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Chapter 11 Academic People, Academic Destiny

"Haha, what a coincidence, I meet you again, my name is Weize."

"Hello, Lu Qingfei."

Wei Ze touched the back of his head and smiled innocently: "I know."

Lu Qingfei looked at him calmly.

Wei Ze was wearing a police uniform, his face was still childish, and there was a special creamy look between his eyebrows.

"Ms. Lu, didn't you call Senior Jin Yu?" Wei Ze found a topic.

"No."

"Senior Jin Yu asked us for your contact information." Wei Ze was a little incoherent, "Of course! We won't tell her!"

"Thank you." Lu Qingfei said politely.

"But you are really amazing. The ceramic jar you made casually looks exactly like the lost artifacts in the ancient tomb!"

Wei Ze's eyes were full of confusion, "How did you do that?"

"There's no other reason." Lu Qingfei said, "It's simply because this is what I wrote for my graduation thesis."

Wei Ze was stunned by this answer.

What a simple and sincere answer!
The door to the new world is open!
Lu Qingfei didn't lie.

Before choosing the topic of her thesis, she did a lot of research, and spent a lot of time researching and studying it, and she became very familiar with the history and details of the colorful dragon-patterned porcelain lidded jar.

Therefore, in the world of cultivation, after leaving Wuji Sect and going out to learn ceramic craftsmanship, her first work was an imitation of a colorful dragon-patterned porcelain lidded jar.

Academics are people, academics are their lives, and academics are all blood and tears.

"Is that so?" Wei Ze replied stiffly.

He took the initiative to bring it up, so Lu Qingfei followed up by asking, "Are there still no clues about the cultural relics?"

Weize shook his head: "No."

Lu Qingfei rolled his eyes and asked again: "Are you relying on the evil spirit in the ancient tomb to find cultural relics?"

"This is a last resort. The tomb-robbing gangs all said they had never seen any cultural relics, but these cultural relics cannot have disappeared without a trace."

Wei Ze said: "So the senior specially went to invite Master Liu to come out of the Taoist temple to help us solve the case."

Lu Qingfei nodded: "For a case without a clear answer, it would be a good idea to seek help from a celestial master."

The phone vibrated.

Wei Ze gave Lu Qingfei an embarrassed smile, then held the phone to his ear:

"senior."

"What! Another artifact was found in the antique market?"

"No, this has happened for so many times. Every time I say it's true, it's not true!"

"Did the gravekeeper confirm it this time? Okay, I got it. I'll go back right away."

hang up the phone.

Wei Ze rubbed his hands and was about to say goodbye when he heard Lu Qingfei ask, "Is Senior Jin Yu at the police station?"

Wei Ze answered yes without knowing why.

Lu Qingfei asked: "Can I go see her now?"

Wei Ze was stunned for two seconds, then smiled and said, "Sure!"

*
police station.

Jin Yu was wearing gloves and holding a magnifying glass, carefully studying the colored porcelain jar standing on the table.

She looked at one place and frowned. After a while, her brows were furrowed tightly.

"Is it a real cultural relic?" The middle-aged policeman's back was as tense as a fully drawn bow.

Jin Yu has not replied yet.

Liu Guanyun said calmly, "This cultural relic has a very strong evil aura, it's almost certain."

Although he said it was almost certain, his tone was very confident.

Jin Yu stared at the colorful porcelain jar with an increasingly complicated expression.

"Where is Senior Jin Yu?" asked the middle-aged policeman.

"This colored porcelain jar is indeed a thousand years old. The glaze is bright and evenly symmetrical, and its appearance is similar to the colorful dragon-patterned porcelain jar."

Jin Yu carefully evaluated the situation and then changed the subject: "But I always feel that the taste is not right."

Jin Yu has done a lot of cultural relic appraisals and has always trusted his own judgment, but his judgment can sometimes go against his intuition.

Middle-aged policeman: "Didn't Master Liu say that this has the smell of an ancient tomb? The smell must be right! As long as the time and appearance match, it must be a lost cultural relic!"

"Senior, I'm back!" Weize shouted.

The only person present was the man sitting in the middle with his legs crossed who looked up at Lu Qingfei and Wei Ze.

The man was about thirty years old, with a crew cut, handsome features, and a string of red sandalwood Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Lu Qingfei met his gaze without any fear, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Mr. Mei, thank you so much for this time." The middle-aged policeman said gratefully, "If it weren't for you, who knows where this cultural relic would have ended up!"

"It is my duty to protect the ancient tomb. The tomb was stolen this time because of my negligence. Now that it has been recovered, I can rest assured."

"It's the tomb robbers who are blinded by greed..."

The middle-aged policeman heard the hidden meaning and stopped talking. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Mr. Mei, don't you want to be a gravekeeper?"

"No more."

Listening to their conversation, Lu Qingfei understood everything clearly.

Mr. Mei’s name is Mei Kaihan. He is the gravekeeper and also the person who reported the case.

"Senior Jin Yu, look who's here." Wei Ze said with a smile.

Jin Yu, who was still lost in thought, came to his senses and saw Lu Qingfei, with surprise on his face.

"Teacher Jin."

After Lu Qingfei greeted him, he looked at the colored porcelain jar and naturally changed the subject: "This cultural relic..."

"It's recovered!" the middle-aged policeman said first, "Congratulations! National treasures must not be lost outside, they must be handed over to the museum!"

Lu Qingfei tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Aren't you going to put it in the ancient tomb?"

"It was originally placed in the ancient tomb, but at the beginning of this year, it was said that it would be taken to the museum," Jin Yu explained.

Lu Qingfei seemed to be thinking about something.

"Can I take a closer look?" she asked politely.

Mei Kaihan was cold and said, "Not everyone can touch cultural relics casually, and do you know anything about ceramics?"

"I understand." Lu Qingfei's eyes were red.

Mei Kaihan sneered: "You think you know ceramics just because you watched a few short videos on the Internet."

Wei Ze advised: "This cultural relic is covered in mud and is dirty. It is not suitable for you girls who love cleanliness."

He was giving Lu Qingfei a way out.

So that she wouldn't be embarrassed.

Lu Qingfei said, "I have taken courses on cultural relic identification and cultural relic protection and restoration."

Liu Guanyun closed his eyes and thought, completely staying out of the matter.

The middle-aged policeman said earnestly: "Taking classes is different from attending meetings. As a student, you should be careful about what you do."

Lu Qingfei: "I'm not a student."

Mei Kaihan frowned and looked at her.

Lu Qingfei said frankly: "I graduated and now I am unemployed."

She had none of the anxiety and desolation that an unemployed person would have.

Mei Kaihan sneered: "If it's broken, you can't afford to pay for it!"

"A little girl is curious and wants to see it, so let her see it, what's the matter."

At this time, Jin Yu raised his voice and said, "If anything goes wrong, I will take the responsibility."

Being able to make an imitation with a 99% similarity, Jin Yu believes that Lu Qingfei knows more about the five-color dragon-patterned porcelain lidded jar than himself.

Jin Yu has already acted as a guarantor, so there is nothing else for others to say.

Lu Qingfei put on gloves and without using a magnifying glass, placed his hands on the porcelain surface, bent down and looked at the colored porcelain inside and out with a focused expression.

Everyone's heart was in suspense with her movements, fearing that the cultural relics they had finally retrieved would be damaged by her.

A moment.

Lu Qingfei's eyebrows moved slightly, and he said softly: "This is fake."

(End of this chapter)