I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 232: Reincarnation (I)

"He Si seems to like your gift very much."

"It can be considered as an inspiration I got from a friend." Qin Jian answered indifferently, put away the mirror in his palm, and He Si's figure also disappeared in Yanyan's study.

"Friends? Are they those people from the Special Security Bureau?" Yanyan asked tentatively, her eyes still lingering on the disappearing light and shadow.

"Them? I'm afraid they can no longer be considered friends."

"Who is that?" Yanyan scratched his head a little embarrassedly, as if realizing that he had crossed the line, "Sorry, I usually write things and I am used to getting to the bottom of things."

"No problem. For a deceased person, it's too much to call him a friend." Qin Jian thought for a moment and said, "He recited a poem before he disappeared, and used his last vitality to awaken the loquat tree he planted for his wife."

"There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. It was planted by my wife the year she died. It is now as tall as a canopy."

"you know?"

"Ah?" Yanyan seemed to have just woken up from a dream and quickly waved her hands and said, "When I heard you say it was a loquat tree, I naturally thought of this poem."

“That’s the poem he was reading at the time.”

After a while, Yanyan realized that Qin Jian was talking to her, and hurriedly said: "Ah... Is it also the power of some kind of cultural relic? Did he and his lover disappear in the end?"

"Yeah." Qin Jian nodded, showing no emotion, but he said no more.

"It's not a bad thing that they are reunited in another world," Yanyan said, then changed the subject, "Besides, your ending will not be the same as theirs, you and He Si."

Qin Jian turned to look at Yanyan after hearing sincere and firm words with a cheerful look that only a young girl can have. He had never seriously looked at this female writer who was a little famous on the Internet. Even in cases related to her, when he was fighting with her pen in her field, Qin Jian did not have a special impression of her. He Si seemed to have a good impression of her, but Qin Jian only felt that she was very arrogant and murderous, and he did not like her in his heart. However, he had to admit that she had an open mind, was quick to react, and was a good writer. But now, looking at her penetrating eyes that saw through everything, Qin Jian suddenly didn't know why he had always ignored her existence before, and why the entire Special Security Bureau completely ignored this girl - she was obviously a person with a strong sense of presence.

"He Si and I still have a hurdle to overcome." He thought about it, paused his thoughts, and brought up a bland topic.

"Every difficulty will be overcome," Yanyan smiled brightly, "You will recover your memory, then find He Si, and together we will defeat Deng Yizhi's conspiracy."

"Lend your auspicious words."

"Oh, you're so cold. No matter how hard I try, I can't warm you up," Yanyan sighed, "You really act like an old man."

Qin Jian did not respond to her words, but straightened his mind and asked, "You said I had looked for you and asked you to save me, but did you say when and when?"

"Of course not, you're not a fortune teller." Yanyan said mysteriously, stretching out her hand and showing Qin Jian what was in her palm, "You gave me this."

A bronze object lay in Yanyan's palm. It was something Qin Jian was very familiar with. He had once given He Si an identical amulet.

"This..." "Is it similar to the thing in your palm?"

"Not really."

"Don't they look like it?" Yanyan pouted in confusion, her eyes moving away from Qin Jian and onto her own hands. "What is this? I was collecting information this afternoon, and this piece of metal suddenly lit up and turned into a small mirror. I asked you before when I would come to rescue you, and you said you would know when the time came. I thought this was the time, but I didn't expect to meet you trapped."

"This is a key that connects the owner of the key to me."

"So that's how it is." Yanyan nodded, as if something had suddenly dawned on her.

"You asked me to take something that was once here. What was it?"

"It's a method that can completely restore your memory."

"Oh?" Qin Jian's cold expression finally changed, his eyes lit up, "What method is it?"

"It's still an antique, but this time we need two," Yanyan paused after speaking, as if observing Qin Jian's reaction. Seeing that he was looking at her seriously, she continued, "One can hold the memory of the soul. That antique has been with you for a long time. The life you have forgotten is actually hidden in it, but you don't know how to read it. So the other antique must have the ability to unfold the folded time and space layer by layer, allowing you to enter the reincarnation again and experience your forgotten memories again."

Qin Jian pondered for a while before saying, "It can hold the memory of souls and has been with me for a long time. Could it be a soul bottle?"

"Yes, after you told me that, I also looked up some information. The stacked barn jar is a funerary object specially made for burial. It is also called a soul bottle, which means to collect the souls of the dead." Yanyan nodded and continued, "It is said to collect the souls of the dead, but now it is used to collect the spirits of cultural relics, and you... happen to be a mirror spirit."

"Indeed, but what is the thing that can start the reincarnation?"

"A masterpiece by Zhou Wenju of the Five Dynasties, a chess game on a double screen."

Yanyan answered directly, but Qin Jian was stunned. After a long time, he said, "I never thought that the missing item was actually the chess diagram."

"You probably thought of that." Yanyan made a face, looking quirky. "But this national treasure is really amazing. It's a painting with three pictures. The main picture is Li Jing, the emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and his four brothers playing and watching chess. The second picture is on the screen behind them, which is Bai Juyi's "Occassional Sleep". And there is another screen in the screen, which is the third painting. It depicts a clear and elegant landscape. There are paintings within paintings, which are integrated and compress space and time onto a plane. It's a bit like Inception - a very famous movie with embedded time and space."

Qin Jian certainly hadn't seen Inception, but he had seen the Chess Game on the Double Screen. He said with some surprise, "I didn't expect Miss Tan to have such insights into ancient paintings. Indeed, the three layers of time and space in this painting are linked together and progress layer by layer, showing an infinite derivative meaning, which is indeed in line with the characteristics of the second ancient artifact you mentioned."

"Everyone says just call me Yanyan, I'm used to it, and besides..." Yanyan shrugged and said a little embarrassedly, "I only studied this painting after you mentioned it. When I first saw it, I thought the four men in front of the chessboard and the four women in the painting were in the same time and space. It was only after reading the famous painting appreciation that I could understand the mystery."

"It's not your fault. The painter deliberately set up a visual trap when painting. The furniture and objects in the multiple spaces all use the same perspective angle. It's inevitable that the first viewer will be confused."

"Haha, that's right," Yanyan laughed heartily, "I'm just showing off my skills in front of an expert."

"It's serious. If it weren't for Miss Tan, I would probably still be in a bigger predicament. Now it seems that it's time to go to the Palace Museum."