I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 220: The Dagger Revealed (Part )

"How could that be?" Fan Yu was still laughing, and even took two steps forward to hook Qin Jian's shoulders, "I have always been frank with Uncle Qin and told him everything I know."

Qin Jian didn't say anything, and his facial expression didn't change. He just leaned sideways to avoid Fan Yu's arm and looked at his palm quietly. It took him a long time before he raised his head. A flash of smile made his ordinary face more lively.

"Uncle Qin, are you looking at He Si again?" Fan Yu leaned over, but naturally he couldn't see anything in Qin Jian's palm.

"Aren't you curious about what Ah Si saw?"

"I'm not curious," Fan Yu blinked and said meaningfully, "Uncle Qin, it's true that it feels like a long time since we last met. Don't worry, once we finish dealing with things here, if Uncle Qin is willing to volunteer, we will naturally welcome him. What is this called..."

"Different paths lead to the same destination."

"Right, right, right," Qin Jian seemed nonchalant, but Fan Yu heard something meaningful in it. After thinking for a while, he said tentatively, "No matter where we start from, we can always meet on the same page in the end. You are worthy of being Uncle Qin and Aunt He."

"It's a good implication. You make it sound like an endless cycle." Qin Jian added reluctantly, sitting back on the pit and closing his eyes to rest.

Seeing this, Fan Yu asked again tentatively: "Uncle Qin, you're not leaving?"

"Wait until the sun sets."

"Okay." Fan Yu finally heaved a sigh of relief. Because of this compromise, he completely relaxed. But when he saw Qin Jian stretched out a hand to him again, he immediately bent down like a servile man. "What's wrong, Uncle Qin? Any instructions?"

"That is the phenomenon that occurs when the film meets the cave. Naturally, you should let me see what cultural relics are on the film."

"Look at my memory," Fan Yu slapped his head, and walked to a small cabinet at the foot of the guesthouse wall. He opened the drawer, took out a thick booklet and handed it to Qin Jian. "I have prepared it a long time ago. The atmosphere just now was too tense, so I forgot the important things."

The small room fell into silence again. When the sun set, Qin Jian had already looked through all the cultural relics on the microfilm, and the Duke of Argyll had also completed photographing all the suspicious exhibits in the exhibition hall, interspersed with a few silhouettes of Guan Zihe, and of course, the fragment of the Yaobian Tianmoku cup that made He Si dizzy.

Because of He Si's reaction, everyone was curious about the fragment, but He Si suddenly couldn't tell whether the dazzling rainbow halo of light and shadow was caused by her Charles Bonnet syndrome or the magnetic field of the ancient artifact. After all, there was no strange phenomenon in the exhibition hall this time, and the picture she saw was very different from the dynamic scene with a theme before. It seemed more like the luster of the fragment itself was magnified by her brain. Now, this curiosity and uncertainty can only be confirmed by the camera in Agyel's hand, so Liu Rui contacted Deng Yizhi and temporarily removed the fragment. The group prepared to go directly to the darkroom and make a judgment after seeing the photos.

Qin Jian and Fan Yu also set out with them. They left the room the moment the sun sank into the sand dunes, and in about ten minutes, they were already standing downstairs of Cave 444 of Mogao Grottoes.

The tourists dispersed, the bustling scene returned to silence, the dazzling golden color turned back to the original brown color of the soil in the gradually disappearing sunlight, the Buddha statues, flying apsaras, and scriptures that had stood for thousands of years returned to the embrace of history, and the biting cold wind, with the unique wilderness atmosphere of the desert, slapped the two people's cheeks mercilessly.

"Don't look at Uncle Qin, the wind is strong, let's go in quickly." Fan Yu urged, rubbed his hands, carefully climbed over the railing, and walked onto the creaking wooden plank road.

Qin Jian was not in a hurry. He waited until Fan Yu had completely entered the Buddhist cave before he slowly stepped onto the plank road. Along the way, except for the rustling of his robes, his footsteps made no sound at all. "Uncle Qin is really capable." Fan Yu patted his horse as usual, stuffed the microfilm in his hand into Qin Jian's hand, and continued, "This is it."

The film rolled around Qin Jian's fingertips and he casually put it into his bag. He obviously didn't care about the carrier of this cultural relic. He just stood in the small Buddhist cave and observed it carefully.

This is a Buddhist cave built during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. The thick earthen walls isolate the cold outside, and the air here becomes soft and quiet. The outside is not completely dark yet. The last bit of skylight shines in from the narrow window. In the interweaving of light and shadow, the Amitabha Buddha preaching on the mural appears more mysterious and solemn. Qin Jian did not linger on the past glory and vicissitudes, but just glanced at it lightly. As the sky got darker and darker, he walked to the north wall of the front room, looked up at the upper part of the west side of the wall, and found the inscription left by Yoshikawa Koichiro.

The screen was destroyed. Qin Jian frowned, unable to hide the disgust in his eyes, but he still reached out his hand helplessly and gently pressed on the scratches. The damaged screen and the exposed wall, nothing else was suspicious. He reached his left hand into his pocket and gently pinched the roll of microfilm, trying to connect the two from the two ends of the long river of time and space through his body, but still could not feel any changes. The air became more quiet, but the night was getting darker and darker, and the Buddhist cave gradually disappeared into the gloomy darkness.

Did I bring too many personal emotions? Qin Jian thought, slowed down his breathing, discarded the contempt entangled in his heart, and tried to empty himself. He stared at the murals, imagining the mood of the expert when he was admiring and studying in the Buddhist caves, until the ancient gods began to whisper in his ears, but he still couldn't hear the Japanese that Fan Yu had described to him.

"Uncle Qin, why don't you try the enlarger again?"

"Okay." Qin Jian accepted the suggestion somewhat reluctantly. Perhaps he had been too dependent on He Si's visions recently and almost lost his ability to communicate with the cultural relics.

"Then wait for me."

Fan Yu said, and immediately strode out the door, but before his hand touched the door, the half-open wooden door suddenly slammed shut in front of him, and then a deep voice sounded behind him: "Where are you in a hurry to go, Director Fan?"

"Aren't you going out to get the enlarger?" Fan Yu leaned against the door, still with a playful look on his face, but did not approach Qin Jian again.

"Oh?" Qin Jian took two steps forward calmly, staring into Fan Yu's eyes and asked, "Why did you take He Si to the darkroom?"

"We're going to develop photos," Fan Yu answered with reason and even a little grievance, "wasn't it you who introduced the vampire's camera to us?"

"It seems that I was overthinking. I thought entering the darkroom was to get out of my sight. After all, there is no light there," Qin Jian said, and then changed the subject, "Then what is placed on the top of this eaves cave?"

"Uncle Qin, you misunderstood..." Fan Yu still had a smile on his face, but his body was a little stiff, and he obviously lost his usual ease. "That was... to trap the wandering souls in the cave."

"Or is it to trap me?"

The huge shadow of Qin Jian's body covered Fan Yu who was leaning against the door. He said nothing more, and slowly grasped the dagger that had been with him for most of his life with his right hand.

"You really want to trap me!"

"Xiaolin, turn off the lights!"