I'm Making Trouble in History, and the Archeology Community Is Going Crazy

Traveling through the Cretaceous, I arranged a hanging for a dying Triceratops. The global archaeological community collectively broke defenses about the complete hanging death fossil. Hundreds of papers were written, but in the end it could only be classified as the number one unsolved mystery in prehistory. Traveling through the Cambrian period, I carved marks into stromatolites, and the paleontological world was in turmoil over this "unnaturally formed" trace. Entering the Yangshao culture, I buried a small piece of tempered glass in the sacrificial pit, which directly refreshed the cognitive boundaries of Chinese prehistoric archeology. When I went to Chang'an in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, I left a bottle of iced Coke for the Poet Immortal in the wine shop, which caused the academic circles of later generations to debate the "immortal jelly" in Li Bai's poems for decades. The whole world is frantically searching for the "ghost historian" lurking in the long river of time, wondering who left unexplained traces one after another in hundreds of millions of years of history. The national top-secret task force "Echo" has spent its entire life tracking the reverberations of time, just to lock in this unknown existence that spans time and space. And I, Lin Yuan, the instigator, am sitting in a rental house, watching the unsolved mysteries that are going viral on the Internet, and silently planning my next trip to make history happen. After all, I am just an ordinary person who enjoys history. Who can refuse to watch the archaeological community go crazy collectively for my random pranks?