Standing in the valley, watching Commander Bao board the aircraft, Chen Long felt slightly puzzled.
Actually, the DNA report could have been photographed and sent over, so why insist on picking it up in person?
Of course, considering that this is a military secret, it’s not suitable for transmission over the network to prevent leaks, so it makes sense for someone to retrieve it in person.
Mr. Bo just went to pick up a report, so why did he detect a meticulously prepared aura from Mr. Bo’s entire demeanor?
Washed his hair and bathed early in the morning, polished his boots, and wore a new belt.
Usually, Mr. Bo wears a white shirt with a light coat and wouldn’t roll up his sleeves to expose his arm. Won’t the wind be cold on the plane?
Chen Long was puzzled for a long while.
In the end, he could only conclude that Mr. Bo truly cherishes the brotherly bond, treating a simple report retrieval with such importance, bathing, and dressing in fresh clothes.
This is the bond of brothers who have gone through life and death together.
Bao Gucheng piloted the fighter jet, accelerating and climbing all the way up.
He looked down from mid-air.
The arrangement of grave pits in the valley was exceptionally clear, indeed as he sensed last night, it was an incredibly precise Hexagram Array.
Or perhaps, a closed-loop Alien Eight Trigrams Formation.
He recalled that last night, the soldiers who were digging the graves exclaimed at the last grave pit: "Damn, Commander Bao, this last coffin... it’s, it’s actually...an empty grave!"
As the name suggests, it only buried the clothes the owner wore in life, but no body.
The soldiers lifted the coffin from the ground.
Inside the jade coffin displayed in front of him, there was only a magnificent light golden robe.
His pupils inexplicably contracted.
A certain spot in his heart was tightly clenched with an indescribable feeling.
How to describe that feeling?
It was as though the robe had a surreal power, firmly capturing his gaze, even pulling him inside.
Just like the first time he gazed into the abyss of the grave pit, it felt like he was being dragged in to be devoured.
He barely managed to pull his gaze away.
Sweeping his eyes around faintly, he found that no one else was like him.
The soldiers were excitedly and curiously discussing this rare special coffin, entirely unaffected, not burdened by that funeral robe:
"Wow, from which era is this clothing? I’ve never seen it! Not even in TV dramas have I seen such ancient style robes!"
"This fabric, isn’t it made of gold or something? It’s flashing so much my eyes are almost blind."
"Golden thread clothes? Could it be the kind of golden thread clothes that gods wear mentioned in ancient poems?"
"Impressive... This could rival the tomb of Nuwa from the neighboring mountain, right?"
"Damn it, the issue is, why did those bastards who killed Si Snake bury Si Snake with the golden thread clothes? Normal people wouldn’t use such luxury items for an enemy’s burial, would they?"
"Let’s take it back to the Imperial Capital, let the archaeological experts research it..."
Sitting in the cockpit, Bao Gucheng’s mind flashed again with the image of the "golden thread clothes".
The faint golden gleam, even more brilliant than pure gold, seemed woven by sunlight, that kind of noble shock, beyond compare.
It was definitely a treasure-level artifact.
Yet he felt an inexplicable familiarity.
Bao Gucheng took a deep breath, pressing down the questions in his heart.
He was a tactical expert, adept at deploying troops and mastering the most complex and challenging situations on a macro level.
Therefore, he believed that all puzzles have answers.
The answer was not found yet only because the pieces of the puzzle hadn’t fully appeared, excessive contemplation was futile.
The Qingcheng City District was already beneath his feet.
He was going to see his girl.