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"What's that?" As soon as Li Mi came home, she saw her husband playing with her daughter vigorously, and she didn't even change her clothes. On the table was a colorful cardboard box.

The king straightened up and hugged his daughter high. "Do you remember Lu Lou? As for my middle school classmate, the one who went to Tibet to teach, I sent him something the year before last. I came back a few days ago, and my classmates got together once, saying that they were going abroad soon. At the dinner table, I heard that I like these weird things, and today I sent one to the company, saying that I got it by chance in Tibet. ”

Li Mi nodded noncommittally, put the dishes in his hand into the kitchen, and went upstairs to change clothes. When she came down to cook, she saw her daughter crazy in the middle of a pile of wrapping paper, and the box was on the table and had been opened.

"What is it?" She asked, as she started choosing the dishes.

"I don't know." Wang Zhi studied it carefully with a magnifying glass, and he was also puzzled in his heart. Lu Lou didn't say much when he gave him this thing, only said that he got it by chance from a herdsman, but it was not clear if he traced the origin further.

It is an approximate cone-shaped metal object, about 3o centimeters tall. The base is wide and gradually closes upwards, and after several layers of irregular ring-shaped decoration, it finally forms a sharp corner. The outer wall is decorated with many patterns by hollowing out, such as words. Because of the age, the color of the surface has almost fallen off, revealing the yellow body. It emitted a strange light, but it wasn't dazzling. Because it is hollow, it is not heavy, and the material should not be gold, Wang Zhi guessed that it should be made of copper.

"It's a beautiful pagoda." Li Mi finished choosing the dish and walked over and saw the thing.

"Pagoda?"

"yes, it's like the top of those Buddhist temples in Thailand."

"But it's from Tibet." Wang Zhi muttered softly.

After eating, helping his wife coax his daughter to bed, Wang Zhi took the "pagoda" into the study, and then took out his camera to take a picture of the thing.

He searched the Internet for keywords such as "ritual vessels, sacrificial vessels, Tibetan religion" and so on, trying to see if there was anything similar, but until late at night there was no result. He also searched for some photos of the Buddhist temples in Thailand that his wife said. At first glance, it does look a bit like this thing, but when you look closely, it's noticeably different. The style of this thing is much more rugged and looks more historical.

"It's 12 o'clock, and you still haven't slept yet?" The wife placed a glass of hot milk on his table.

"Right now, right now." He nodded sheepishly.

The daughter is very clingy and always wants her wife to accompany her to sleep. In the past few years, Wang Zhi has almost always slept on the sand bed in the study, which also made him develop the habit of going to bed late. And his wife had no choice but to send him a glass of warm milk every day before going to bed.

Drinking love milk, Wang Zhi posted on several collectibles forums he frequented, and several more senior Tibetan friends on QQ also went to the picture, but no one knew what it was. It can only be guessed from its source, perhaps it is a magic weapon.

That thing attracted Wang Zhi like some magic, and he studied it over and over again while surfing the Internet, and he didn't feel a little tired until more than 3 o'clock in the middle of the night. He reluctantly put the "magic weapon" on the bookshelf, and then lay on the sand bed with a blanket.

The light from the street lamp came through the cracks in the blinds and shone on the thing, giving it a strange charm. Wang Zhi kept staring at that thing, and he fell into a dream at some point.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the monk's muffled chanting.

The next day at work, I naturally didn't have much energy, but fortunately, the task was completed well in the first half of the year, and there were no major projects recently, so I was relatively free.

During his lunch break, Mr. Wang called a friend who worked at an auction house and talked about it. My friend was very interested, so the two of them made an appointment to come to the house on the weekend to study it together.

When he was about to get off work, Li Mi called and said that he was going to work overtime, so Wang Zhi hurriedly went to the kindergarten to pick up his daughter, and then went home to buy groceries.

This kind of office-kindergarten-home life is despised by many friends, but Wang Zhi is happy to do it. In his opinion, nothing makes him happier than an ordinary and stable life.

The daughter is 3 and a half years old, and when she is formally curious, she is annoying when she causes trouble. Li Mi spanked her a lot for this, but in Wang Zhi's opinion, this naughtiness was really pediatric compared to himself back then. Thinking of the series of terrible entrance exams that the children will face after going to school, Wang Zhi always secretly indulges his daughter's naughty mischief, and secretly laughs at every angry complaint from his wife.

Hurriedly gave his daughter a shower, Wang Zhi began to work in the kitchen, and his daughter was still making trouble by his side at first, but then disappeared. Wang Zhi looked around between cooking and couldn't see her, so he called her name loudly, and only relieved when he heard his daughter answer upstairs with a milky voice. But before he could finish frying a dish, he heard a loud "bang" upstairs, followed by his daughter's crying.

Wang Zhi hurriedly dropped the things in his hand and rushed upstairs in a few arrows.

The study was in a mess, and Wang Zhi took his daughter into his arms and coaxed her, rummaging through her for injuries. When the daughter saw him, she cried even harder, whimpering and saying, "It's not the pig who made it, it's not the pig who made it." ”

Wang Zhi comforted her softly and looked around. The glass top of the desk had been completely cracked, the chair had fallen to the ground, and the thing was lying quietly in the corner, with a large deflated piece on the surface, and it was not lightly broken at first sight.

Wang Zhi remembered that there were still vegetables stir-fried in the pot, and hurriedly carried his daughter downstairs.

This dinner was naturally very unpleasant, her daughter kept crying, and Wang Zhi couldn't stop coaxing it, so she fried the dishes. When Li Mi came back, he couldn't help but complain a few words, but he provoked his wife's ridicule.

"Now you know how good the little guy is."

Wang Zhi was embarrassed to say anything more, but muttered in a low voice: "Put it so high, I don't know how she climbed up." ”

The wife finally put her daughter to sleep, and when she walked into the study, Wang Zhi had already cleaned up the broken glass and was studying the thing.

"What? Did you break it? ”

"Hmm." Wang Zhi replied a little depressed. There was a large deflated piece in the base of the thing, and a hole that was not too big or too small to be broken. He simply reached in with tweezers and probed, only to find a lot of broken rolls of paper. The scrolls were already yellow, but you could still vaguely see that there were lines of text on them, exactly the same as the words on its surface.

Wang Zhi was busy laying out the shredded rolls and gluing them to a piece of white cardboard that he had specially found. He was going to sort it out and see if he could find an expert in Tibetan writing.

"Angry?" Li Mi came behind him and helped him rub his shoulders.

"A little." Wang Zhi replied honestly. "This thing looks old, maybe it's a cultural relic, and it broke it for her."

He paused, and muttered again, "This little thing, so high, I don't know how she climbed up?" Fortunately, it's fine, and it seems that I can't really leave her alone in the future. ”

Li Mi couldn't help laughing and asked, "It's not that you blame that friend." ”

"What friend? No one is here today. Wang Zhi was a little puzzled.

"Why did my daughter say that an aunt took her to play, and said that the aunt taught her to climb high." Li Mi's expression became stern.

"How is that possible!" Wang Zhi replied. "This chick is too bad to lie."

"But she kept saying that." Li Mi's tone was also unconfident.

"Okay, okay, how can a child take what he says seriously. Or do you think there's one? Wang Zhi couldn't help but laugh. My wife is good at everything, but she is afraid of those weird things, but she loves to watch horror movies the most, which makes Wang Zhi angry and ridiculous.

But Li Mi still felt a burst of coldness, as if something was peeking at them around them.

Seeing his wife's uncomfortable face, Wang Zhi could only put down the work in his hand and pushed her to the bedroom.

"Okay, my dear wife, you're like that. I'll sleep with you, right? He said with a hippie smile, and Li Mi gave him a fierce look.

When the lights were turned off, Wang Zhi glanced back at the thing.

It stood quietly on the table, and because it was deflated, it felt a little different from yesterday, and the scattered light seemed to be much dimmer.

You're really nervous.

Wang Zhi scolded himself secretly, but he didn't notice that he closed the door of the study for the first time in a long time.