Cultural Relics Are Not To Be Messed With

Chapter 20

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The weather in early spring in Jiangshi is always capricious.

The sudden snowfall, which was neither winter nor spring, continued for four days. It was big and small. In Hong Ming's words, it was like God eating a bad stomach. It would stop and never stop.

Just when everyone thought that they were going to rush to the snowstorm of the previous years, it suddenly stopped the car, and the sky that had been hazy for several days finally cleared up.

However, it is said that the coldest day is not the melting of snow. In the few days after the snow, the temperature in Jiang City plummeted several degrees. The little sign of warm spring that was so hard to see before was like a cat's tail. Take it back.

This kind of day is simply the most terrible for someone like Qichen who is heat and cold. From the dormitory to the office building is actually only about three minutes away, but he still meticulously wraps himself tightly and tightly.

But even so, every time he entered the office and took off the scarf, his ears, nose, and even the eye sockets would still be reddened by the sudden temperature difference, which was particularly conspicuous against his fair complexion. Such a reaction itself is actually nothing, but in this office, it is so bad—

Because every time Hong Ming sees him like this, he can't help but tease him with words.

Although Qi Chen was constantly brushing the barrage in his heart, his face was always indifferent, and he couldn't see too much emotional ups and downs. At most, his eyes widened when he was surprised. So Hong Ming's favorite thing to do is to tease him to show other expressions. Once Qi Chen can't hold back, Hong Ming will always laugh with a sense of accomplishment.

And every time Uncle Long Yalong sees him like this, he always likes to find some bad things for him to do. It seems that when Qi Chen's heart is broken and there is nothing he can do, he will feel extra cool. I don't know. What kind of mental illness is this from

Even Shan Xiao, who had only been familiar with him for two days, was used to coming in and teasing him a few times before walking to his desk with a laugh.

This makes Qi Chen feel that he has suddenly become an office mascot.

At first, he couldn't figure out why, until he went to the archives room in Block B one afternoon to get the materials, and saw the file names pinned down there.

Those file bags that look like file bags are labeled with labels, from "Dragon Tooth, Tiger Wing, Inu God, Hongming, Mandrill" in the first row to "Kowloon Cup, Siyang Fangzun" in the last row, etc... The whole company goes up and down The names of employees he knows and doesn't know can basically match those on this portfolio, either homophonic or abbreviated.

In short... so no one is human!

Either the legendary artifact or the murder weapon or the famous national treasure-level antiquities, whoever is old enough to be his ancestor.

He suddenly understood the actions of the men in the office... Anyone who is used to seeing a group of old and immortal monsters, suddenly a small one, who is still alive and kicking, can't help but enjoy it for a walk.

Two days later, he saw the kind of seal he saw last time on the end of a document again. This time, he finally saw the words engraved on the seal—the Sanjie Special Cultural Relics Conservation and Supervision Center.

This is probably the real name of Guanghe Company.

So, after Qi Chen's world view was distorted, smashed and reorganized, among a group of ancestors, the broken egg was settled.

The office environment of Guanghe Company has always been clean and comfortable, with good lighting and greenery.

The drinking water device in the tea room is specially made. There are three huge machines. Each outlet is marked with a number, which corresponds to various types of employees in the company, such as Hong Ming and Long Ya, who are always in love with their weapons. The thing that looks like water is connected to port 3 of machine C... Of course, the ghost knows that it is not water, but what is it

He has been drinking water from the normal water dispenser next to him, and occasionally uses the coffee machine to order coffee.

There was even a refrigerator at the back of their office. Qi Chen opened it that day and found that it was stuffed with fruit, ice cream, and even a dozen of Hong Ming's face masks... There was a pile of milk and Tetra Pak-like things in the refrigerator drawer. , a bag is full. It wasn't until later when Hu Yi took a bag out of it to drink it that he knew that it was the animal blood in the bag, used to wake up the knife...

Once accepted, life and work seem less unusual.

Qi Chen's work is still so idle that he is embarrassed himself. From time to time, he helps Hong Ming get a document and a form, and occasionally helps to go to the cultural administration department to do some registration. For the rest of the time, he almost helped Longya search for the person named Chen Xiu.

It's a pity that, as Longya said, you can get a name by swinging a stick around the street. Even if the time period between 400 and 500 years ago is delineated, it is really hard to find. Because the biggest pitfall is that the region cannot be determined.

If it's just within the boundaries of Baihe Village, it doesn't take a few days. Qi Chen will be able to come up with a list of possibilities in a few minutes, and then contact him to rule out exclusions, and he will be able to help Longya target in minutes. But unfortunately, the old lady's son didn't stay in Baihe Village all day.

"Who is the leather figurine master?" Qi Chen, who was so confused when he was looking for someone, finally couldn't help but turn his head and asked Longya who was behind him, clinging to the desk.

Uncle Long, with his legs crossed, explained patiently: "The leather figurines are a type of witchcraft in the southwest, and the leather figurines are those who love to make figurines. , I happened to meet the leather figurine master, and I felt very compatible, and I had to rush people to be apprentices to learn this crooked way, I guess the old lady's son is one of them."

Qi Chen said: "So the leather figurine master is not a righteous person?"

Long Ya snorted: "What is the right way and the wrong way, it can't be divided like this. The crooked way I'm talking about is not the kind that you understand that the law of heaven is not allowed! It can only be said that the way and way of walking is a bit twisted, it is not orthodox, it is easy to go wrong, I I'm not used to it, but it doesn't mean that people's original intentions are evil. Just like this skin figurine maker, do you know where the skins they use are peeled off?"

Qi Chen shook his head.

Longya continued: "Those skins themselves are peeled off from the corpse of the evil ghost. A certain branch in the southwest believes that the skin of the corpse of the evil ghost is peeled off, and the remaining flesh and bones are used to refine the corpse oil. Soaked black sand is poured into the devil's skin, inflated, and then sealed. This is equivalent to reorganizing the devil from the beginning to the end, and the meaning of reformation. They think that this can quell the devil. So people's starting point is also It's not bad, but the method used is really disgusting!"

"After all this tossing, if the evil ghost hadn't been suppressed, wouldn't the sky be turned upside down?" Qi Chen thought about it and hesitated.

"Ruzi can be taught." Uncle Long patted Qi Chen's head in approval, "In fact, as far as I have heard of leather figurines, none of them died tragically. The fewer the reasons for the final disappearance. I want to know that the evil ghosts cannot be completely suppressed by their methods. That kind of panic approach will only make the grievances of the evil ghosts intensify, and is suppressed by the leather sculptor. The time is good, once the leather figurines themselves are injured and their strength is weak, the evil spirits hidden in the leather figurines will turn the sky when they take the opportunity. Just like the old lady's son, an ordinary person rolled down the hill like a dirt bag. , the bones are not necessarily broken into that bad state, let alone someone who can do magic?"

Qi Chen blinked and guessed according to Long Ya's words: "So you mean that his bones were not broken so much that he didn't fall, but accidentally strayed into the circled place and was crushed inside. When he couldn't turn over and was injured, his skin figurines took the opportunity to fight back, which made him end up like that?"

Long Ya made a "hmm" and touched his chin: "I'm more curious about what happened to the circled place than how he died... Hey, why are you dazed! Talk about looking for someone? Looking for someone, it's been almost a week now, where's the person?! Where's the list?! You haven't seen a single hair here, you're thinking about this?"

Team Leader Long, who blew up again in less than five minutes, knocked on the table with a "bang" sound. Qi Chen gave him a silent glance, and slowly turned back and flipped through the hundreds of pages of lists in the system, muttering: "I Isn't this trying to narrow down the area based on the nature of the skin figurator to see which areas the old lady and her son may have been to..."

Of course, although Team Leader Long has a trace of Zhou's characteristics, he is not without conscience at all. While asking Qi Chen to investigate, he is also searching for it himself. Even Hong Ming, Shan Xiao, and Hu Yi are all helping looking for.

It's just that none of these ancestors are patient. Even the laughing Shan Xiao and the taciturn Hu Yi can't do such a tedious and boring job, not to mention the flamboyant Hong Ming and the 10,000-sounding earth. The red-like Uncle Long has become a master who can't sit still.

In the end, it was Qi Chen who found some traces.

He checked and checked again and again, all kinds of research evidence, and finally made a list, narrowing the range of possible people to less than ten, so it was much easier to find.

However, just as they were looking at each other, Director Dong lost a job - Ling City, the capital of the next province, plans to hold a folk treasure appraising conference on the weekend, inviting people from Guanghe to join the specially invited experts at the scene for a period of two sky.