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Lao Mai is only forty years old, and he was originally transferred to be a chief clerk, and his personal future is already bleak, but he suddenly took a shit luck and picked up a deputy department in vain, which made him feel unreal as if he was in a dream.

Lao Mai really didn't sleep well that night, and didn't squint for a while until almost dawn, so he got up and washed, ate something casually for breakfast, and then went to work with a pair of panda eyes.

When he entered the door, he startled the little section chief, thinking that he was in mourning, and he didn't want to ask too much, so he just smiled and nodded.

Lao Mai is naturally mixed with joy, worry is Ding worry, he is still wearing a black veil, and only after the first seven years did he take it off like a suit, joy is unexpected joy, he is like an ordinary person who has just experienced great joy and down, mixed with joy and sorrow, a little restless for a while, it is obvious that last night's experience is still churning in his mind.

After sitting for a while, Lao Mai took the tea jar to the water dispenser, took the boiling water and made a jar of tea, drank most of the jar without knowing the taste, and gradually stabilized his mood, smiling and glancing at the other three people in the department, and walked out to the bathroom on the floor to put water.

Just after the water was shaking the big bird, I suddenly heard a loud bang, and the squatting toilet door behind was pushed open, and I saw a bald middle-aged man with a red face walking out, apparently a hangover and not waking up.

Lao Mai was so frightened that the big bird shrank, his heart beat violently, and he turned his head sharply to see that it was the bald section chief of the infrastructure department next door, frowned and buttoned his pants, feeling that his heartbeat had not slowed down.

The bald infrastructure section chief saw Lao Mai looking back outside, smiled awkwardly, and saw that he still had a black gauze on his arm, and a joke had not yet been spoken, so he hurriedly swallowed it, and walked out while buttoning his pants.

Lao Mai smelled a foul smell, and then looked at it and found that the guy had left without flushing the potty, and scolded in his heart: "Oh, this old light, he ran away without, he was really drunk and dizzy." ”

He shook his head helplessly and walked out of the bathroom, and suddenly almost collided with a person, and when he looked at it, it was still the bald section chief, only to see this old light panting and saying apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot to flush the pit." ”

Lao Mai slapped him on the back with a smile and scolded: "I'll lose it, why don't you spit it out first and then flush it," After speaking, he quickly covered his nose and left.

He returned to the office and sat down, took out a bunch of industrial project application materials, and continued yesterday's process review work, as if he had been suddenly frightened in the bathroom just now, and turned back to the old wheat before, and everything that happened in the previous days seemed to be a thing of the past.

After reading a stack of materials, Lao Mai put down his things to catch his breath, and suddenly remembered what happened to Lao Guang who was so frightened that his heart was beating just now, and he thought to himself how his heart was beating so easily this time, could it ...... Does it have something to do with the eerie gravitational pull of the city's museum?

He looked at the unfinished work at hand, sighed and thought to himself, he had just taken a few days off, and it was not appropriate to ask for leave to go out again, even if it was half a day, and his deceased father would have to take a day off according to the custom of the first seven days, so he decided to go to the city museum to hunt for curiosities in a few days until the weekend.

On Sunday mornings, Mai dressed up, got out on his motorcycle, and headed straight for the city museum.

On Sundays, the streets and alleys of the city are bustling with people and cars, and Lao Mai slowly rubs in front of the gate of the city museum with the flow of people and vehicles.

When I looked up, I saw that there was a quiet place in the door, except for the door of the inner hall, behind a table with the word "ticket office", an aunt-level conductor was sitting like a dozing, and there was no other figure.

Lao Mai rode into the compound, put the motorcycle in the parking space by the wall, and was about to walk into the museum, when he suddenly heard the ticket sales aunt who was still drowsy: "Comrade, please come and buy tickets to visit the exhibition!"

Since Lao Mai entered the museum, he has felt his heart beating faster, and he gave the ticket sales aunt such a shout, so frightened that he almost fell, and his heart almost stopped beating suddenly.

He couldn't help but caress his chest, calmly walked over to buy a ticket, spent five oceans, took a ticket to the exhibition that was torn off the stub and printed very beautifully, and then slowly walked into the exhibition hall.

At this time, the signs of rapid heartbeat became more obvious, Lao Mai felt like he had just trotted for a while, and the beating sound of his heart could be heard clearly, as if it was spreading out from his body in all directions.

Apparently unable to tell where to start looking for the source of his heartbeat, he looked at the signpost arrows in the exhibition hall and walked into the first room with his right hand.

His heart was beating all the time, so it was impossible for Lao Mai to have time to see what the unearthed ancient relics in the window were, so he had to walk quickly along the extension of the exhibition hall.

Although it was Sunday, there were not many people visiting the exhibition of cultural relics in the various exhibition halls of the municipal museum of Nuoda.

The people who watched the exhibition looked like a family, the old and the young, sparsely walking and quietly admiring all kinds of mottled antiques, and occasionally a few children running and playing with each other.

Suddenly, I saw a person walking briskly with the wind, and some visitors looked up in surprise, most of the people who looked at all kinds of antique cultural relics still only looked at themselves.

Lao Mai browsed through the exhibition halls one by one along the road signs, and felt that the things that attracted his heartbeat were getting closer and closer.

As he walked, he suddenly felt that his heartbeat had changed somewhat, from a rapid drum beat, to a brisk rhythm with a bit of joy, as if his whole body and mind had a feeling of lightness.

Lao Mai knew that he was about to see that thing, what the hell was it, he had already walked to the last exhibition hall, and when he walked out, it was the main entrance hall that had just entered the exhibition hall.

This is an exhibition hall of unearthed ancient books, there are also four exhibition windows against the wall and a display cabinet in the center of the exhibition hall, and the glass cabinet is staggered with all kinds of bamboo slips, silk books, rubbings, parchment rolls, etc.

Lao Mai didn't seem to pay attention to anything in his eyes, and stared straight at an exhibition window at the innermost corner, only to see an old cloth half a foot square lying there on the crimson liner on the side of the inside.

He finally approached, staring at the dusty old cloth, which looked like it was not cloth, as if it was silk but not skin, and he did not know what material it was made of.

The old piece of cloth lay there flat, not moving, but in Lao Mai's eyes, it seemed as if it was fluttering, filled with a joyful emotion, exuding bursts of rich coolness, which hit his abdomen.

The old cloth was covered with a lot of strange gray characters, just like the "ghost drawing symbol" as the saying goes, Lao Mai didn't say that he couldn't understand it, and he hadn't even seen it.

On the side of it, there is a plastic instruction manual printed in Chinese Simplified Chinese with small characters, which reads:

"The cultural relics were unearthed in the tombs of the Warring States Period, originally brought out by tomb robbers and other things, and were scattered in the ghost market of antiquities in society, and then collected in a certain museum, after being analyzed by many cultural relics experts with instruments, it is impossible to determine what kind of material this is made of, and the characters on it seem to be naturally generated, the shape is similar to the Daozang rune, the meaning is unknown, and so ......on."

Like many objects whose origin has been unknown for a long time, this square piece of fabric can only be trapped in a corner, no one cares about it, and there seems to be a layer of gray dust on it.

But in Lao Mai's eyes, this thing is extremely vivid, and the fabric seems to have glittering ripples on it, as if it is about to fly towards him.

Suddenly, there was a sound in front of him, Lao Mai subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found that there was no piece of fabric in front of him, and even the plastic manual was gone.

Lao Mai was startled, looked left and right, there was no one around, and then looked at the empty crimson pad, it was still empty, not even a mark.

His original pounding heartbeat suddenly returned to a normal slow and powerful pulse, but he felt that his belly was soaked in cold like a large piece of ointment, and he hurriedly reached out to touch it, as if the piece of fabric had shrunk to a few inches square, and it was sticking to his navel, emitting bursts of moisture, and there was a feeling of "sticking to the navel and curing hemorrhoids".

Lao Mai suddenly seemed to have a thought of blessing to his soul, so he naturally removed his palm, casually followed the glass window cabinet on the side, and slowly walked out of the exhibition hall to the outside while looking at other ancient books.

The crimson liner that used to place this piece of fabric was empty, as if it had never been an object, it was already on the corner of the corner, and suddenly there was no place to put it, not to mention that no one would pay attention to it, even if someone stood in front of it, they would not think that there had been something here.

This is the last and least appreciated exhibition hall, which is full of old books and ancient books, who would steal them from uneducated thieves, and there is not a single video surveillance camera that is far from fashionable at the time.

And just like that, a strange old fabric disappeared without a trace.

Old Mai was inexplicably shrunk and stuck to his belly by the old piece of fabric, and he should have been as weak as a thief.

However, in his current heart, it was as if he had found something that he had fallen on the ground, and he walked out of the last exhibition hall of the city museum with a calm step.

At this time, inside and outside the gate of the city museum, there were only a few people in and out, and Lao Mai calmly pulled out his scooter and drove out of the gate to leave.

Along the way, Lao Mai always felt that the piece of cloth attached to the navel was still exuding a wet and cool breath, and when it sank slightly to his dantian, it slowly spread out and swam towards the limbs.

But everyone in the country knows such a common sense, that is, there is a dantian in the abdomen and meridians in the body, Lao Mai naturally thought of this truth, and thought a little surprised: "Could it be that this is the dantian of qi and the veins of dispersion?"