The thunderstorm came quickly and left even faster.
Unbeknownst to them, the sound of the rain had gradually diminished.
Inside the tent cordoned off by the security line.
A few uniformed archaeologists were whispering among themselves from time to time, mostly avoiding the Judges from Judgement Place around them.
"Why the sudden order to pack up early?"
"Look at the faces of those people; something must have gone wrong."
"Seal all the documents right away; we'll wash our hands of what follows."
"Wash our hands? Weren't these documents supposed to be sent to our institute first? How can they go back on their word?"
The group was discontent, their gaze turning to the leading senior expert.
The old expert sighed, "We've got to be alive to take them away, don't we?"
At these words, the faces of the group changed slightly.
"Professor Lin, what does this mean?"
