Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Ink Fountain

There is a pool of bright red liquid on the ground, probably because it hasn't been dripping on the ground for a long time, and it hasn't completely solidified yet. I dabbed a little bit with my hand, brought it to my nose and smelled it, it was blood.I just don't know whether it is human blood or blood of other animals. "Look, what is that?" Wang Zitong pointed at a dark thing in the corner not far away and called. I went over and picked it up. The shape of this thing is very interesting. There is a hand-operated wheel at the back, which is used to wind the ink thread. There is a round bucket-shaped ink tank at the front, and there is cotton yarn or sponge in it, which can be filled with ink.

The ink thread is pulled out by the wooden wheel through the fine hole of the ink tank, fixed at one end, the wooden thread is lifted up like a string on a piano, played on the place where the line is to be drawn, and the ink thread is wound back by turning the thread wheel after use.It's a pretty standard ink fountain. Take a closer look, this ink fountain also has something unusual. A lion shape is carved on the outside of its wooden wheel. The shape of the lion is simple and simple. It holds a copper coin on its forelimb, and a piece of money penetrates through two copper coins. Although the carving of the entire ink fountain is not very detailed, it is simple and unpretentious, with ingenious structural design, complex and simple overall shape, and straight and rhythmic lines.It is very gentle in the hand, like jade, and it is an ancient relic with a long history at first glance. If it is put up for auction, it will definitely be worth a lot.

Why is there an ink fountain here?And it looks like it's been used.The money in the ink fountain is a little wet, and there is still some liquid at the end of the ink fountain where the ink is filled. After touching it, some red liquid was immediately stained on his hand.Subconsciously smell it, it's blood.It seems that it should be of the same origin as the pool of blood on the ground. "Have you seen this thing before?" I handed the ink fountain to Wang Zitong. She looked at it, shook her head and said, "This is not something in our museum." After finishing speaking, she adjusted her glasses in embarrassment, "Actually, even if I sell all the cultural relics in this museum, I'm afraid I can't buy this ink fountain. It is obvious that this thing is made by the government, and it is used to reward craftsmen who have made great contributions. In the ancient era of discrimination against tricks and tricks, such rewards are absolutely rare and rare. As far as I know , This kind of ink fountain has never been recorded in historical materials, "

"In other words, it's more valuable than I thought?" I took the ink fountain and gently tossed it into the air with my hand. Wang Zitong's complexion changed. At this moment, she was completely unrestrained, shy and timid. As if possessed by the soul of history, she snatched the ink fountain from my hand, hugged it tightly in her arms, and looked through the huge glasses. Gave me a hard look. "Please don't treat precious cultural relics so rudely. This ink fountain is of great historical value. If it is broken, we will be the sinners of history." What historical sinner?I scratched my head dejectedly.That thing was stained with blood and thrown in a remote corner just now, but I just threw it away and became a sinner. This injustice is too unrealistic.

I didn't bother to argue with her, so I just said, "Don't you think it's strange, why did this ink fountain appear in the museum? And there are traces of it being used!" Wang Zitong was dumbfounded immediately, she was not stupid, and quickly thought of the key point. "Could it be related to the thief who stole the ancient corpse?" "Maybe, it can be used as a reference for this matter temporarily." I moved the cash to the wooden bed again. Why would the thief tear off the fixed rope instead of simply cutting it open?Why is this ink fountain thrown on the ground?How did ancient corpses get smuggled out of museums?And, most importantly, why did he steal the ancient corpse?All kinds of questions are really puzzling.

I walked to the bed and groped lightly on the plank bed with my fingers.Just when I touched the edge, I suddenly felt a little wet liquid, and when I passed it under my eyelids, it was blood. Feeling even more suspicious, I squatted down and looked under the bed, and my whole body was shocked. On the bottom of the wooden bed, straight traces popped out one after another densely with the ink fountain, and the bright red blood revealed a trace of weirdness, which made people very uncomfortable. Wang Zitong also saw it, she gently tugged at my lapel, and said in a low voice: "It is said that Qin Shaoyou, a poet of the Song Dynasty, posed a riddle for Su Dongpo to guess. Gong, if you shoot a line, the evil spirits in the world dare not block it.’ The answer to the riddle is the ink fountain. It is said that because of its uprightness, the ink fountain can restrain all obscene things in the world.”

I turned my head and glanced at her: "Did you say you don't believe in these ghosts and gods?" "I'm not believing or not, but stating a fact." Under my sight, her face was flushed, and she managed to finish her sentence in one go: "I suddenly remembered, I seem to have seen this kind of ink fountain in a certain literature. Looking at the shape, it should not be made For artisans." I had already made up my mind, and said lightly: "I'm afraid, this kind of ink fountain is the reward given to the Onmyoji by the ancient court, right? And judging by the specifications of the ink fountain, this Onmyoji is very famous,"

"You know?" Wang Zitong was very surprised. I smiled: "It's not difficult to guess, the ancient onmyoji used ink fountains to ward off evil spirits, especially when encountering zombies. Perhaps, I have guessed the occupation and date of the person who stole the ancient corpse." Wang Zitong frowned slightly: "Researcher Ye, do you still have the idea that ancient corpses will transform into corpses?" "You are studying this ancient corpse, and there are so many weird and bizarre things happening on the ancient corpse, don't you think you didn't have the slightest doubt?" I looked into her eyes until she lowered her head.

"There are so many wonders in the world. Since in archaeology, so many rules have been handed down by the ancestors of the past generations, it is definitely not just groundless. I guess, Professor Ye may also be suspicious, so he called me, who does not know what to think first. , Let's see what's going on..." "Well, are you related to Professor Ye?" Wang Zitong asked suddenly. "Well, I'm his nephew." Suddenly interrupted, I scratched my head. "I've actually heard about you before." She said in a low voice. "Ah, that's it, hehe, I didn't expect that I'm so famous." I scratched my head again: "What did you hear about me?"

Her voice became even softer: "Arrogance, narcissism, and self-righteousness. Wherever you go, wherever you go, you will destroy it. You are too plucking, easy to get angry, and have a very bad temper. Not only do you deeply believe in the feudal thinking of ghosts and gods, but you also blindly worship them." Science. A whole paradox..." "Stop! Stop for me!" This girl looks polite, low-key and timid, how can she speak so viciously!I was extremely depressed and said: "Where did I hear all this? Is it that old man Yexuan!" "Not at all. In the field of archaeology, you have a great reputation. It's just that most people's praises for you are derogatory, and there are very few positive ones."

"Slander, live slander!" I breathed through my nostrils angrily and helplessly. Seeing my appearance, Wang Zitong laughed immediately, and the clear voice came to my ears like a silver bell, and I was stunned when I heard it.Unexpectedly, she is not considered a beauty, but her voice is as melodious as the sounds of nature. God is really fair! At this moment, the second uncle suddenly broke in. Panting, he shouted loudly to Wang Zitong: "Researcher Wang Zitong, a call came from the restaurant just now, saying that Dad was found lying in the supervisor's office!" A bad premonition came to Gong Zitong's heart, her eyes widened, her face was full of nervousness and fear: "My dad, he, is he alright?" "He, he..." The second uncle was a little hard to say the rest of the words. "He, is he dead?" Wang Zitong's eyes widened. "Yeah." The second uncle nodded with difficulty: "He was found dead in the autopsy room of the Superintendent Bureau, and he had been dead for about two days when he was found." Before he could finish speaking, Wang Zitong ran out crying with tears streaming down his face. My second uncle and I also ran out with her, asking me as we ran, "What's going on?" The second uncle paused, and then slowly said: "Wang Zitong's father is a forensic doctor at the Mosong Town Police Station. He arranged for him to dissect a rather strange corpse two days ago. No one had ever seen him, until a policeman went to him for an autopsy report, and found out that he was missing. Finally, he was found in the autopsy room, but judging from the spots on his body, he had been dead for at least two years. God." "Then how did he die? What was the cause of death?" I frowned. "I don't know too well. There were not many signs of struggle when he died, and the body was not moved after death. He should have been attacked and died in the autopsy room!" "Attacked? Didn't he die suddenly?" My brows frowned even tighter. "I'm afraid not," the second uncle said slowly: "Most of the items beside him were scattered on the ground. Although there were no obvious injuries on his body, there were still some faint pinch marks on his neck. There were two needles on the right side of his neck. hole!" Looking for a shock, he suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly asked: "Who is the corpse that Wang Zitong's father dissected?" The second uncle paused for a long time before uttering a sentence: "It's the administrator of this museum." "What!" I froze. The second uncle took a deep breath, and then continued: "This administrator is called Yang Li, forty-six years old, and has been an administrator in the Mosong Town Museum for nearly ten years. "Her main job is to ensure the safety of the cultural relics in the museum and to file and return the embezzled cultural relics. This job is actually not easy, and she is very competent in her work. She often stays in the museum alone in the middle of the night to work overtime Add more. Not long ago, she was found dead in the research room of the museum. At that time, the research room was locked by her, and the door did not show any signs of damage. You also know that the research room has only one door. There are no windows. Although the police preliminarily determined that she died of natural causes, there are only indications that her death was very abnormal." The second uncle licked his dry lips: "First of all, this administrator named Yang Li, although her body has no obvious wounds, but her whole body is pale, she has suffered severe blood loss, and even the facial muscles and the whole body have shrunk due to blood loss. .Also, there are two small holes in her neck." "There are also two small holes?" I immediately grasped the key point. "Yes, there are indeed two small holes. But the local forensic doctor believes that the two small holes are not the key cause of death. The cause of her death is likely to be myocardial infarction." I snorted coldly: "There are so many myocardial infarction patients in this world." The second uncle glanced at me: "I think so too. I always feel uncomfortable in my heart, so I wrote to ask you to come." "Actually, Second Uncle, you also suspect that the ancient corpse will transform into a corpse, right?" I looked back at him. He was noncommittal, but said indifferently: "If I haven't seen something that is not scientific, I won't believe it. But the death of researcher Wang Zitong's father is very similar to that administrator named Yang Li, and he is Yang Li was attacked and died when she was ordered to dissect Yang Li's body. From this point of view, I think it is definitely not easy." Second Uncle, an old-fashioned old man, seldom has such a quick mind.His sense of doubt is the place to look for doubts. It's just that what's going on, you still have to see the dead body of Wang Zitong's father before you know it. Mosong Town Police Station is only a few minutes' drive from the museum.To be honest, there is a museum in such a small town, and it has to be called a waste of resources.From many details, the living standards of the town residents are not high, and they are not rich, but the buildings of the positive and negative institutions are extremely luxurious, which also shows the half-ground positive and negative policy corruption from a one-sided perspective. The police station is on the positive and negative sides of the town.In this area, there are basically positive and negative institutional buildings one after another, and the level of luxury is comparable to that of ordinary urban positive and negative. The police station is no exception, hoarding a large piece of land and building a six-story building. The building has obviously been planned by experts, making it look like a villa.If it weren't for the signboard saying "Mosong Township Police Station" in front of the huge lawn, I'm afraid the outsiders would have subconsciously thought it was a star hotel. While I was cursing corruption, I walked into the police station with my second uncle, whose expression hadn't changed.There are very few people in the police station. After all, a police station in a town has a maximum staffing of more than 30 people. These 30 people are scattered in a huge six-story building. How many rooms does one person occupy on average? It became clear after careful calculation. But after taking the elevator to the third floor, the number of people suddenly increased.Wang Zitong was blocked by several policemen. She changed from her usual timidity and shyness, and while crying, begged the several policemen who blocked her to let herself in to see her father for the last time. Standing not far from her was the bloated chief, who took up half the space in the corridor. This fellow was flushed and smelled strongly of alcohol, and looked drunk. It is estimated that it is "reasonable entertainment" until now, and it was not until I was notified just now that I ran back. Impatiently, he asked his subordinates to drag Wang Zitong out. Wang Zitong cried so much that she almost fell to her knees.My son walked over, pulled her up with my hand, and said softly: "It's okay, we will find a way to let Mi go in to see my father for the last time." Her eyes were cloudy with tears, and she didn't know where her usual pair of glasses had fallen.As soon as my eyes came into contact with her face, I froze immediately. Is this still Wang Zitong who was so ordinary that she couldn't make a splash when thrown in the crowd? With her glasses off, her face is very delicate and delicate. Her long eyelashes, black and white eyes, and even her short hair, which is slightly messy, add a special charm to her. Her crying didn't make her look ugly, that kind of pitiful appearance, even the second uncle was slightly moved. This beauty, why does she always wear big glasses to ruin her appearance?I can't understand it, but I also understand that now is not the time to ask such unnutritious questions. "Professor Ye, thank you for your kindness. Our police station can handle this trivial matter." The chief hiccupped and was about to scold me, but he still recognized the person next to me after a long alcohol test. , subconsciously nodded and bowed. The bureaucratic system in the human world is like this, one level older than you is to overwhelm you.Although Mosong Town, a small place that doesn't shit like a bird, is a local emperor, but when he meets his second uncle who has connections with the province and the central government, this majestic bureau chief knows that he is no more than an ant-man on the ground. The second uncle nodded slightly at him: "The deceased is the father of one of my subordinates, can I go in and check the situation?" "Of course, of course," the director said quickly, smiling coquettishly, while letting his subordinates give up their positions. That disgusting look made me secretly make up my mind not to eat pork for the next three months. The situation in the autopsy room was similar to the description of the police officer who called the museum, and there was no sign of movement at the scene.The Mosong Town Supervision Bureau did not have an independent criminal investigation department, and had to call the city to ask the city police to send professional criminal investigators to investigate. Wang Zitong's father fell face down on the ground, probably being attacked from behind.Wang Zitong lay on his father's body crying like hell, while my second uncle and I squatted down to observe the scars on the dead man's neck. After a while, the second uncle raised his head and asked me, "Did you find anything?" "Not too much, but not too little." I pondered for a while and said, "First of all, the murderer was very cruel, and he didn't hesitate, and he was very determined to kill, almost fatal with one blow. "You see, he first approached the deceased from behind, and then wrapped his hands around the neck of the deceased. The murderer must have been very strong, and the deceased must have resisted. The things scattered on the ground are proof. It's just that no matter how much the deceased resisted, he couldn't get rid of it. The murderer held his hands around the neck. But he definitely did not die of suffocation, and the biggest cause of death is probably because of these two small holes." "How did you know that?" Most of those who have studied archaeology know how to identify the cause of death.After all, archeology is not just about dealing with antiques. Most scholars usually study ancient corpses thousands of years ago, and dig out a lot of information about their age from the death conditions and causes of death of ancient corpses at that time. So in the end, an archaeologist is no worse than a professional forensic doctor. The second uncle is well-known in the archaeological field, so he naturally has his own set of judgment standards.Obviously, his conclusion is not the same as mine. I was about to explain my conclusion in detail, when I suddenly thought of something, I stood up abruptly, and pointed to the operating bed for autopsy, my fingers trembling slightly. My voice was dry, and I said loudly, "Second Uncle, where's the corpse? The target of Wang Zitong's father's autopsy, Yang Li's corpse disappeared?" The second uncle also suddenly stood up from the ground, and he looked in the direction of my finger. I saw an empty corpse on the operating table, and the corpse that should have existed suddenly disappeared at some point...