Chapter 8

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“Uncle Zhu, what should we do?” The blue veins in the young man’s head became visible, “Ten heavenly stems and twelve earthly branches can be combined into sixty time units. One pointer has one sixth of probability. But there are three pointers, and they all have to point in the right direction! The probability of it being right is too small! Do we have to try one notch at a time?”

The old bandit leader rebuked in a deep voice, “That’s not feasible! There must be a mechanism in this jade door, it probably contains mercury or another corrosive liquid. If the pointer falls into the wrong groove, everything inside the tomb will be completely destroyed!”

The young man was startled, the group of bandits were also stunned with this information, thus they all immediately fell silent.

The old bandit leader lifted his gun and pointed it at Hai Lan, he then looked at the doctor and said with a sneer, “old bastard, you surely must’ve figured out a method to open that door! Go ahead and open it, otherwise I’ll promptly kill all of your students one by one!”

Tears flowed from the professor’s old and wrinkled eyes and he glanced at Hai Lan, “okay, let me open the door, please don’t kill her. She’s a good child.” He said with a tremor in his voice.

Hai Lan was slightly shocked. That’s right, the professor had already guessed the exact method of arranging the clock’s pointers, after all, the Emperor in the east tomb’s death date was vaguely mentioned in the inscriptions. It was very probable that the date mentioned was the exact time the pointers had to point at. The professor loved her dearly, and only trusted her with his prediction.

A bold plan suddenly flashed through her mind, and she glanced at Qin Ge. However, she saw him slightly lower his head, as if he was thinking about something while he held Lin Siwei tightly in one hand and the bloody handkerchief in the other.

The handkerchief… She found it once when she was helping him do the laundry. She had asked him about it, he had responded that it belonged to his first love. She was surprised and decided to stop asking, he also didn’t continue the conversation. After that, she found out he always carried it around with him. She had always wanted to ask but never did.

On the day they broke up, she had kept her said her goodbyes and had gone back to their room to pack up a few things before departing. She had secretly taken the handkerchief out of his coat’s pocket and had exchanged it with her hairpin.

It was silly, wasn’t it? She didn’t know what the other woman meant to him, but she had stubbornly wanted to leave something for him to remember her by.

However, it wasn’t until now that she understood she didn’t have that kind of ability.

He stood there beside Lin Siwei and both their families. It was after all, his responsibility. He held the handkerchief firmly in his hand, he was following his heart.

No matter whether it was his responsibility or what his heart wanted, none of them involved her.

Whether it was the white moonlight in his hand or the red rose in his heart, neither of them were her.

Finally, she made her mind and calmly said to the old bandit. “The professor told me how to open that lock, so I’ll open it. There may be some kind of mechanism in the door, since I am his student, if there is one, I should be the one to bear the responsibility.”

In the blink of an eye, everyone turned to look at her.

Qin Ge glanced at her but she avoided his gaze. She noticed the shocked and envious expressions of those in the archaeological team. They were bewildered by the professor’s bias, he really told her how to open the door?

The old bandit immediately agreed. After they entered the tomb, he still wanted to rely on the professor, so this proposal was perfect!

The young bandit, along with another one, plucked the old professor from her side like they were handling a chicken. The professor choked with sobs and looked back at his student.

Hai Lan quickly rotated the three needles to their respective places in each of the densely packed grooves of the clock.