Chapter 3059: So Disgusting! You Kid Are Nasty Enough!

As for the past, because the past must be left in the past, Wang Wang Canghai now had to look forward, and from the very start he had also been convinced that what he ultimately cared about was still the situation of Archaeology Team Two.

He had nothing to do with Archaeology Team One anymore, but instinctive curiosity still drove him to hang up the phone and immediately switch over to their livestream.

At the very beginning, when Wu Tianzhen produced the map hidden within the mural, Wang Wang Canghai had sworn he would never watch Archaeology Team One's livestream again, because the more he watched the angrier he got, and even that feeling of atmosphere was somewhat uncontrollable, but under the present circumstances he could only take things one step at a time.

He had to see what exactly this so-called fresh paint was; only by seeing the actual physical object could Wang Wang Canghai make a corresponding judgment, otherwise everything would just be empty talk on paper.

And Wang Wang Canghai did have other guesses in his heart, such as whether this mural was connected to the situation on Archaeology Team Two's side, or whether there were other microorganisms on the mural that had yet to be discovered and understood; if that were the case, Wang Wang Canghai might change his current thinking.

Of course, there was a major premise here: Wang Wang Canghai had to obtain some confirmation, namely that this microorganism itself was helpful to him; if it wasn't helpful, he wouldn't go to such thankless trouble — this point was certain.

At this moment Wang Wang Canghai's attention focused on Archaeology Team One's livestream room; he was even faintly looking forward to seeing what exactly was going on with this paint.

But when he saw the actual situation, he became even more baffled. Originally Wang Wang Canghai had believed that, relying on his experience, even if he couldn't understand the specifics, at the very least he could guess the general picture.

But now there wasn't even a general picture. First of all, he could directly see where the biggest problem lay — it wasn't that the paint itself had gotten onto their hands, nor that the paint was extremely vivid, but the issue of this point in time.

Earlier, inside the tomb, they had seen that although this mural itself looked as good as new, if the paint hadn't dried, at the very least they would have smelled something!

Of course, that smell itself might very well have been masked by the sulfur, which could still be explained, but why, under the effect of such heavy moisture, had this paint not peeled off at all?

The fact that the mural could still present itself in such a vivid, lifelike state was the most incomprehensible part.

If Fatty hadn't been so itchy-fingered as to touch the mural, this matter probably would never have come to light in their entire lives. They would have left afterward, at most taken a few photos, and no one would have cared what kind of state the mural was actually in.

But now that this bizarre situation had been discovered, naturally they wouldn't just let it go, even without all these messy complications.

Even taking a step back ten thousand paces, they still had to get to the bottom of the answer, and the reason was also very simple — after all, as an archaeology team, they still possessed that irrepressible thirst for knowledge.

And this was also their mission; if they didn't even have such ability, they wouldn't deserve to be called an archaeology team.

After Wang Cang walked back, everyone couldn't help but look at him. At this point, apart from Zhang Lin, no one could unravel this puzzle, and they had also become convinced of one thing.

Wang Cang, on the other hand, simply shrugged his shoulders, without concealing what he had done, and said frankly: "I called that mysterious person and asked him if he knew what the situation was here."

Hearing these words, both Wu Tianzhen and Fatty were somewhat caught between laughter and tears.

And Fatty, without the slightest hesitation, gave a thumbs-up and said: "You kid are really rotten, nasty enough!"

Wang Cang shook his head helplessly; he understood what Fatty meant. From Fatty's perspective, making that call was probably deliberately to provoke this mysterious person and make him lose his composure.

After all, he had already betrayed the other party, so there was no need to say any of that messy nonsense.

The harsh reality was laid out before his eyes, leaving no room for any quibbling attitude, yet he now brought up this kind of question instead — clearly he was deliberately disgusting the other party.

But Wang Cang truly hadn't meant it that way. No matter how the other party thought, at least in his view this kind of question was simply too commonplace; if the other party was willing to explain it to him, then he'd say a couple of words, and if they really weren't willing, then forget it — it was that simple.

In any case, from the start their relationship had been mutually beneficial, and in the end Wang Cang had had no choice but to be led by the nose by the other party. However, he bore no grudge against this mysterious person, because ultimately, although he had forced Su Nan into having to go to Archaeology Team Two, in the end it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

He believed that as long as Su Nan could peacefully accept his own death, then afterward the other party's path would be very smooth. From the start Wang Cang had been worried about, or rather torn over, this point: if the two of them ran away together, at most they could only eke out a miserable existence.

To Wang Cang, this kind of thing was absolutely unacceptable. He himself hiding and living in the sewers was one thing, but bringing Su Nan along to be with him — that was absolutely out of the question.