Yanshan Records

Chapter 17

The hour and minute hands on the wall point to one point, and the silence in the museum feels somewhat isolated.All the lights were turned off. In order to reduce the radiation exposure of the exhibits in the showcase, the lights inside the showcase also became extremely dim when the museum was closed, and the more fragile exhibits simply turned off the lights.Therefore, the main building of the museum was immersed in darkness, and only the security room downstairs was still lit.

Bian Qing looked again at the curator's room with the closed door at the end of the corridor, Yao Xin?

The retirement age for museum employees is 65 years old. Yao Xin had reached the standard and formally retired three years ago, but he couldn’t let go of the museum where he had worked all his life. After retirement, he visited the museum twice a day.The museum also believes that Mr. Yao is knowledgeable and experienced, and it is a pity to retire like this. Therefore, he proposed to re-employ him and invite him to continue as the curator.Yao Xin naturally readily agreed. When signing the contract, he said with emotion: "I am willing to come without paying wages. I am familiar with every exhibit here, and I am like a relative to me. Want to keep going."

Bian Qing was dug out from the corner of the warehouse by Yao Xin? At that time, he was bundled with a pile of porcelain in straw paper, without even a label, and was almost disposed of by workers along with other fakes.He showed up at night to thank you, Yao Shen? He didn't seem to be afraid of ghosts at all, so he was sent directly to watch the night. , that is, 32 years.

From the top floor to the next floor, Bian Qing memorized the exhibits in the exhibition window by heart, and the location of each item was clear.Once again, he passed by "The Picture of Night Banquet in Spring Scenery" and glanced at it hastily. He stopped in his forward steps and retreated to the picture of Night Banquet.

"Evening Banquet in Spring Scenery" is a painting that records the emperor's court night banquet held in the palace garden. There are many characters on the picture, including the emperor, concubines, officials, servants, etc., there are as many as hundreds of people.The details of the picture are very rich. One of the characteristics of traditional Chinese painting is that the main characters will be prominent in the picture. They are slightly larger than the servants, and the decorative clothing will be more carefully depicted. The emperor is the tallest, followed by officials and concubines. The pearl hairpins and the bustling patterns on the clothes are clearly visible.

Bian Qing took another look and felt that there was something wrong. He carefully looked at them one by one from left to right, but he didn't find anything wrong after looking through them.He went back and looked at the painting from beginning to end again, and finally found a problem with a concubine behind the emperor.

She was wearing a long blush skirt and a moon-white cloak. The long cloak hung down to the skirt, half of her body was hidden behind the emperor, and she couldn't see the whole picture.

But Bian Qing remembered very clearly that there should be a deer painted on that skirt.Tianlu looks like a deer but has one horn. It is an auspicious beast, and the emperor will come if he is prepared.There are poem records: Yanjin Antianlu, Xindamask Phoenix.It refers to the auspicious beasts such as deer and phoenix embroidered on the clothes made of gorgeous silk and satin as in the painting.

At this moment Tianlu was gone, and Bian Qing searched the screen several times, but it was impossible, there had never been such a situation.No matter how auspicious the deer in the painting is, it is neither complete nor spiritual. How could it come out of the painting?

Suddenly, a white light flashed from downstairs, and Bian Qing ran to the railing and looked down. The door of the security room was closed tightly. The white light was in the completely opposite direction, heading towards the underground exhibition hall. of.He started to panic, and ran directly to the ground, regardless of the fact that there were still three floors left for inspection.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the dark corridor. The security room stipulated that one should clock in every hour. It was not long before the last time. Bian Qing didn’t expect anyone to help, not even him. know what that is.

Most of the underground exhibition halls are made of bronze, so the lights will be a little brighter than those upstairs, but only to the extent that the outlines of surrounding objects can be seen.Bian Qing didn't see the white light, he was attracted by the showcase of "Two Swords" exhibition at first glance.

His breathing was stagnant, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point——the Yushi Sword was gone.

Bian Qing felt numb in his hands and feet again. He took a few steps before he recovered a bit. He rushed to the display cabinet and stared in, but the booth where he could see the bottom at a glance had no hiding place at all. .

He took a few steps back, breathing heavily, forcing himself to calm down.He walked around the exhibition hall twice, and there was no sign of any artificial opening. The glass of the showcase was clear and translucent, and no fingerprints were left.Bian Qing's eyes turned white again, and he immediately cast his gaze in that direction.

Some white powder was scattered on the edge connecting the showcase to the ground. Bian Qing squatted down again, stretched out his hand to dip a little, and rubbed his fingertips lightly. The fine powder spread evenly on his fingertips. It was something he was very familiar with—— - A mineral pigment.This is a white mineral pigment made of clam powder and pearl powder. The white in ancient paintings is generally clam powder. Although clam powder is also called pearl powder, it is actually just fired shells and ground pearls The powder will make the white more shiny.As for the one used in the museum's collection of ancient paintings, the first thing that popped into Bian Qing's mind was the deer on the long skirt.

The powder on the fingertips lit up for a moment, then dimmed immediately, and the whiteness on the fingertips looked a little gray.

Bian Qing squatted on the ground again motionless, as if he was in an ice cellar, his eyes were fixed on the front, where his figure was cast, vaguely, but at least it could be confirmed that there was only one.

The moment a large shadow fell from the top of his head, it swallowed up his projection. Bian Qing turned his head with wide eyes again, and the sharp blade was slashing head-on...

The lights in the office flickered and then went out suddenly. Yao Xin had to raise his head from his desk and accidentally knocked off his glasses in the dark.After a while, he got used to the darkness, and gradually he was able to see the surrounding furnishings through the dim moonlight from the window behind him.But he was getting older, and his presbyopia was very serious, and it was impossible to do without glasses. Yao Xin frowned, reached out to pick up the internal communication phone in the upper left corner, and fumbled to press the shortcut number for the security room.But after a beep, the phone was cut off.

Yao Xin stood up, leaned on the wall and moved slowly. After walking a few steps, the door slammed open and hit the wall with a loud noise.Standing alone at the door, Yao Xin squinted his eyes and looked carefully before he could tell who it was: "It's you, why is there a power outage?"

Bian Qing stood at the door again, stiff as if his hands and feet were tied to a straight post, which was unnatural at all.His complexion was a little blue, as if revealing his original color.Yao Xin took another step, but heard Bian Qing speak again——

"Curator...run...run!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes widened to the limit as if they were about to split apart. A black line stretched from the top of his right ear to the bottom of his left crotch. Amid the crisp sound of porcelain shattering, his whole body was divided by that black line. two.This scene was reflected in Yao Xin's shocked eyes, and then Bian Qing's body disappeared, as if everything was an illusion.

Yao Xin couldn't believe it, and went back to the table to look for his reading glasses. After putting on the glasses, he looked at the door for the first time. The door was indeed opened, but there was no one there.

Yao Xin walked out of the office, and the long and thin corridor outside had no branches and no extra doors.He moved forward slowly, no human voice could be heard in the silent building, and the sound of the wind came from nowhere, whimpering softly.

A faint sigh came from behind: "Heh—"

Yao Xin turned around, the corridor was empty and there was no shelter.

A gust of wind suddenly blew from the back of his neck, which was icy cold. Yao Xin suddenly turned his head, and a tall figure was behind him, neither dodging nor dodging.

It was dressed in iron armor, with an owl-patterned helmet on its head. Except for the metal armor, all the fabrics had been corroded and broken over the years, exuding a strong damp and rancid smell.Its shoulder armor undulates rhythmically, as if it is still alive and breathing, but the body parts exposed from under the armor are all some blackened bones, the remaining tissues of the face are tenaciously attached to the bones, and a few strands of dry hair are coming from the body. The owl-patterned helmet poked out, brushing against the sunken cheeks with withered bones.

The armored ghost held a pair of knives in its hands. It didn't use any weapons, but just stared at him with its black eyes, and gradually approached, until the skull face was almost touching the tip of the nose, and the skeleton formed naturally. The ravines are all finely detailed.Yao Xin became short of breath, his heart was beating too fast, and there were bursts of colic attacks, making him unable to run at all.

His hands scratched his chest involuntarily, he couldn't breathe, and his breathing became shorter and shorter every time, like a broken bellows, sucking in big mouthfuls but only getting very little air.

In the end, Yao Xin?'s heart stopped suddenly, and she fell to the ground on her back, her eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and the last struggle disappeared with her breathing.

It's time to clock in again. The security guard walked out of the security room and went up layer by layer to find the clock-in machine to clock in.When he came to the fifth floor, he habitually glanced at the curator's room. It seemed that the door was open and there was a light coming from the end of the corridor.The security guard looked at it from several angles, and saw that the face of the person lying down on the ground changed, and he quickly ran towards him. At the same time, he took out the walkie-talkie and anxiously notified his colleagues on the night shift.

The temperature at night is slightly lower than in the daytime, but not too low. The sudden drop in temperature woke Gu Su up instantly. He opened his eyes and kept lying on his side with a slight bow. Come on little snort.

Lifting the thin blanket, Gu Su looked at the alarm clock, it was now a quarter past two in the morning.He looked at the door, and the cold wind came in through the crack of the door. He got up, put on his shoes, and tidied up his clothes.

Gu Su walked over and opened the door. In the dark room, the lights were not turned on, the curtains were closed tightly, and there was no wind blowing in from the outside.He walked to the teapot, poured a glass of water and drank it down.When returning to the room after drinking the water, Gu Su conveniently tore off the amulet on the security door.

He didn't close the door, but stood in the middle of the small room, making talismans with both hands, and waited quietly.

The hands of the alarm clock moved one by one, "click, click"...

Suddenly there was a strong wind in the house, and the old calendar hanging on the wall was rattled by the wind. Gu Su narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes hurt from the wind.Before everything stopped, a man appeared out of nowhere in front of the door frame, with an old but not stooped figure, staring straight at this side, he seemed to have faded, and there was no vitality left.

Yao Xin's bluish-white face loomed in the darkness, her eyes looked dull, like a lost person.

Gu Su asked in a deep voice, "Do you have anything to say?"

Yao Xin stared straight ahead with her eyes wide open, she didn't move, but was swaying in a trance like a paper prick in the dark wind.He is like a condensed sand of various colors. The scattered outlines of the edges are blown away by the wind from nowhere, and are filled by debris from other places. The virtual and real cannot be touched.

He seemed to be restrained by something, he couldn't open his mouth, and he couldn't make any sound.He turned his head slowly, looked at the short red lacquer confession, stretched out his thin index finger, and pointed firmly in that direction.

Gu Su didn't understand what he meant, and walked towards the confession against the wall in a few steps.There are only incense burners and cinnabar talisman papers on the confession, and the portrait of the patriarch on the wall.Could it be Yao Xin? Afraid of the statue of the patriarch?Gu Su stretched out his hand to cover the statue of the Patriarch, turned his head and asked, "How can..."

The place where Yao Xin? was standing just now was deserted, leaving only a little lingering yin, which proved that he had indeed been there.Gu Su let go of his hand, looked around, and indeed had already left.

But death and life are common things, even if Yao Shen? came to him, Gu Su would not have any thoughts about his death, Yao Xin?'s fate is like this.He just wondered, why did Yao Xin come to him?

As soon as the sun came out, Gu Su got up early as usual, and went to pick up Fu Zongming after feeding Huben.Fu Zongming took a newspaper and handed it to Gu Su: "Aunt Qiong was reading it this morning. I glanced at it and saw it."

Gu Su took the newspaper, and what caught his eyes was an obituary: the obituary of Mr. Yao Xin?

The curator of the Municipal Museum, the president of the Cultural Relics Protection and Collection Association, and the vice president of the Chinese Painting Association, Mr. Yao Xin?, suffered a heart attack at two o'clock in the morning and died in the curator's office at the age of 68.Mr. Yao Xin? devoted all his life to the cause of cultural relics and made great contributions to the protection of cultural relics and historical research. He is a pure and noble person.He dedicated his whole life to his career and stayed at his post until the last moment of his life.According to Mr. Yao Xin?'s last wish, keep everything simple...

Then came the address and time of the memorial service. Gu Su didn't read any more, but just nodded to show that he knew.

"Will the death of the curator affect your bidding?" Gu Su asked.

Seeing this kind of news early in the morning, or someone I met not long ago, really makes people feel a little uncomfortable.But when Gu Su asked this, Fu Zongming still shook his head pretending to be relaxed: "It's not that the murder case won't affect it."

"Really." Gu Su nodded and said, "That has nothing to do with us. Human life and death are impermanent but they have their own destiny. Everyone is sentimental, and their own lives will not be passed."

"You're right." Gu Su said that sentence as if he had seen through his mind. The discomfort in Fu Zongming's heart was expelled, and he laughed a few times, "I just thought of Aunt Xiao, Yao The curator's body is so strong that there are accidents... It's okay if someone is gone, but I don't want to face this kind of thing without warning."

"If you're worried, I'll go with you to see Aunt Xiao, and I'll tell you everything so you can be mentally prepared," Gu Su said.

"It's true that I want to see it." Fu Zongming approached a little closer, and said in a soft tone, "Just tell me the good news, and don't tell me the bad news. I'll know it in my heart."

Hearing what he said, Gu Su couldn't help but smile, his fair face brightened.Fu Zongming intuitively felt that this kind of smile was aimed at his posture just now, a little helpless, and felt soft in his heart.

Secretary Lin stared at the phone intently, refreshing it from time to time, not even noticing that Gu Su and Fu Zongming had walked out of the elevator.Fu Zongming coughed lightly, she suddenly bounced on the chair, the phone almost dropped.But she didn't pursue Fu Zongming's scaring her, and waved at Gu Su: "Xiao Su, come quickly! Come and see this with me, is it true?"

Gu Su was puzzled, sat next to Secretary Lin, and leaned over to look at the phone screen.

"Someone posted a post on the city's forum, saying that the death of the museum curator is strange!" Secretary Lin said in amazement, "I just went to show the 'Twin Swords' exhibition by myself yesterday, and yesterday was the last day of the exhibition. One day, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen just after the exhibition." She glanced at Fu Zongming as if she didn't know anything, and her own pronunciation of the word was very heavy.

Swipe a few times with your fingertips on the phone screen, and there have been more than [-] replies in just four hours.Gu Su looked at each item, and the poster claimed that he was at the scene of the incident. Although Director Yao had no external injuries, his face was ferocious and terrified, and he seemed to have died of fright, and a very strange thing happened that night—— The "Bianjing Official Kiln Celadon Thin Mouth Amphora", which was appraised by experts just now, was broken in the display cabinet for no reason, and the cracks were very neat, as if cut by a sharp weapon.But there was no trace of intrusion at the scene, and there was no sign that the display cabinet had been opened.

The man also attached a few photos taken at the scene, and it was exactly as he described.

Someone commented: Did this cultural relic have a spiritual energy, seeing the death of director Yao who had worked for more than 40 years, and left with him!It's written like this in the ghost novels.

Someone immediately came out to refute the rumors: If you are uneducated, don't indulge in feudal superstition, okay?How could it be broken for no reason?According to my analysis, as shown on the map of the city, there is an electronics factory near the museum, and the electronics factory is still working at night, and it is its ultrasonic radiation into the museum that caused the accident.

The post said: ...how come the glass showcase is not broken?

The person who refuted the rumor replied: Can the glass of the showcase be ordinary glass?That is a reinforced version of bulletproof glass, which is not as fragile as porcelain!

The people who followed the post each expressed their own opinions, and they all had their own opinions, and they all said it out of nowhere.

Gu Su glanced at it for a while, but didn't understand much, so he returned to the top and carefully looked at the photos of the scene attached to the person who posted the post.

The person who posted the post didn’t just post broken porcelain, he also posted a few pictures of the underground exhibition hall, with the text attached: I have never dared to go down before, but when I encountered this incident, there were so many colleagues around, so I dared to go down instead. I don't think so.The two swords exhibition has officially ended, and I took a few sneak shots, no one should bother me.

Gu Su clicked on the pictures, probably because of his haste, the pictures were not very clear. He looked back and forth several times before he found a clearer one and zoomed in for a closer look.

Seeing that he was not looking at porcelain, Secretary Lin also came over to look at it: "Hey, we have seen these two swords before, what's the matter?"

Gu Su didn't speak, he raised his head and stared at Fu Zongming.Fu Zongming was staring at Secretary Lin, who was very close to Gu Su. His nose was not his nose, his eyes were not his eyes. Gu Su suddenly looked at him, and his expression changed in a hurry. No matter what, he felt that Gu Su must think that he was acting weird, and his heart was straight. .

But Gu Su didn't care about this kind of thing, he said seriously: "The 'fish master' was taken away."