After coming out of Sun Qianwen's room, Pan Hongsheng grabbed a coat and went out, driving the car and arrived at the door of the history teacher's house in a red light.

Seeing that this secret was about to be untied, there was nothing but a woman that could stop his curiosity!

History teachers are old-fashioned and live in the Sihe Courtyard in the old city. This kind of Sihe Courtyard is said to be more valuable than the buildings in the city center. What kind of cultural heritage belongs to? There has always been a legend in the capital: a good Sihe Courtyard is more valuable than a building!

It is almost the dream of many elderly people to own a courtyard house. There are really few real courtyard houses, and there are very few that are well preserved.

Most of the courtyard houses left behind two centuries ago are homes of wealthy families. It is said that some residents can also find gold bars and jewelry in the eaves and walls inside. Decades ago, many people were anxious to change from the courtyard houses where their ancestors lived to buildings. Decades later, these courtyard houses have become popular.

Surrounded by buildings in the Sihe Courtyard, many developers must have their eyes red, but at this moment, the residents of Sihe Courtyard who have seen a lot of worldly situations are no longer interested in the slight compensation measures. Although forced demolition is common in various places, they are still relatively restrained in sensitive locations like Beijing.

Of course, Pan Hongsheng's car could not be driven in, so he could only lie in the limited space outside the alley. He saw that there were all kinds of cars parked outside the alley, including expensive sports cars. It seemed that the old courtyard house was not all poor scholars like history teachers.

It took a lot of effort to park the car because the cars inside were already densely packed with radish and pits. It took him a lot of effort to find a corner and stop.

Although he had been to the history teacher's residence once, he still went to the wrong door several times. No wonder, this alley is much harder to find than a building. Pan Hongsheng finally saw the wrinkled old face of "Turt Fairy".

"Oh, come here to visit so late!"

"Turt Fairy" was very surprised: "Now you young people are really used to nightlife! It's almost time..."

"Sorry, teacher, it's really a matter of academic affairs..." Pan Hongsheng suddenly remembered that visiting him empty-handed was an irresponsible thing, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed: "I'm really sorry for the teacher, there's no one at home, right?"

"Oh! Just me and my little nanny... no one else, come in..." The history teacher seemed a little reluctant. After Pan Hongsheng went in, he saw the little nanny at his house. He probably said that he was a big girl and looked so handsome. It was hard to believe that such a beautiful woman would be a nanny. In fact, it was even more unimaginable that the history teacher could afford a nanny.

"Xiao He, I'll talk to the students about something, you go to bed first..." The history teacher's words made Pan Hong Lei: Do you care about whether you sleep or not? It seems that this old guy is indeed well-founded by a girl to call a turtle fairy!

The little nanny had a slender body, wearing a red plum sweater, and quietly arrived at the side room. The history teacher poured Pan Hongsheng a cup of tea residue and asked curiously: "I'm coming to see me so late, is it still the same thing as the ancient books?"

"Yes, teacher!" Pan Hongsheng quickly took out the book and turned on the last page with blood: "Look at the last few pages, what does it mean?"

"I knew when you gave it to me. Isn't this a fake?"

It is obvious that the history teacher is not a fool, he understands that in his heart.

"Yes, this is the real product!" Pan Hongsheng said bluntly: "But you don't have to worry about where this thing comes from. This was bought by a friend of mine from overseas. Maybe this book itself is not valuable, but what is valuable is the secret recorded in it..."

The history teacher shook his head gently: "I think it's a bit unhappy. These contents seem to be just a private message. The sentences written are inconsistent and are not worth much."

"I know, but I'm very interested in this... Please help me translate it..." Pan Hongsheng said as he handed the bloody page on it.

"Oh, there's nothing I can do. Young people are very curious!" The history teacher's face changed at first glance! The loose flesh on his face trembled violently! The teacup in his hand fell to the ground and broke!

"This! This is it!" The history teacher suddenly trembled all over and couldn't even speak! He covered his throat tightly with one hand, his eyes wide open!

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Pan Hongsheng was so scared that his face looked like a slut: "It doesn't matter, are you?"

But the history teacher had already collapsed. After falling down, he murmured to himself: "Gou Chen...Gou Chen Emperor..."

Pan Hongsheng hurriedly bent down, but found that the teacher was already dead! When he died, his eyes were almost protruding from his sockets, and his tongue was spitting out long, which was very terrifying!

"Auntie! Auntie?" Pan Hongsheng called the nanny who lived in the side room. He called for more than a dozen times but no one responded. The house was pitch black and he didn't know what the person was doing.

The ambulance arrived in time. Seeing the doctor and nurse hang up the oxygen machine for the teacher, Pan Hongsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief when he sat in the ambulance.

Emperor Gou Chen? What's the thing? Pan Hongsheng didn't know what the teacher said about Emperor Gou Chen at this time, but he knew it must be related to the content of ancient books.

Looking at the teacher with a ventilator, Pan Hongsheng fell into a deep fog: What did the teacher do? Does the old illness recur? Why did the last few pages of ancient books give him such a great stimulation?

Where did that outstanding little aunt go?

Just now, when Pan Hongsheng sent the teacher to the ambulance, he kicked open the door of the side room, and saw that it was empty inside and there was no one there.

The doubts made him puzzled, but one thing he was sure of was that the ancient scroll in his hand seemed to have been targeted by someone!

This feeling was particularly clear when he left the teacher's house. When he got into the ambulance with the teacher, he seemed to have a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark corner, observing his every move...

When he turned around and searched, he was only responding to the darkness.

It was silent late at night, and the ambulance alarm seemed to be broken, but the lights on the car were flashing constantly...

The doctors and nurses wearing masks in the car all had cold faces and expressions, like wax figures.

"Doctor, is my teacher okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a recurrence of an old illness. His heart is not good and he has gone into shock for a while. We have given him special medicine and go directly to the intensive care unit later!" The doctor wearing a white mask was very cold, as if the voice was coming from the depths of hell.

Pan Hongsheng was stunned for a moment, then sneered and stared at the doctor fiercely: "Isn't it better to go to the morgue?"

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