"Ghost Valley Hidden Lineage?"
Professor Hu looked at Shen Le suspiciously. Shen Le forced himself to press on, half stubbornness, half giving up entirely, and tried to explain:
"It's like this: I have an ability that lets me see the memories of certain artifacts when I touch them... This is what I saw! I saw it with my own eyes!"
Professor Hu's gaze grew even more suspicious. Not only was he suspicious, the corners of his eyes had started to droop. Shen Le could practically read his thoughts in that look:
How could you bring yourself to say something like that?
Huh?
As a cultural relic restoration worker, as a master's student who had received proper education and training, how could you bring yourself to say, 'I have an ability...'?!
"I really can see them!" At this point, Shen Le could only struggle on and recount, word by word, everything he had seen and heard.
The names of those old men, their conversation, their clothing, the houses, the objects inside, even their accents—
"I couldn't have made all that up, could I?!"
"...Wait." Before Shen Le had even reached the halfway point, Professor Hu had frowned.
He raised a hand to interrupt Shen Le, then began rapidly tapping at the keyboard, moving the mouse, pulling up document after document, and carefully cross-checking them.
"Keep going... Explain this part in detail... What did the bed you saw look like? Its form? Its material?—And their pronunciation, wait, I'll turn on the recorder..."
Shen Le: "..."
No, wait, you actually believe me?
You're really going to believe whatever I say?!
"Some of the things you've described match details from our archaeological discoveries." Professor Hu seemed to see through his thoughts and explained calmly, "There are things you shouldn't have learned, things you couldn't