I followed Curator Qian upstairs.

It is hard to imagine that the director of a provincial museum would live in such an old residential building.

His incorruptibility is probably not pretended.

"My wife passed away early, and my daughter doesn't come home often after work, and there is no one to clean up, so you can find a place to sit for a while." Curator Qian greeted me warmly.

The room of more than 60 square meters is indeed a little messy, but it is not dirty.

Because the mess is all books, all over the place, like a thief in a library.

On the wall in front of the living room hung a photo of a family of three, and Director Qian was still very young at that time.

On both sides of the group photo, there are countless honorary certificates.

Curator Qian came out of the house, brought me a bottle of mineral water, and in the other hand held a yellowed, very thick book.

He sat down, put the book in his hand on the coffee table and said, "Yesterday the office was all surveillance, and I couldn't answer the questions you asked." ”

"Does your job require you not to talk nonsense?" I asked, a little surprised.

"That's for sure, we have to speak with reason and evidence, and there is physical evidence. The cultural knowledge left to future generations is not tolerated with nonsense. ”

He opened the book in his hand as he spoke.

I was blown away by an old photo posted on the first page.

The background of the photo is the endless sea.

The main character is a giant turtle.

Judging from the fishing boats on the side, the big turtle is lying on the ground five or six meters high, and its back is as big as a small hill.

"Curator Qian, is this big turtle photo real?"

Director Qian pointed to the photo and said: "This was taken by an old friend of mine in his early years, but after it was published, it was not believed, and he died of depression. The picture ended up in my hands. ”

"Now it's okay, everyone can speak freely, and as a result, a lot of evidence has also been destroyed."

Recalling the years of burning passion, Director Qian was also quite emotional and a little distracted.

Coming back to his senses, Curator Qian smiled and said, "This is not a turtle, it's a turtle." ”

Maybe it's the reason for living alone, the old curator is very good at talking.

In every photo in the book, he can tell a story.

The content of the story also attracted me deeply.

When I turned to the last few pages, it was not early, and I couldn't help but feel a little anxious when I thought that Xiaocui and I had agreed to go back to dinner.

But until now, Curator Qian didn't say anything related to Fang Shi.

Seeing that I was a little anxious, Director Qian sped up the speed of flipping through the book, and soon, a yellowed old photo caught my eye again.

It was a stone monument standing on a reef.

The stele is so black that in the black-and-white photographs, the pure white veins engraved on it are also very clear.

I took a deep breath and suddenly came to my senses.

Because the veins on the stele are the totems on the black human skin.

Curator Qian took out a piece of paper from behind the photo, handed it to me, and said, "This is a rubbing that I reproduced from the photo, you can take it back and take a look." ”

I didn't reach for it, because I wasn't here to find any clues, just to find out.

"Curator Qian, is there really an undead clan in the East China Sea?" I asked, staring at the picture.

Curator Qian said: "The strange beasts you saw before were all found in the sea near the stone stele, and they lived for thousands of years, and some even ten thousand years. ”

"And similar discoveries are not new to modern times, according to legend, Qin Shi Huang also saw a big turtle on the coast of the East China Sea, on which lay a strange person, claiming to be from the East China Sea Immortal Island, has lived for three thousand years."

"Qin Shi Huang approached this strange man alone, chatted for several days, and finally in a night of heavy rain and lightning and thunder, the giant turtle and the strange man disappeared together."

I've never heard of this, but this is something that came out of the mouth of Curator Qian, and even if there is no conclusive evidence, it is extremely credible.

Curator Qian continued: "Since then, Qin Shi Huang has been fascinated by eternal life, not only recruiting warlocks in the country, but also building a big ship at the expense of the people and money, and ordering Xu Fu to take five hundred boys and five hundred virgins to the east to find immortals. ”

"It's also a coincidence, since Xu Fu crossed to the east, Fangshu has spread in Kyushu, and in the Eastern Han Dynasty, there are also famous demons such as Zuo Ci, Zhang Jiao, and Yu Ji, in fact, they are Fangshi."

I was puzzled and asked, "Old Qian, do you mean that Xu Fu found Xiandao?" ”

Curator Qian nodded and said, "Xu Fu Dongdu, in fact, he came back a few times during the period, and Fang Shu should be what he brought back from overseas." One thing is certain, though, he hasn't found a way to live forever. In order to survive, he never returned to Kyushu after he left for the last time. ”

Curator Qian's narration opened my eyes.

Today's trip is worth it.

Curator Qian also told the story of Zuo Ci and Yu Ji.

These people can be said to be the existence of near demons.

But to find relevant evidence, it can be said that it is impossible to find it in the whole country. These things are like the ghosts we come into contact with, and everyone who sees them believes them, but no one believes them when they say them.

Seeing that it was time for lunch, Mr. Qian left me to eat.

I didn't say it, I thought to myself, you have been chatting with me for a long time, and now you are going to cook, and you can't finish eating in the afternoon?

Seeing that I was leaving, Qian Lao was a little unsatisfied, took my hand and said, "Li Yang, you can come and chat with me when you have time." ”

Curator Qian has the loneliness of staying alone in the empty room, and the grievance of not vomiting unhappily in his heart.

After all, there are some things that will become a joke if he says it as him, but it's uncomfortable not to say it.

It's rare to have a small audience, so Qian Lao likes me very much.

Before leaving, Curator Qian gave me a big book, saying that these things are a mythical story in his hands, and in my hands, there may be a day when the truth will be revealed.

I didn't refuse, and brought the big book with me.

When I went out with a greeting, I closed the door, and Director Qian suddenly pushed the door open and called out to me.

He hurried back to the house, and after a few minutes, he took out something wrapped in a red cloth, stuffed it into my hand, and said, "Patronizing and chatting, I almost forgot about this thing, you take it back and look at it again, don't open it on the way." ”

I was a little happy, thinking that this old man wouldn't be sending me an antique, would he?

Then I'll make a fortune.

I took it and held it in my arms and felt a box under the red cloth.

Along the way, I couldn't hide my curiosity and tried to open it several times, but I still restrained it.

Take a taxi back home.

Aunt Su Yimei was cooking, and Huang Xian'er and Xiaocui followed behind, learning to cook very seriously like a primary school student going to school.

When Huang Jiu saw me coming back, he jumped on my shoulder and asked, "How is the matter with the bronze mirror?" ”

"There's no hurry!"

I didn't say anything about the bronze mirror at all, not that I forgot, but when I saw the situation in Director Qian's house, I really couldn't open my mouth.

And even if I did, he probably wouldn't agree.

Huang Jiu was a little unhappy, but when he saw that I came back with a box, he came over curiously.

I opened the red cloth in the living room, and it was a dark red wooden box.

Without waiting for me to take a closer look, Huang Jiu couldn't wait to open the box.

In an instant, my hairs stood on end.