I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 12 Silkworm ([-])

Fan Yu was still poor, but his cell phone rang.

"It's so fast. Could it be that he just lost his temper and called me specifically to scold me?" Although he said this, he still answered the phone.

Liu Rui's voice came over again: "I just suddenly remembered that there is something that we may have overlooked. Jade silkworms appeared very early in ancient times, and their shapes were not uniform. There is a kind of jade silkworm that has been discovered, and its appearance is It looks round and plump, and its chest and abdomen are separated by raised stripes. It seems to be a silkworm chrysalis, but its face has round eyes, and sometimes there are parts similar to tentacles. Many scholars also identify this jade silkworm as a jade cicada. Is it possible? That little girl made a mistake, what we are looking for is really a cicada."

"You mean we got it wrong?" Fan Yuzheng said, but He Si shook his head, pursed his lips and hesitated to speak. He couldn't help but sigh, "Hey, what time has it been? Just say what you have to say. , why are you so polite?"

"Not only did I see the silkworms, but I also heard the rustling sound of them gnawing on the carcasses, which was very similar to the eating sounds I heard when I was raising silkworms before, and..." He Si thought for a while, then continued, "I think, Sister Liu may be talking about tussah silkworms, which are also a type of wild silkworm. The domestication of silkworms by ancestors in that era was very limited, and the silkworms in their eyes were not the white and fat ones we see today, so..."

"You know a lot." Qin Jian's emotionless voice floated lightly, immediately raising the credibility of what He Si had just said to the full level.

"I happened to see it."

"Miss He is so humble. Did you happen to see the lotus pattern last time?" Fan Yu couldn't help but interject.

"I...my main research direction is ancient architecture, and I have a little understanding of these patterns."

"That's it, it seems like you can't be lazy anymore." The voice on the other end of the phone was softly complaining, but the action of hanging up the phone was decisive, and the seemingly non-existent beeping sound immediately filled the quiet space. space.

He Si hadn't recovered from the conversation just now. Qin Jian tapped his fingers on the table and fell into thinking. Fan Yu stood leaning against the door, looking through the opened curtains at an invisible distance, and rarely spoke.

He Si liked peace and quiet, and the sudden silence did not cause her any discomfort. Instead, she found her own rhythm in the familiar atmosphere.She knew that she could not provide any useful help in terms of cultural relics, so she simply reorganized everything from last night - from when she fell asleep, received the phone call, went downstairs, was in danger, fled in panic, escaped with the help of a little monkey and a name tag, etc. ...He Si suddenly became alert, and her originally slumped body straightened unconsciously. She remembered the figure she saw before she fell down after Yuan Yuan disappeared. The figure was dressed in white and handsome, and was obviously not the old court minister in front of her. It was the person who appeared in her visions several times.

But...if it was really that person, how could I appear here, how could he appear here, and how could Fan Yu appear here?

He Si's brows wrinkled tighter and tighter.

"What did you think of?" Qin Jian noticed something strange about her, and Fan Yu also looked away and looked at her curiously.

"No." He Si shook her head hurriedly. She mustered up the courage to look at Qin Jian, but what she saw was still the plain face.

"Miss He, your doubts are all written on your face," Fan Yu shrugged and mocked, "I just complained about you, why don't you remember it? Tell us what happened and let us solve it together."

"It's really nothing. I just found that my body was weirdly dirty. It would be nice if I could take a bath." He Si's heart was filled with uncertainty. She resisted the desire to chew gum and pretended to smile lightly.

Fan Yu looked her up and down again. Indeed, all the visible scars on her body were healed, but her hair was scattered and her clothes were stained with blood. It was obvious that she had spent an extremely embarrassing night, so he did not continue to ask questions and followed her words. The head said: "Go, there won't be any new progress for a while, let Uncle Qin take you to take a bath."

"Not too good." He Si refused subconsciously. "Are you still afraid of Uncle Qin..." Fan Yu's expression was artificial. He was about to laugh, but when he saw Qin Jian's eyes, he suppressed it and said again, "There are good things in Uncle Qin's bathroom. You can go and experience them."

She suppressed her smile, but the wretched expression on her face only increased. Now He Si was even more embarrassed, and two red clouds flew over her drooping face.

"I made a mistake in my judgment. I asked you to leave the hotel without knowing the full story. The relevant departments were negligent and did not arrange for someone to protect your safety, which almost cost you your life." Qin Jian seemed not to care about Fan Yu's words and turned to He said to He Si, "I didn't expect that the first thing you said when you woke up was to help us find the culprit."

"I'm sorry, Miss He, I was just rude." Before He Si could recover, Fan Yu immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake, his eyes sincere and no longer ridiculing.

"Let's go," Qin Jian glanced at Fan Yu and saw him standing respectfully by the door, then slowly stood up and walked out slowly.

"Go, where are you going?" He Si stammered and followed.

"Go take a bath."

He Si really didn't expect this answer, but looking at the serious figure swaying under the Chinese gown in front of her, she immediately felt calm.

A pair of footsteps, one fast and one slow, passed through the long and quiet corridor one after another. After turning around, they arrived at their destination. Under the orange light, He Si saw a gilt lamp in the center of the bathroom at a glance.

"Is this?" She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and then opened them again. In front of her was the quiet and elegant palace maid, kneeling on the ground, holding a lamp in her left hand and holding a hood in her right hand, which perfectly blended with the image in her memory.

"Is this the Changxin Palace Lantern?"

"It's just an imitation," Qin Jian shook his head without changing his expression, "It's up to you."

Lao Chaofeng said it calmly, but He Si's heart was not so calm.Is this the good thing Fan Yu said, just an imitation?
She also thought of Lao Chaofeng's underground work of secretly collecting special antiquities. He always said that all things have animism. These antiques and antiques accumulate the painstaking efforts of the makers. Human obsession will produce a special magnetic field, which may even affect his life. The user, now so rigid and indifferent, seems to be the ascetic-minded Lao Chaofeng who placed such a charming and charming palace lantern in the bathroom...

As He Si thought about it, she suddenly had a fascinating thought.

"What do you think?"

"Ah, no..." He Si responded hurriedly. Halfway through her words, she suddenly felt that something was wrong - there was a hint of ridicule in the other party's clear voice, which was obviously not the style of the old Chaofeng.She raised her head suddenly, and her old face disappeared, and she saw the face as clear as morning dew in her memory, looking down at her with a smile.

Oops, my Charles Bonner Syndrome is back!

(End of this chapter)