"Look, what's that?" Wang Zitong pointed to a dark thing in the corner not far away and shouted. More. 。

I walked over and picked it up. The shape of this thing is interesting, there is a hand-cranked wheel at the back for winding ink thread, and a round bucket-shaped ink tank at the front end, in which cotton yarn or sponge is placed to pour ink. The ink line is pulled out by the wooden wheel through the fine hole of the ink chamber, fixed at one end, and the wooden line is lifted and played at the place to be marked like a piano string, and the ink line is wound back with the rear rotation of the wire wheel. It's a pretty standard ink fountain.

On closer inspection, there are also unusual things about this ink fountain. The outside of its wooden wheel is carved in the shape of a lion, the lion shape is simple and simple, the forelimbs touch a copper coin, and a line penetrates from the two copper coins. Although the carving of the whole ink fountain is not very detailed, it is simple and unpretentious, the structural design is ingenious, the overall shape is simple and appropriate, and the lines are straight and rhythmic. It is very warm in the hand, like a 'jade' vessel, and you can see that it is an antiquity with a long history. If you put it up for auction, it's worth a lot of money.

How can there be an ink fountain here? And it looks like it's been used. The line of the ink fountain was a little wet, and there was still some undried liquid at the tail of the ink fountain, and I 'touched' and 'touched', and my hands were suddenly stained with some red 'colored' liquid. Subconsciously smelling and smelling, it is blood. It seems to be the same origin as the puddle of blood on the ground.

"Have you seen this before?" I handed the ink fountain to Wang Zitong.

She looked at it, shook her head and said, "It's not something in our museum. ”

After speaking, he lifted his glasses with some embarrassment: "Actually, even if you sell all the cultural relics in this museum, I'm afraid you won't be able to buy this ink fountain." At first glance, it is known that it is officially made, and it is used to reward craftsmen who have made great contributions. In the ancient era of discrimination against strange and "lewd" tricks, this kind of reward was absolutely rare and precious. As far as I know, there is no record of this kind of ink fountain in historical records. ”

"In other words, it's worth more than I thought?" I took the fountain and tossed it gently into the air with my hand.

Wang Zitong's face changed, and at this moment he was completely less reserved, shy and timid, as if he was possessed by the soul of history, he snatched the ink fountain from my hand, hugged it in his arms, and glared at me fiercely through the huge glasses: "Please don't treat precious cultural relics so rudely." This ink fountain has a lot of historical value, and if it is broken, we are historical sinners. ”

What historical sinners? I scratched my head in frustration, it was still in a remote corner with blood on it, and I just threw it away and became a sinner, which is a bit undeserved. [To download the e-book, please log in]

I didn't bother to bother with her, but said, "Don't you think it's strange how this ink fountain can appear in a museum?" And there are traces of use! ”

Wang Zitong was suddenly dumbfounded, she was not stupid, and quickly thought of the key place: "Is there a connection with the thief who stole the ancient corpse?" ”

"Perhaps. It can be used as a reference for this matter for the time being. "I moved my gaze to the plank 'bed' again. Why does a thief tear off the fixed rope instead of cutting it simply and clearly? Why is this fountain still on the ground? How exactly were the corpses smuggled out of the museum? And, most importantly, what did he do stealing ancient corpses? The questions are puzzling.

I walked over to the 'bed' and gently 'groped' my fingers on the plank 'bed'. Just as I was 'touching' the edge, I suddenly 'touched' a little wet liquid. When I put it under my nose, I saw that it was blood.

Even more suspicious, I squatted down and looked under the bed, and I was shocked.

The bottom of the wooden 'bed' was densely popped up with an ink fountain one straight mark after another, and the bright red blood revealed a trace of weirdness, which was very uncomfortable.

Wang Zitong also saw it, she gently tugged at the hem of my clothes, and whispered: "According to legend, the Song Dynasty poet Qin Shaoyou once gave Su Dongpo a riddle to guess. The riddle is: I have a room, half of which is rented with the Wheel King, if I 'shoot' a line, the evil demons in the world will not dare to stop it. The answer to the puzzle is the ink fountain. It is said that because of its uprightness, the ink fountain can restrain all the 'lewd' evil things in the world. ”

I turned my head to look at her, "Don't you don't believe in these ghosts?" ”

"I'm not believing or not believing, I'm stating a fact." Her face was flushed under my gaze, and it was not easy for her to finish her words once: "I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have seen this kind of ink fountain in a certain literature. Looking at the modeling, it should not be made for craftsmen. ”

I already had a bottom in my heart, and said lightly: "I'm afraid, this kind of ink fountain was rewarded by the ancient imperial court to the 'yin' yang master, right." And looking at the specifications of the ink fountain, the fame of this 'yin' yang master is very great. ”

"You got it?" Wang Zitong was very surprised.

I smiled: "It's not difficult to guess that the ancient 'yin' and yang masters all used ink fountains to ward off evil spirits. Especially when encountering zombies. Perhaps, I have guessed a little bit about the occupation and purpose of the person who stole the ancient corpse. ”

Wang Zitong frowned slightly: "Night researcher, do you still have the idea that the ancient corpse will be corpse transformed?" ”

"You're studying this ancient corpse, and there are so many strange and bizarre things happening on the ancient corpse, haven't you ever suspected it in the slightest?" I looked into her eyes, and her head lowered when I looked straight at her: "There are all kinds of strange things in the world, since in archaeology, the ancestors have handed down so many rules, and they are definitely not just empty 'holes'. I guess Professor Night might be suspicious too, so he called me, who doesn't have preconceived notions, to see what was going on......"

"Well, you, are you related to Professor Night?" Wang Zitong asked suddenly.

"Well, I'm his nephew." Suddenly interrupted, I scratched my head.

"I've actually heard about you before." She said in a low voice.

"Ah, that's it, hehe, I didn't expect me to be famous." Scratching his head again: "What did you hear about me?" ”

Her voice was even quieter: "Arrogant, narcissistic, self-righteous." Wherever you go, you destroy it. The geese pluck their 'feathers', get angry easily, and have a very bad temper. Not only do they believe in the feudal ideology of ghosts and gods, but they also blindly worship science. The whole is a combination of contradictions......"

"Stop! Give me a stop. "This 'girl' child looks low-key and timid, why is she so poisonous when she speaks! I was extremely depressed and said, "Where did you hear this?" Isn't Yexuan's old immortal! "Of course not, in the archaeology industry, you are really famous. It's just that most people's compliments on you are derogatory, and very few are positive. "Slander, living slander!" I was angry and helpless and puffed through my nostrils.