Chapter 3058: Bold Guess! Another Type of Microorganism?

It was very likely that his impulsiveness would cause other trouble, but Wang Cang didn't consider that much in the current situation—he was no longer watching the livestream of Archaeology Team One, focusing entirely on Archaeology Team Two, so he hadn't seen the condition of the mural.

If he had seen how vivid and lifelike the oil paints on the mural were, he would probably have been shocked; at this moment Zhang Lin was still resting, and it was unknown what kind of reaction he would have after seeing these things.

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

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

If this matter was important enough, then Zhang Lin would definitely contact Wu Ya at the first moment, telling them how to proceed next; if the facts were the opposite, Zhang Lin would remain 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, which was the method Zhang Lin had always followed, never once changed.

Anyone who understood Zhang Lin wouldn't force him to make passive choices, and even if they forcefully raised such demands, Zhang Lin wouldn't pay them any attention at all.

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 some transactions of human favor; and now, having come this far, Zhang Lin naturally kept an eye on the archaeology team's every move at every moment.

Except at night—but that was Archaeology Team One's own choice, as mentioned before; since Zhang Lin had given them this right to choose, he wouldn't easily take it back, or rather he wasn't qualified to take it back; even if Zhang Lin didn't think of doing so, the Kaogudui Society would charge ahead without hesitation.

But Zhang Lin still didn't wish 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 in the end, and every time they saw those choices, they would always fall into deep hesitation.

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 this kind of dependence.

But looking at the current situation, it was completely different—at least the vividness of the mural's oil paints had captured everyone's hearts; after thinking for a while, Wang Cang 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 without any special form of address, and immediately asked: "Did you watch the livestream of Archaeology Team One?"

Wang Cang 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 situation of obeying orders, but reality wasn't like that, so Wang Cen saying this had absolutely no basis—it would only make people feel completely out of left field.

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

This was something Zhang Lin had said to him before; normally, Wang Cang definitely wouldn't speak this way—he thought it was too uncouth—but imperceptibly, because of repeatedly contesting with Zhang Lin, he had changed his own way of speaking.

He also felt that sometimes speaking this way was actually more relaxed; if he kept putting on airs, there was no benefit to himself.

He also wanted to try adjusting his mindset to be as relaxed as Zhang Lin's; at the same time, Wang Cang gradually realized one thing—he believed that at the beginning, Zhang Lin absolutely would 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 calm composure was definitely deliberately feigned.

This also served as a wake-up call for the current Wang Cang—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 Cang was very clear about what he should do afterward.

Wang Cen didn't feel anything was off about this sentence, because although he had indeed had exchanges with this mysterious person, both of them were on the phone, so he didn't understand the mysterious person's personality that well.

He only 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 uninhibited.

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 mural—they're brand new; we don't know what's going on over here right now; if you're willing to give us an answer, I'm all ears!"

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

If the mural itself crumbled at the slightest touch, or if there were microorganisms on it that would cause irreversible harm to anyone who approached, 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 Cang's view; in fact, it was only natural for him to react this way.

After all, even Zhang Lin would feel puzzled seeing all this—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 anticipate many situations in advance.

And then, based on these anticipations of his, give corresponding instructions, so as to help the archaeology team avoid many risks; if this kind of thing just vanished, then the efforts Zhang Lin had originally made would have been 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 experienced corresponding crises, at the very least they could turn danger into safety in the end.

That's what "thrilling but harmless" means.

But this time, regarding the mural's oil paints being so vivid, even Zhang Lin hadn't made an advance prediction, which was why Wang Cang had such a reaction; however, Wang Cang 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 Cang didn't say another word and just hung up the phone directly; he didn't bother arguing with Wang Cen anymore.

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