When he returned to the reception room, he found that his master Wutong was still sitting inside. Seeing that the room was still dark, he stepped forward and opened the curtains, and then blew out the spirit lamp.

"Master, are you okay" After Jingkong did all this, he turned around and saw Wutong's pale face, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask him.

"It's fine." Wutong sighed and said, "You go and rest first, I want to be alone." ”

After the clear space was gone, Wutong closed the door and went to the offering table, lit the incense in the incense burner, and a strange fragrance wafted through the room. It is a precious ambergris that ordinary people will not be able to afford.

Wutong turned on the light, and the light became blurred in the smoke, and Wutong sighed heavily again, and took out a letter from a locked drawer in front of the offering table.

He took out a piece of letter paper from the envelope and looked at it, the expression on his face was very complicated.

If someone saw the contents of the letter paper at this time, they would be very surprised, because the content on the paper turned out to be a suicide note written by Wutong himself.

"It looks like things are changing again." Gotong muttered, then lit the letter and watched as it slowly turned to ashes in the censer.

Just as the letter was about to turn to ashes, the flame on the paper suddenly turned blue-white, blinking with the light in the room and then returning to brightness.

"You're back," Wutong said without looking back.

"Master, I'm back." The door didn't open, but a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind Wutong.

"Return to the mountains and forests to cultivate quietly, the world is not a place for you to stop."

"If I leave now, you will be in danger, Master."

"Why do you need to help the poor monks anymore, the cause of your own planting should be calmly faced with the results." Wutong paused for a moment and said, "What's more, you've been doing me a favor." ”

"I'm sorry Master." The Black Shadow's voice sounded guilty. "Give me another chance, maybe I don't know enough about human nature."

"Let's go, if there is a cause, you and I will have a chance to meet again."

The shadow let out a long breath and disappeared silently.

Wutong walked to the table in a daze, picked up the wooden box with the seal on it, and jumped onto the roof beam. Don't look at his old age, but he is like a light swallow parked on the beam, which shows that the light skill is very good.

Under the long shadow, Wu tied the wooden box to the wooden beam with a yellow rope, and he didn't know what was being read in his mouth, like some kind of scripture, but no one could understand it.

When the night got dark, in the Kunlun office, Ding Xiaolan picked up a pot of chicken soup, smiled and said to Jiang Wenhao, who was sitting at the table, "Professor, how about you taste this soup." ”

Qi Lu laughed, his eyes lit up and said, "The beauty's cooking skills are first-class, and I know that this soup is delicious just by this fragrance." ”

Ding Xiaolan glared at him angrily, and she really couldn't understand why Qi Lu didn't invite Professor Jiang to the restaurant to eat, but wanted to go back to the company and let her cook

After tossing and turning for nearly two hours to make this sumptuous dinner, Ding Xiaolan felt that she was about to be exhausted

Qi Lu pretended not to see Ding Xiaolan's angry expression, opened a bottle of wine, filled the wine glass in front of Jiang Wenhao and said, "I used to be a gluttonous gourmet, but I changed this problem because of a mistake in eating. ”

Ding Xiaolan mocked him and said: "It's not a bad habit to be delicious, smoking is a bad thing."

Jiang Wenhao heard that Qi Lu's words just now seemed to have some story, and asked him with a smile: "Eating is wrong, won't it?"

"Hehe, some Chen Gu is rotten sesame, don't mention it. Come, teach us to drink first. ”

Lao Wu also raised his cup to salute Jiang Wenhao with Qi Lu, Jiang Wenhao naturally didn't want to ask anything, so he raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup.

At the banquet, Qi Lu and Lao Wu took turns to toast Jiang Wenhao, Jiang Wenhao did not refuse, and in a blink of an eye, a bottle of wine was at the bottom, Ding Xiaolan was about to open a new bottle of wine for them, and saw Qi Lu signaling her with his eyes not to pour any more wine.

Ding Xiaolan knew that he had good intentions, and she was afraid that Professor Jiang would not be able to drink, so she got up and scooped a full bowl of soup for Jiang Wenhao, and Jiang Wenhao nodded hurriedly in thanks.

Everyone pulled up the family routine at the dining table, Jiang Wenhao was already depressed today, and as soon as the conversation box opened, he naturally talked about the past when he was an educated youth in Linjiawan in the past.

Ding Xiaolan listened to Jiang Wenhao talk about the experience of getting along with Lin Fang, and listened to him tell him about the process of being emotionally entangled for his studies at that time, and finally had to give up the past of love for the sake of his ideals.

After all, women are naturally delicate about feelings, Ding Xiaolan looked at Jiang Wenhao's slightly old face, and he could vaguely see the scholarly atmosphere of his youth. I thought of the photo of Lin Fang's ghost that Qi Lu showed him, although it was not bright and moving, and everyone loved it, but it was also a little beautiful.

Ding Xiaolan suddenly felt that Lin Fang and Professor Jiang were actually quite a good match, and if they could really come together, it would be a good thing.

Just when Ding Xiaolan fell into a reverie, she heard Qi Lu ask Jiang Wenhao: "Professor, you are an expert in ancient Chinese history, I have a photo of a cultural relic here, can you help me identify its origin?"

Jiang Wenhao asked: "Is it still a matter of Song Wenjian?"

"Not really." After speaking, Qi Lu took out his mobile phone and pulled out a photo and handed it to Jiang Wenhao.

Ding Xiaolan was suddenly unhappy, she still wanted to hear Professor Jiang tell her more about her relationship with Lin Fang, but this annoying Qi Lu came to interrupt. But angry is angry, she also leaned over to see what kind of antique was in the photo that Qi Lu asked Professor Jiang for.

When Ding Xiaolan saw the things in the photo, she couldn't help but be stunned, the photo was a statue of a dog-headed human body, and suddenly said in a lost voice: "This is not for you to investigate the funeral of Lao Cai"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Qi Lu's stern eyes drifting over, and Ding Xiaolan immediately swallowed the rest of the words into his stomach.

Although Ding Xiaolan had never seen the statue of the dog-headed human body with her own eyes, she heard Qi Lu say afterwards that it was a sacrificial statue found in the dark room of the mysterious villa when investigating the rampaging of the corpse in the funeral home. It has been seized by the police as evidence and sealed in the police station, but Qi Lu still kept an eye on it and took a photo of it in advance.

However, Ding Xiaolan didn't understand why Qi Lu asked Professor Jiang to verify the origin of this statue at this time, you must know that now he is investigating the whereabouts of Song Wenjian, this strange statue must have nothing to do with Song Wenjian, Ding Xiaolan feels that Qi Lu is not focusing on the key points and doing some trivial things.

Of course, Jiang Wenhao didn't know how complicated the story was behind a photo, and out of professional instinct, he stood up and came to his desk, carefully studying the statue in the photo.

After a long time, he raised his head and asked: "Is there a real thing?" After receiving a negative answer, he asked again: "The pattern is too small, I can't make out the details, is there a zoomed-in photo?"

"Yes" Qi Lu hurriedly replied, he knew that Jiang Wenhao was rigorous in his studies and did not comment easily, so he hurriedly turned on the computer and called up the original photos stored in the computer for Jiang Wenhao to see.

Jiang Wenhao dragged the photo with his mouse, looked at the statue carefully from top to bottom, and then said to the surrounding crowd in a confident tone: "Judging from its shape and carving style, this should be a sacrificial article in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and it is a rare cultural relic." If only we could find the real thing, it would be of great value to the study of the ritual culture and the ritual system of the time."

Seeing Jiang Wenhao's slightly disappointed expression, Qi Lu smiled and said, "Although the real thing is not with me, it has been properly kept." ”

Jiang Wenhao hurriedly asked: "Where is the statue now?"

"It is currently deposited as incriminating evidence at the city's police station."

"At the police station" Jiang Wenhao hurriedly took out his mobile phone and started calling.

Qi Lu was stunned for a moment, he realized that it was not the right time to tell Jiang Wenhao the whereabouts of the dog-headed human statue, and he underestimated the mood of a scholar who loves historical research when he knew about cultural relics, which was no different from the situation when a naughty child got his favorite toy.

Hearing Jiang Wenhao's excited call, Qi Lu smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't need to ask him to know that Jiang Wenhao's call was made to Liu Chenfei, and after dealing with Professor Jiang, Liu Chenfei would definitely turn around and blame Qi Lu for many things.

However, it turned out that Qi Lu was too worried, and Jiang Wenhao said to him after talking on the phone: "This precious statue belongs to an ownerless cultural relic, and it has been handed over to the Provincial Museum by the police station in accordance with the law." After finishing the work of Song Wenjian and Lin Fang, I must go to the Provincial Museum to watch and study. ”

"Ah, that's good." Qi Lu also breathed a sigh of relief, and he asked again: "Professor, do you know what kind of god this statue is sculpting?"

"It's not a god, it's an ancient monster." Jiang Wenhao said coldly.

"Youkai, why do you say it's a demon and not a god"

Jiang Wenhao returned to the computer, he pointed to the photo on the back of the statue with the mouse and said, "It seems that you don't know the eight words engraved on the back of the statue." ”

Qi Lu was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "The professor asked me like this, you must know these ancient words, what do they mean?"

"Weiwei is tired of fire, and only misfortune is respected." Jiang Wenhao read out these eight words word by word.

"Disgusted with fire" Qi Lu cried out in a lost voice, and his face was instantly gloomy and uncertain.

Lao Wu said with some skepticism: "Although I am not very proficient in history, I still have some research on ancient characters. The characters carved on this kobold, in my opinion, are not oracle bone inscriptions from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, nor do they have much in common with the original scripts of the ancient ethnic minorities at that time.

"Being able to say this proves that you still have a lot of research on the history of Xia Shang Zhou." Jiang Wenhao nodded approvingly, and then said to Lao Wu in a more confident tone: "This is indeed not the text of the Central Plains, but the Brahmi language. ”

"Brahmi" Lao Wu said in surprise: "That is the oldest script in India, how can it appear in ancient China"

"Perhaps at that time, there were already cultural and trade exchanges between China and India, and this statue was also transmitted to the Central Plains through this way."

Jiang Wenhao smiled again and said to Qi Lu: "Now you should understand why I am in a hurry to see the real thing."

Qi Lu nodded silently, the Shang and Zhou cultural relics that appeared in China are engraved with Brahmi script, and modern Tamil, Bengali, and Tibetan are all developed based on this script, and the value of the postgraduate examination is indeed immeasurable. But Qi Lu's interest was not in this kind of writing, he repeatedly recited the word disgust in his heart, and his expression became more and more solemn.