After pointing out the target cultural relic or cultural relic fragments, Shen Le did not do it himself for the first time.
There was no need for him to do anything. Professors and students in the museum swarmed in, unpacking, recording, and scanning. What? You said you have done this before?
I have done it before and I have to do it again. Who told you that if you clean it up before, there won't be any changes? What if there are still some changes?
Shen Le waited for half a day before each piece of cultural relic, corrections, and pieces of cultural relic were respectfully delivered to Studio.
Then, several students who were dragging small trailers to deliver things, and professors who were escorting cultural relics, stayed in Shen Le's Studio, looking at him eagerly, waiting to learn a move or a half.
Shen Le:"----"
It's useless for you to look at me!
Look at me, you don't have extraordinary abilities, and you can't learn my methods!
He wanted to invite all these people out of Studio, but they were running around to accompany him all the way, and he was too embarrassed to look down.
All I could do was point to the next door and signal "extraordinary energy operation time, please watch in a safe area", and send all the professors and students to the next door and let them observe through the glass window and the screen.
He walked around the workbench and selected a Qi most abundant bronze fragment. He placed his fingers lightly on it and said, "Come and tell me what you were like and what kind of past you have experienced. Where are the fragments that fell from the same bronze as you?"
The fragment vibrated gently, was wrapped by his Mental Power, and was soaked bit by bit by the heat flowing from his fingertips, but it did not appear as a phantom, nor did it drag Shen Le into any memory.
However, gradually, Shen Le began to feel the core emotions imprinted in the metal soul from the bronze fragment no bigger than a palm:
It was a heavy and direct sense of pressure. It came from volume and weight, but it also came from a kind of arrogant gaze:
There seemed to be a kind of majesty transmitted through it, amplified by it, and looked down. In a trance, Shen Le felt that this majesty was even a little familiar:
When he was repairing Chime Bells, he wore the shaman's mask and knocked on Chime Bells. As a shaman, he represented the gods and looked down at the crowd below——
"This majesty----well, in the future, those who feel this way are probably originally from the same group?"
He whispered, placed the fragment on the left side of the workbench, grabbed a new label, recorded and attached it.
Separated by a wall, the two professors scratched their heads, stretched their necks and stood on tiptoe, wanting to rush in and see what was written on the label, or
The reporter manually added a camera to the top of Shen Le's head, "What did he see? What did he find? Hey----why can't we see anything?"
Shen Le has moved to another position and selected another fragment. This piece is slightly larger than the previous one, with curved edges and fine thunder patterns distributed on the surface.
Shen Le stared at it for a long time. I really couldn't see or guess what kind of artifact it was. Then I probed into the inner force and Mental Power, and slowly soaked in:
This time, what he felt was not coercion, but a solemn, sacred flavor, even a touch of compassionate alienation.
Its existence is not to intimidate, but to carry, communicate, or symbolize some supreme existence.
It seems that only a small part of that sublime feeling is in the human world, and most of it has ascended to the status of gods----
"What kind of sacred symbol is this? Normally, these bronze vessels are all sacrificial vessels, but sacrificial vessels and sacrificial vessels are not the same----"
Shen Le frowned and thought for a long time, shook his head, changed the label to a different color, quickly wrote on it, and pasted it to the edge of the fragment.
Then, he changed another piece, and then another piece, and then he changed to the fifth piece before he stopped and felt carefully:
This fragment is smaller than the previous two pieces, and it is not flaky. It is some kind of three-dimensional shape that Shen Le is not familiar with. It looks like
It is a connecting part that connects the upper and lower parts of a large instrument.
Shen Le's Mental Power soaked into it, and what you felt was a deep solemnity:
Different from the previous two fragments, the emotion accumulated on this piece is not a complete piece, but a layer of awe formed by countless subtle thoughts.
It is like a certain kind of field that has been repeatedly infiltrated and accumulated through countless pious gazes, worships, expectations or fears over a long period of time.
Shen Le After thinking and pondering over and over again, we can only guess that it was once a core artifact that carried collective beliefs and rituals?
"No matter what it is, in short, it is different from the previous two. Thank God, I hope that the next thing I find will be as clear as this -"
He rubbed each piece one by one and identified each piece. In about an hour, he divided the seventeen cultural relic fragments into three large and small piles:
Coercion, solemnity and solemnity, three different emotions, gathered on the three trays, superimposed on each other, were suddenly strengthened.
Shen Le picked up the first tray and used Mental Power to cover the five fragments on it. Feeling their almost identical emotions, he used Mental Power to stimulate their resonance. "Go----find your companions----lead me the way, point out their locations to me----"
The invisible and qualityless fluctuations centered on him and spread out in circles. Gradually, bright spots one by one shone in Shen Le's perception: "I saw----here----there----"
However, Shen Le couldn't use Mental Power to move them directly. In other words, even if he could raise Yang Spirit to take pictures remotely, he wouldn't dare, for fear of dropping the precious cultural relics.
He thought for a moment, stood up with the tray in hand, and walked out with half-closed eyes. The door opened automatically, and the two professors quickly gathered around and commanded in a low voice, "Drag the small trailer over here!"
"Get him up there!"
"Get a small table - bring up a cabinet! Let him put the plate on top of the cabinet!"
"Okay! You two drag me in front! You hold me in the back! Drive away!"
Shen Le Although it is not that he cannot walk on his own, he is happy to remain still and spend all his energy on sensing the fragments of cultural relics.
He stood on the trailer, holding the edge of the pallet with one hand, and raising the other hand to act as a compass. "Go forward----further forward----turn left----turn right----go past one space----Okay, this is it! Take it down, next one!"
I walked around the warehouse seventeen or eight times to retrieve all the resonating fragments, returned to Studio, and picked up the plate of bronze fragments that exuded solemnity, sanctity, and the cry of alienation.
This time the resonance spread, and those beings who were also unwilling to fall into the dust and longed to return to the sacred position responded almost with joy.
The most complicated one is the third type, the solemnity and awe accumulated over a long period of time. When Shen Le guides this emotional resonance, it feels like pushing through a heavy and sticky swamp:
The fragments that responded to him did not have a distinct personality like the first two, but more like awakening some kind of dormant collective memory.
Countless tiny thoughts belonging to different eras and different individuals almost crawled and raised their heads, then slowly woke up and moved closer to the source: "This way----this way----turn again----turn again----"
The student in charge of pushing the cart had broken out the sparks in the wheels. He was now a little out of breath due to the strength he had gained from years of moving, knocking, and orthopedizing bronzes.
After going round and round, I sent three rounds of fragments into Shen Le and Studio, and then I got all the relevant things.
Studio Next door, two professors have retrieved the information of the fragments according to their numbers and plunged into the work of matching them. "Look at this curvature! It exactly matches the curvature of the cheekbones of the oversized mask unearthed in Pit No. 8!"
"This curvature----eye socket?"
"This, this, this—that's right! It's a mask! It must be a mask!"
On the computer screen, the scanned images were dragged together, rotated, scaled, and combined one after another.
Gradually, a vague and majestic image appeared on the screen. Even if many of the fragments were deformed and twisted, making the image seem like a mosaic, its original appearance could still be vaguely seen:
Towering brows, huge vertical eyes, wide mouth----
There is no doubt that when all the pieces are put together, it is a complete Bronze Mask!
Then, there are the second type of fragments found by Shen Le. When they are pieced together one by one along the lines, what gradually emerges is a strange and solemn existence:
Extraordinarily slender, even a humanoid silhouette that far exceeds the proportions of a normal human body;
Layered robe patterns;
towering and peculiar crest;
His arms circled his chest diagonally like a dance. Above his right hand, a phoenix bird was about to fly, as if it should be holding a certain object in his hand.
It is a long pole, and the phoenix bird is the decoration on the pole head----
"Bronze Standing Figure!" The professor, who was piecing together the remaining pieces bit by bit on the computer, was so excited that he was shaking.
The student next to him was supporting him with a worried look on his face. He had already reached into his pocket to take out the antihypertensive medicine, but was thrown away by the teacher. "The scepter matching Bronze Standing Figure! Shen Le, are you sure this is it?!"
"Stop getting excited and come over and help!" On another computer, the female professor who had received Shen Le earlier was sweating profusely and her eyes were about to go straight:
The number of fragments of the last type is particularly large, with more than a hundred pieces up and down. The good news is that some of the fragments can barely be seen what they are:
Small kneeling figure, mythical animal parts, abstract sun and moon shapes, square base----
But there are more fragments that cannot be seen at all. I can barely identify them, but I can only confirm that they have been burned by fire, smashed by Hammer, and have deformed and melted.
Putting them together doesn't seem to happen overnight, or even in a month or two----
"I feel like this might be an altar----"
"I guess it's like--with so many complicated parts, I guess it's the only one--"
"If it's an altar, it's over. Do you remember how long we worked hard back then? Three years!"
Worry, anxiety, fear of not completing the task or delaying the task spread throughout the room.
Shen Le didn't seem to hear anything. He just directed a few students to go out and then go out again to retrieve all the relevant fragments.
Then, open all Storage Box, take out all the fragments, take pictures, number and label them, and lay them flat on the huge workbench:
Shen Le stood in front of the table, slowly closed his eyes, stretched his arms flat, and pointed his palms at the fragments on the table.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes, he stood still. The two professors outside the window held their breath until they were about to collapse. Then they recovered and gasped. "What is he doing? Is he using the bronze?"
I don't know how long it took, but a long bell suddenly sounded from the depths of Ancient Residence, echoing throughout Studio.
Wherever the bell passed, all the bronze fragments vibrated together, as if they were resonating, and then suddenly flew into the air. Each piece rotated on its own, adjusted its position, and cautiously approached "Let's begin!"
"Have you started fighting yet?"
"Spelling like this with your eyes closed?"
"Or are they fighting for themselves?"
"Stop guessing! Hurry up and take pictures! Take a video! What it will look like after you put it together, be sure to record it!"
"But boss, the glass window is reflective and our angle is wrong - can we go in and take pictures? It would be even better if we could scan it!"
"Can't get in----won't let in----"
"Uh, is there a possibility----" A female student who was urged to panic by her instructor timidly pointed to the big screen next to her, "Studio has a camera inside it----high precision, multiple angles----with video recording----"
"Then we can stop recording?!"
Not only video recording is required, but it is also best to scan them to truly record their relative positions and record all the details.
The female professor was so anxious that she wanted to punch the wall when she saw the door to the inner room opened and several people floated out----
"Ghost!"
"It's not a ghost! It's just clothes!"
"Take Scanner's clothes?"
"Don't make such a fuss, okay?! We already knew that we would encounter supernatural events this time! Besides, aren't these Mr. Shen means supernatural means?!"
After a lot of shouting and scolding, the Luoqun people had already set up Scanner and scanned it carefully from all sides.
Record their details, record their relative positions, record every move and float of them----
After all the bronze fragments quieted down, the two professors lying at the door looked at each other, jumped on their computers, and quickly recorded. "What an altar! An altar on the fifth floor! There is a camel beast at the bottom! We guessed it right!"
"It turns out this is what it looks like----the altar and the camel beast are put together like this----"
"It's different from what we spelled out before----"
"The ideas are different, and the position of the four-faced god is also different----"
"It would be nice if we could know what each component is and what it means----"
After a while, these suspended parts of the altar slowly dispersed and fell back to the stage. Shen Le opened his eyes and smiled out the window, "Can you give me the information on these fragments? The restoration will begin next. Their age, alloy composition, content, etc.
Is there any ready-made information that I can read about the cracks in the body?"