Chapter 252:

Minister Yan ran to a secluded corner and called.
Knowing who the big leader talking to him was, everyone in the laboratory was silent, and even the curiosity of Curator Sun and Deputy Curator Liu tightened their lips and dared not speak. However, in private, they are still praying that Minister Yan ’s call will not be approved by the authorities.
That is the treasure of the town and state, Kyushu Tripod, the symbol of the country, the sky and the people. Who dares to drill them? Who has the heart to drill them away? Leaders should know the priority of the matter. Experts and laboratory identification results have already come out, is it not good to suppress the case?
There was a hint of hope looming in their hearts, but when they saw the solemn look of Van Gogh, they suddenly remembered the future scene described in his mouth. One person becomes a god, and everything withers. This country will no longer be able to breed talents, this land will become a desert, what a terrible scene!
If the leaders are disturbed by these words, they might really agree to dig into the Kyushu tripod.
Thinking of this, Curator Sun and Deputy Curator Liu couldn't help but shivered. The two did not find that their mentality had changed for a long time, from the initial resolute disbelief, to the subsequent turbulence, to the current unrecognition and self-deception. Why are they looking forward to suppressing this case? Naturally, it was because they foreseen that the treasures of the town and the country were really replaced.
In some people's minds, national interests are above everything else; in others, however, their own interests are the most important.
Everyone had already broken the mind and character of the two curators, and at this time they looked at them with contemptuous eyes one by one.
Minister Yan was calling from afar, and kept covering his cheek with his hand to prevent others from snooping on his mouth. This was his habitual action, so everyone could not hear what he said, nor could he see his expression.
Van Gogh listened to it for a moment, and there was a clear expression in his eyebrows. Then he put on his gloves and ordered: "Give me a newly made bronze tripod, a hammer, a chisel, and a high-temperature spray gun."
The person in charge of the laboratory immediately sent a technician to prepare things. At the end, he asked curiously, "What are you doing?" After seeing this person's strange ability, it was really difficult for him to meet the casual attitude he had before. to him.
"It will be available later." Fangalo pulled out a tissue and wiped the dust off the scales.
As soon as the technician put a few things on the table, Minister Yan came up with his mobile phone and said seriously: "Mr. Fan, the head wants to see how you can make the new copper grow rust, can you? "
Everyone glanced secretly at the screen of his phone, and then he was terrified. Isn't this face the one they saw in the news network every day?
"Yes." Van Galo nodded politely at the cell phone: "Chief, how are you?" The attitude is not humble, very calm.
The person on the other side of the phone also greeted him gently, and said a few words briefly.
Until this time, the person in charge of the laboratory understood what the teacher Fan asked him to prepare for these things. He had long foreseen the head's request, so as not to neglect the other party, so he managed everything well. He can really do everything quickly. He said that since birth, his own eyes have never missed any person, thing or thing. Is this sentence true?
Thinking this way, the person in charge became more and more afraid of this case. If the black hands behind the scenes really become gods, are they ordinary people still alive?
Not only is the person in charge afraid, everyone in the laboratory is unavoidable.
Van Gogh seems to be unable to feel this heavy atmosphere at all. He is slowly turning the newly-made bronze tripod, which is still yellow and gold, calmly explaining: "This is the new tripod I prepared for. 98.76 kg. "
He picked up the hammer and chisel and smashed the handle of the bronze tripod into a gap. He continued: "You can see that it is indeed of bronze texture." When he finished, he picked up the high-temperature spray gun and put on a thermal mask to dissolve the gap into copper. water.
After watching this process, the head nodded and said, "This is indeed a copper tripod." He believed that no one dared to make a fake under his eyelids, and no fake in the video call.
Fangalo took off his mask, hung his hands around Xinding, closed his eyes, created a transparent space, filled it with magnetic fields, and then kept compressing. So the brilliant golden new tripod was like the previous piece of new copper, quickly covered with rust, and slowly disintegrated into a pool of black dust.
It was placed on the electronic scale by Van Gogh, the number displayed on the display was initially 98760 grams, but it rapidly decreased in minutes, seconds, and seconds until it became an insignificant 78 grams. So a heavy tripod, in just a few minutes, turned into a cup of powder weighing dozens of grams, such a change is not only shocking, but also makes the scalp tingling.
The head stared at the pile of black dust for a long time without speaking, so everyone held their breath and waited silently.
The atmosphere of death was spreading in the laboratory, and the head did not speak to show that he was still hesitating. He hesitated. Whether the case could stand up in the end was still a question. The tight faces of Curator Sun and Deputy Curator Liu began to loosen, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to laugh, and he could hold it back.
However, the next second, the majestic voice of the chief came from the mobile phone: "Yan Quanling, I have given you the highest authority, now I will give you a warrant to facilitate your work. As long as you can catch the hands behind the scenes, any decision It's up to you to think about it. You don't always have to report to me layer by layer, as that will affect the efficiency of solving the case. I still say that, those who shake the country, we will never condone! "
Minister Yan immediately shrank the command of the leader, and finally hesitated: "Chief, I have told you just now that the national treasures may be ..."
The chief fell into silence again, and after a while, he sighed: "You just try your best. I have only one request from you. You must catch this man behind the scenes!"
"Yes!" Minister Yan paid a military salute.
The chief encouraged him to say a few words, and sincerely thanked Van Gogh, and then hung up the video call.
Having had face-to-face exchanges with such a big man, Van Gogh did not seem to be a little bit, nor did he use this as a weapon to attack Curator Sun and Deputy Curator Liu. He just picked up a piece of velvet and silently cleaned the black dust on the electronic scale.
On the contrary, Curator Sun and Deputy Curator Liu shook their lines and stopped talking, as if they wanted to defend themselves but were suppressed to bear the burden. Their poor performance made the experts and scholars who were still on their side show a disgusted look. At this time, they dare to stand with them, and they all hide away.
Minister Yan looked around the crowd, and Shen Sheng said, "Have you all heard the instructions of the Chief Executive? The cultural relics that have been identified before will now be re-identified for me, whether it is non-destructive testing or destructive testing, as long as it can be 100% Precise, just use it for me, and I will be responsible if something goes wrong. "
All of the people present were beaten hard by Fangallo, and at this moment they naturally dared not refute, so they went to work.
Minister Yan stepped back slowly, standing in a row with Curator Sun and Deputy Curator Liu, without saying a word, but exuding a cold breath all over his body was enough to make these two people startle and sweat.
Fangallo removed the gloves after cleaning the workbench and waited quietly.
Song Rui leaned into his ear and whispered, "Do you hate gods so much?"
"I don't hate gods." Fangallo shook his head.
"No, you have. I'm sure that your purpose in waking up is to kill everyone who is trying to become a god, right?" Song Rui looked deeply into this person's eyes.
"You're right, in this world, all people who try to become gods are my enemies." Van Galo admitted frankly, but gently shook his head: "But I don't hate gods."
Song Rui laughed softly, undecided.
Fangallo also looked deeply into his eyes and asked, "Do you know which one of my favorite gods?"
"You will also have gods you like?" Song Rui was surprised. He always thought that Van Gogh was a firm atheist. Yes, he is a psychic medium, and he has solved many phenomena that cannot be explained by science, but strangely, he believes that there should be no gods in the world. His so-called atheism does not believe in God, but does not allow the existence of God . He is really contradictory.
"Why can't I revere the gods?" Van Goghro's eyelids were drooping and his speech was slow: "At the beginning of all things, the world was a chaos. The great God of Pangu opened up the heavens and earth with his own power. Hair and beard become stars; body becomes three mountains and five mountains; blood becomes rivers and lakes; teeth, bones and bone marrow are scattered into underground mines; skin and hair grow into vegetation; sweat falls into rain and dew. "
Fangallo looked up at the bright lights above his head, "He was born because of loneliness and died because of loneliness. He is like a whale falling, giving back all his own to this world. Since then, he will never feel Lonely, because everything is born for him, and all the sun, moon, and stars are turned by him, and the world is full of affection for him. What kind of realm was the later Sanqing Dao Zu and Jade Emperor? The saints are benevolent and regard the people as ruminant dogs. They are ruthless, loveless, and selfless. Compared with the Pangu Gods, what are they? The life span of ten thousand years is comparable to the eternity of a flash? "
"The life span of tens of thousands of years is not comparable to the eternity of a flash." Song Rui thought about this sentence repeatedly and shook his head: "I don't know why, I will feel very uneasy to hear you say this." Because he was from Vanguard In the eyes, I saw the same loneliness and loneliness as Pangu. Such a great deity, but because of loneliness opened up the world, and because of loneliness sacrificed himself, does this outcome herald?
"I'm just sentimental, don't think about it." Fangallo took Dr. Song's hand and gently pointed his finger at the back of his hand, whispering: "If the world can survive the catastrophe, I hope I can become an ordinary person, taste the taste of the food, take a look at the world outside, and live peacefully and safely. "
As such a powerful psychic medium, his wish was just like ordinary people, he only needed peace and quiet, and died.
These words deeply touched Song Rui's heart and echoed his mute voice: "My wish is also safe and peaceful. Of course, it would be better if I could add four more words."
"Which four characters?" Fangallo asked curiously.
"And, you, one, start." Song Rui said slowly, speaking slowly.
Van Gogh was stunned, and it took a while to draw his eyes away from Dr. Song's swirling pupils, and hurriedly looked elsewhere. His thinned lips wriggled a little and seemed to want to say something, but he finally chose silence. Before the dust is fixed and his life and death are unknown, he has no ability to bear these four words.
Without his reply, Song Rui was not disappointed. His life was originally barren, and now he can be content with a hope.
While the two were whispering, the trace element determination results of the pastel Lao Shouxing porcelain bottle finally came out. Counterfeiters can compare the chemical elements of imitations to the exact same as the real ones, but when the content of these ingredients is accurate to millions or even tens of millions, they are powerless.
In addition, the central laboratory has already mastered the proportion data of trace elements of various ancient porcelain kilns, and built a database based on it. The function of this database is almost the same as that of the DNA comparison library. As long as the technician puts the collected sample into the test chamber, the main control program will immediately analyze and compare its trace elements. Whether it is antique or counterfeit is clear at a glance.
"Minister Yan, this porcelain bottle is fake!" The technician held up the steaming appraisal report, and his voice was full of inefficiency: "Analyzed from trace elements, it is indeed from Jingdezhen, but it is a new object in the past ten years. . "
Minister Yan took the appraisal and checked it repeatedly, his face gradually dignified.
The dozens of experts and scholars who once concluded that the bottle is genuine are dumb.
However, this is just the beginning. The more than twenty gems that have been transported and identified as authentic products have been like collapsed dominoes since pastel porcelain bottles. After a more accurate destructive inspection, All were judged as imitations.
"Minister Yan, this ivory sitting Buddha is fake."
"Minister Yan, this flying goddess picture is fake."
"Minister Yan, this humanoid lantern is fake."
"Minister Yan ..."
Bad news came one after another, reducing the atmosphere of the laboratory to freezing point. When the lead isotope analysis of Yongding and Qingding was also completed, the freezing point was broken by a thunder.
A technician stood up hurriedly, holding the appraisal hand trembling and his voice trembling: "Minister Yan, these two tripods are also fake! We failed to find the high radiation in its tripod body Lead isotopes of cause. They were definitely not cast before the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and we are 100% certain. "
Minister Yan walked a few steps quickly and received the appraisal. There was no way in his mind to think. He had prayed to the God hundreds of thousands of times, begging it not to let that tragic fate happen to these treasures of the town, but he did not expect the worst.
Who is the person behind? Is it a foreigner or a Chinese? Mr. Fan said that this case was done by Xuanmen Zhongren, that is to say, the contractor must be Chinese children. How poisonous should TA's heart be? TA is not an individual!
"Damn, even people don't deserve it, still want to become gods ?!" Until this moment, Minister Yan showed deep hatred to the black hands behind the scenes, and then pointed to Curator Sun and Deputy Curator Liu, ordering loudly : "Grab both of them and bring them down for interrogation!"
Upon seeing the report, Curator Sun and Deputy Curator Liu knew they would never be able to turn over this time. So many treasures of the town and country have been transferred, but they are unaware, and it is not an exaggeration to call them national sinners. They cannot shirk this responsibility, and they will be taken to jail after the interrogation.
"We, we really don't know! Minister Yan, this matter has nothing to do with us ..."
The argument of the two soon disappeared outside the door, Song Rui reminded: "Check all the museums in the country, as well as the treasures in the hands of those well-known collectors. The force behind this person is very large, there are enough Ability to scavenge treasures with great charm and good luck. It is necessary to create these two statues, and to replace them without knowing it. There is no way to lay out in four or five years. We did n’t realize until now that I ’m afraid it ’s too late and I do n’t know how many artifacts can be recovered.

Minister Yan's eyes went black for a while, almost getting myocardial infarction. Why is this case getting bigger and bigger? !