Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

Life is always full of change and drama.

Professor Wu reported the situation to the leader, and soon he had to give instructions, not only to have a group of four security guards, but also to follow the accompanying application proposed by Professor Wu.

"Li Mo, let's set off immediately."

The six people boarded the earliest flight to Shanghai, and they have already contacted the earliest return flight tomorrow, because there are special antiques to be transported by plane, and the leaders of Beijing University don't know what happened. Anyway, everything is arranged properly, just wait for them to board the plane on time.

That night, Professor Wu saw the huge antiquity suspected to be one of Xiang Yu's twelve-faced golden gongs. He studied it excitedly until midnight. If Li Mo hadn't repeatedly reminded him that he would have more time in the future, he might be able to appreciate it until dawn.

The next day, a container truck was parked in Shuxiangmingyuan Community, and Li Mo carried it into the truck alone, and drove it all the way to the aircraft parking lot because of a special pass.

Li Mo simply didn't care, he closed his eyes and rested as soon as he boarded the plane. To be honest, it was his first time flying by plane yesterday, and the feeling of the soles of his feet hanging in the air was really uncomfortable, and he finally understood the reason why Master didn't dare to fly.

The plane arrived at Kyoto Airport at around eleven o'clock in the morning, and the arranged truck was already waiting, and there was also a special pick-up car. When we reached the gate of the Kyoto Museum, many familiar faces had already gathered there.

"Little Mo, is that really one of the legendary twelve-faced golden gongs?" Shi Ziming grabbed Li Mo who had just got off the car, and wanted to confirm to him.

"Curator Shi, I said it doesn't count?"

"If you say yes, the probability is 80% or 90%. I don't believe in anyone's eyesight, but I believe in yours."

Li Mo was a little ashamed, whether this was blind trust.

"Curator Shi, I'm a little guilty. It's better for you and the experts to personally identify it before discussing its true and false origins."

"Let's go, let's go together."

Zhu Mingcheng's team has prepared various documents, and the handover will be completed once both parties sign.

"Lawyer Zhu, in the future, you can just ask someone you trust to come over for things like this, you don't need to do it yourself."

"In comparison, Mr. Li's matter is more important."

Li Mo didn't say anything more, judging by his professionalism, he was absolutely impeccable.

There is a treasure house in the Kyoto Museum, and a single room was sorted out overnight. After Li Mo put the ancient relics from the Qin and Han Dynasties on the floor stand, the experts and professors who couldn't wait hurriedly watched it.

"Li Mo, why don't you go to work beforehand, and I'll contact you when it stops here."

Professor Wu's suggestion is correct, and Li Mo also happens to be going to the Bronze Ware Museum again. His eyes have a tendency to change. At present, only the colorful halos transmitted by the heavy bronze wares of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties will be absorbed by his different pupils. .

Walking into the Bronze Hall and standing in front of the Four Rams Square Zun, Li Mo used his different pupils, and suddenly a colorful halo formed a stream and penetrated into his eyes. The initial cool feeling made him feel comfortable all over, but it didn't take long for his eyes to swell again, and the colorful halos continued, and the speed of integration became faster and faster.

Just when Li Mo couldn't bear it any longer, his eyes suddenly fell into darkness. He felt as if his eyeballs exploded, and the muscles on his face were twitching from the pain.

With a plop, Li Mo fell to the ground and passed out.

"Someone passed out here!"

Several staff members came over to take a look, and they all recognized who he was, and hurriedly called for help on the walkie-talkie.

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In the single ward of the hospital, Li Mo was lying quietly on the bed with an IV infused in his right arm. The equipment at the bedside showed that his physiological functions were all normal.

Outside the ward, Niu Sanpang and Qin Sirui were consulting the doctor.

"From the test results, the patient was caused by severe hypoglycemia. He is currently supplementing with glucose and can be discharged after waking up. Don't worry, he's fine."

After the doctor left, Niu Sanpang murmured, "No wonder every time I eat with him, he eats so much. Such a strong person also has hypoglycemia."

"Three fat, your company is quite busy, go back to deal with business first, I will stay and take care of him."

Niu Sanpang looked at Qin Sirui's flawless pretty face, seeing that her gaze was always on Li Mo through the glass, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Si Rui, take care of it first. I'm going back to the company to be busy with the autumn shoot. Let me know if there's anything going on here."

Qin Sirui gave an 'hmm'.

Niu Sanpang shook his head slightly and left the hospital.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Mo woke up in a daze, his eyes were blurred at first, and then slowly focused. His gaze penetrated the roof and saw the empty wards on the floor above. The line of sight is still strongly penetrating, once again penetrating a layer of roof, and then there is the scorching sun.

The September sun still released its enthusiasm, Li Mo was stimulated by the noon sun, and his eyes closed subconsciously.

Open it again, and everything in front of you is back to normal.

"The see-through ability of different pupils has indeed been enhanced many times."

Li Mo turned his head and looked outside the ward. The wall was no longer an obstacle. He saw doctors, nurses, and patients passing by in the corridor, and then he saw a very eye-catching scene.

Close your eyes immediately and lie quietly on the bed.

Within a few minutes, someone opened the door and walked in. Li Mo turned his head and saw that the person who came was Qin Sirui, who was carrying soup in her hand.

"You're awake." Qin Sirui's eyes were full of worry.

Li Mo sat up and looked at the time on his phone on the bedside table. He had been in a coma for a whole day.

"How did you know I was in the hospital?"

"Three Fatty called you because of something. A professor from Beijing University answered the call and told him that you suddenly passed out and were already in the hospital." Qin Sirui opened the soup, poured him a small bowl, brought it to him and said softly, "Three Fatty contacted me again, and I will come to the hospital to see you."

"Don't worry, the doctor said that you were in a coma caused by severe hypoglycemia, just pay attention in the future. This is freshly stewed pigeon soup. It is very nourishing. It is a bit hot. Drink it slowly."

Li Mo felt relieved, the doctor found a perfect explanation for him.

"Thanks."

Li Mo took the pigeon soup and drank it slowly in small sips.

"Are you avoiding me?"

Qin Sirui asked suddenly, and Li Mo coughed from a mouthful of soup. It took him a while to stop coughing, and tears came out of both eyes.

"What am I hiding from you?"

Qin Sirui stared at him calmly: "You really didn't hide?"

Li Mo put the bowl on the bedside table, and took out a piece of paper to wipe away his tears. There was a wave in his heart, as if a stone had been thrown into the puddle of water, and the water was rippling.

"You suddenly asked this question, did something happen?"

"It's okay, I'll just ask casually, as long as you don't hide from me. I'll go through the discharge procedures for you and finish the pigeon soup."

Qin Sirui walked out of the ward, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he turned around.

Li Mo looked at her back, he understood some things in his heart, and he had to make some choices only when he understood.

Anyway, it's a mess right now.

Qin Sirui sent Li Mo to the Kyoto Museum, and repeatedly told him to take a good rest before leaving.

When Professor Wu saw Li Mo, he put down his work and asked, "Is the physical examination okay?"

"It's okay, it's just hypoglycemia. I didn't eat enough to catch the flight yesterday."

"It's good that it's fine. In the past two days, we will sort out all the details and compile them into a book. Then we will use high-power instruments to make a detailed identification of its composition and internal imaging."

"Is there anything I need to do?"

"Professor Zhu's work is in the final stage, and it will take about a week before you can return to Beijing. During this time, you have been following us, mainly to record the detailed data of each identification link, which will also be useful for you to write special papers in the future. "