Hangzhou Museum. Wu Xie quietly put the bull's head in the museum and was walking to the car.

People come and go, mixed with noisy sounds. A few people came out of the main gate and said anxiously: "Jiang Bureau's car is here, hurry up!" ”

Wu Xie and Gao Shao walked leisurely, looking at the row of cars behind them, and smiled.

A middle-aged man got out of the car and asked, "What's wrong?" What happened? ”

The female assistant said: "Jiang Bureau, Jiang Bureau, a bull head from the Qing Dynasty suddenly appeared in the office!" As he spoke, he took the river bureau back.

Jiang Ju asked, "Who sent it?" ”

"I don't know!"

"Jiang Bureau, I don't know who the person who sent the bull's head is, I've already searched all the places."

"Check all the surveillance, you have to find it out for me!"

In the car. High put his legs on less, and said very comfortably, "Wu Xie, have you left your name?" ”

Wu Xie turned his head and glanced at Gao Shao, and said, "Have you seen anyone who has done good deeds and left a name?" Then, looking at him with an incredulous expression, "You're not going to leave a name, are you?" ”

Gao Shao waved his hand and said, "How is it possible, what do you want?" He turned around and took the things behind him and handed them to Wu Xie, "Now, here you go, wrap the rags of the bull's head." ”

"Why do you still have this?" Wu Xie took it, looked at it carefully, and said, "This thangka is a little strange." Tempting Gao Shao to poke his head to look, Wu Xie touched the edge of the rag and pulled out something, like a piece of cloth...

High asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

Wu Xie frowned, looked at the words on the cloth, and said uncertainly: "There seems to be something recorded on this thing." ”

Gao Shao was immediately discouraged and said, "Asi! I thought I had found something good! Let's go, let's go, I'm going to die of exhaustion today......"

"Why are you so inquisitive?" With that, he withdrew the rag again.

Wu Xie's house.

Wu Xie made the egg fried rice and said to Gao Shao, "Do you feel that something is wrong?" ”

He leaned against the wall and said, "Oh, look! It's been three days since I was able to anonymously donate the cow's head to the Cultural Heritage Administration, but there is no news report. ”

Gao Shao raised his eyebrows and said to Wu Xie, "What? Do you want to be famous? ”

"If I wanted to be famous, I would have already done a lot of donations." Wu Xie said seriously, "But for such a big thing, there is no movement at all, don't you think it's strange?" This shows that there is nothing special about this bull head. ”

High listened to it and was a little excited: "What?!" There's nothing special about it, so what are we sending back so desperately? ”

Wu Xie ignored him and continued: "Although it is a cultural relic, it is nothing special in terms of appearance, completeness of preservation, and archaeological value. If there is nothing special, why are the mercenaries chasing after them? Hunt us down all the way? ”

The two looked at each other and instantly thought of the rag.

Wu Xie put the silk book on the table and said, "If the target of this group of mercenaries is this silk book......

Gao Shao snapped his fingers: "Then there must be some information on this silk book!" ”

Wu Xie nodded, and Gao Shao continued: "Then will this thing be worth more than that bull head?" ”

Wu Xie sighed and said, "Looking at their menacing appearance, it seems that there is such a possibility......"

"Huh? Wouldn't we be going to the Cultural Relics Protection Administration again? High said.

Wu Xie shook his head: "Don't panic, we haven't figured out what the things in this silk book are!" ”

Wu Xie suddenly remembered something, his own family is in the antique business, why should he go to others to see it?! Pulled out the stool and sat down.

High Shao picked up his phone and took a picture of the silk book.

Wu Xie said: "Hey! You see! As he spoke, his hand pointed to the mark on the left, "From this side, there are obvious traces of tearing and seesawing." ”

"There are tearing and see-sawing marks on the left side......" High repeated.

Wu Xie looked at Gao Shao, who was fiddling with the mobile phone next to him, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Huh? Oh, I'm looking for someone to consult, you go on. Wu Xie glanced at him, and Gao Shao said, typing with his hand, "There are obvious traces of tearing and sawing on the left side, what does this mean?" ”

"Except for this side, the other three sides are very well preserved, indicating that there is a second silk book."

"Huh?!"

Gao Shao uploaded the picture of the silk book to the Internet to ask netizens for help, which attracted Chen Chengcheng, a beautiful archaeological girl with the other half of the silk book, which she found from her aunt's relics.

Wu Xie integrated the two parts of the silk book together, but after looking through the dictionary, he still couldn't understand the meaning. At this time, he received a text message from the third uncle, Wu Sanxing.