Chapter 2499: Bold Guess! Another Microorganism?

It was very likely that his impulsiveness would cause other trouble, but given the current situation, Wang Wang Canghai didn't think that much about it—he had already stopped watching the live stream of Archaeology Team One and was focused entirely on Archaeology Team Two, so he hadn't seen the situation with the murals.

If he had seen how vivid and lifelike the oil paints on the murals were, he would probably have been shocked; at this moment Zhang Lin was still resting, and no one knew what kind of reaction he would have upon seeing these things.

However, one thing was certain—Zhang Lin's analysis of this matter would definitely be much faster than Wang Wang Canghai's, and far more accurate than his.

Now it could be considered another form of contest between the two; at least from Zhang Lin's perspective, he knew that upon learning of this matter, he would immediately have a corresponding guess, or rather that absolutely correct analysis—all of this depended on whether the matter affected by the mural paints themselves would be even more far-reaching.

If this matter was important enough, then Zhang Lin would definitely contact Wu Ya first thing, telling them how to proceed next; if the opposite were true, Zhang Lin would stay silent.

Because some things simply weren't important and didn't need to be explained in advance—he could just give the corresponding answer at the Xin Yue Restaurant, and this was the method Zhang Lin had always followed, never once changing it.

Anyone who knew Zhang Lin would never force him to make passive choices, and even if they stubbornly put forward such demands, Zhang Lin would pay them no attention whatsoever.

This was also Zhang Lin's way of telling everyone that he had no obligation to help the archaeology team—it was nothing more than a transaction of favors, and now, having come this far, Zhang Lin naturally kept an eye on the archaeology team's every move.

Except at night—but that was Archaeology Team One's own choice, as mentioned before; since Zhang Lin had handed this choice over to them, he wouldn't easily take it back, or rather he had no right to take it back; even if Zhang Lin didn't think that way, the Kaogudui Society would charge ahead without hesitation.

But Zhang Lin still didn't want to overstep his bounds—this method couldn't be used at just any time; once it was used too many times.

Then the thing Zhang Lin had worried about before would happen, which meant the archaeology team would likely face more and more choices at the end, and every time they saw such a choice, they would fall into deep indecision.

They would think about what Zhang Lin would choose if he were here, and what corresponding instructions Zhang Lin would give them after seeing this scene at the Xin Yue Restaurant.

This was the vicious cycle caused by such dependence.

But looking at the current situation, it was completely different—at least the vividness of the mural paints had captured everyone's hearts; after thinking for a while, Wang Wang Canghai picked up the phone; he didn't rush to speak, but instead listened to what Wang Cen on the other end had to say.

Wang Cen was very familiar, even using no special form of address, and immediately asked: "Did you watch the live stream of Archaeology Team One?"

Wang Wang Canghai couldn't help but be stunned again, thinking to himself that if he didn't know the situation, he'd think he and Wang Cen still had that coerced relationship!

They were still in a state of obeying orders, but reality wasn't like that, so Wang Cen had absolutely no reason to say this—it would only make people feel completely out of left field.

The next moment, Wang Wang Canghai said bluntly: "Wang Cen, are you sick in the head or something?"

This was something Zhang Lin had said to him before; in normal times, Wang Wang Canghai definitely wouldn't speak this way—he thought it was too uncouth—but subtly and gradually, through repeated contests with Zhang Lin, he had changed his own speaking style.

He also felt that sometimes speaking this way was actually more relaxing; if he kept putting on airs, it wouldn't do him any good.

He also wanted to try adjusting his mindset to be as relaxed as Zhang Lin's; at the same time, Wang Wang Canghai gradually realized one thing—he believed that at the very beginning, Zhang Lin would absolutely not have faced him with such a relaxed mindset.

Because at that time Zhang Lin didn't yet understand his own strength or the resources he could mobilize behind him, so that air of composure was definitely deliberately feigned.

This also served as a wake-up call for the current Wang Wang Canghai—since the other party could pretend, then he certainly could too; it was just a matter of who acted more convincingly, so the current Wang Wang Canghai was very clear on what he should do afterward.

Wang Cen didn't think much of hearing this, because although he had indeed had exchanges with this mysterious person, both conversations were over the phone, so he didn't understand the mysterious person's personality that well.

He just felt that he had betrayed the other party, and now the other party had also lost the composed manner from the beginning, which was why he had become so unrestrained.

The next moment, Wang Cen didn't waste any more words and immediately said: "You'd better take a look at the oil paints on the murals—they're brand new; we don't know what's going on over here; if you're willing to give us an answer, I'm all ears!"

Wang Wang Canghai had been about to curse him out, but he immediately reacted to what Wang Cen had said—the oil paints on the murals were new? He thought to himself, how could that be? That was completely unrealistic.

If the murals themselves crumbled at the slightest touch, or if there were microorganisms on them that could cause irreversible harm to anyone who got close, he naturally understood all of that.

But for the oil paints to look brand new, as the other party said, was absolutely impossible in Wang Wang Canghai's view; in fact, it was only natural for him to react this way.

After all, even if Zhang Lin saw all this, he would be puzzled—he hadn't guessed this point at first either; this was definitely not an ordinary matter; one had to know that what Zhang Lin excelled at in tombs was being able to predict many situations in advance.

And then, based on his predictions, give corresponding instructions, so as to help the archaeology team avoid many risks; if this kind of thing just disappeared, then all the efforts Zhang Lin had made before would be wasted.

In other words, in the entire rhythm, Zhang Lin had to control that ultimate initiative, and then put the archaeology team in an invincible position; even if they encountered corresponding crises, at the very least they could turn danger into safety in the end.

That's what "a close call" means.

But this time, regarding the mural paints being so vivid, even Zhang Lin hadn't made an advance prediction, which was why Wang Wang Canghai had such a reaction; however, Wang Wang Canghai quickly calmed down, because the more bizarre the situation, the more one had to see what exactly was going on.

What if this so-called situation was just a cognitive bias on the other party's part, and he treated it as a serious matter to ponder over—wouldn't that be too embarrassing?

So Wang Wang Canghai didn't say another word and simply hung up the phone; he didn't bother arguing with Wang Cen about anything.

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