chapter 944: 451 History_3 “Okay…I’ll inform Director Lawson Grant.”
“Wait.” Vincent Linggo stopped her.
“Our Archeology Institute is so poor that we are barely making ends meet; our equipment needs updating.
Despite our low profile in archaeological work, the public often misunderstands our profession.
I even heard people online calling us tomb raiders?” 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
The assistant twitched at the corner of her mouth: “Most people understand and support our profession.”
“No.” Vincent Linggo shook his head: “After this public opinion incident, I realized something.
Either we perish in silence, or we erupt in silence.
We can’t be slandered in vain, I need to plan carefully…”
Lawson Grant was an archaeology enthusiast.
Even though he was still a high school junior, his dream was to become an archaeologist.
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He aspired to study archaeology at the best university in the nation.
His idol wasn’t a celebrity or a sports star, but an archaeologist named Vincent Linggo.
Lawson Grant followed his Twitter and subscribed to the public account of the research institute where he worked.
One night, after finishing his winter homework and before going to bed, Lawson browsed through the account as was his routine and suddenly noticed a new article.
Lawson was immediately intrigued, but was rather perplexed by the headline.
——A Mysterious Mummy Found in a Certain Manor!
Archaeologists Make Unexpected Discovery After In-Depth Research…
The clickbait headline seemed just like cheap ad pages on role-playing games.
Lawson, filled with excitement, clicked into it.
The article detailed a recent discovery of a well-preserved ancient dungeon in a manor, where a well-preserved mummy was found.
This held significant meaning for filling some gaps in the history of the Yue Dynasty and was a new find in the archaeology field.
The author’s excitement was palpable and Lawson also started to feel excited.
The Yue Dynasty, was only a few hundred years ago, not too distant, yet its history was very elusive and full of mystery.
This is a common sentiment among all history enthusiasts.
What happened under the sky of three hundred years ago, beneath that veil of mystery?
This curiosity held a unique charm, attracting countless enthusiasts.
Lawson left a comment under the article: When will the press conference be held?
Every time there’s a new discovery in the archeology field, a press conference will be held to announce the progress to the public.
The author quickly replied: Wait for the announcement.
Here’s a little spoiler, we will publicly release the facial reconstruction technology at that time, let everyone see how handsome a man from three hundred years ago really was.
Lawson rubbed his hands with anticipation, couldn’t wait for that day to come.
Currently, 3D computer technology had matured immensely, but it was rarely used by archaeologists.
The prerequisite for its usage was stringent: firstly, a well-preserved mummy must be available; secondly, the soft tissue thickness of the mummy must be carefully measured using pin pricking techniques.
Only then the reconstructed appearance would be accurate, bringing a sense of authenticity and historical participation to the public.
It seemed that this mummy indeed brought a great surprise to the archaeology field.
Lawson didn’t pay attention to entertainment gossip, so he wasn’t aware that someone had been severely maligned online, and he didn’t know that the discovery of this mummy was somehow related to the person being maligned online.
For anyone, it would be impossible to link these two things together.
Two seemingly unrelated people, would never cross paths.
Unbeknownst to him, dawn arrived.
As the first ray of sunlight fell on the desk through the window, the young lady rubbed her eyes and typed down the last punctuation mark.
She tidied up the files, which took up several gigabytes of memory in total.
She logged into her email, uploaded the attachment, and the message showed ‘sent successfully’.
Aubree Groove closed the laptop, laid her head on the desk, and fell asleep without realizing it.
“Pad, pad,” the soft sound of footsteps echoed.
Aubree, immersed in deep sleep, didn’t notice them.
Perhaps even if she had noticed, she wouldn’t have cared, because the person making the footsteps bore no aggression and posed no danger.
The manager woke up, saw the person, and was so startled that he stood up.
The man in front of him, famous recently, he knew what he looked like even without paying attention to the entertainment gossip.
The man shook his head, his slender forefinger fell on his lips, signaling him to keep quiet.
Then the man no longer regarded him and walked on lightly, despite his height, his steps are ever so lightweight, as if afraid to disturb the sleeping girl.
He took off his black coat and draped it over the girl’s body.
He looked down at the girl who was sleeping soundly.
Half of her face was showing under the sunlight, with light dancing on her brows and lashes, expressing tranquility and peace.
He gave a soft laugh.
His eyes seemed to ripple like a starry river, inexplicably tender.
He sat down across her, propped his head with one hand, and quietly admired her sleeping face.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the half-tall stack of books next to the girl’s face and a crease formed between his brows.
He flipped through the pages and found that they were all related to the history of the Yue Dynasty.
