Restoring cultural relics: Starting with the crying Tang Dynasty figurines

"not yet."

Su Yuan said a little embarrassedly, "Don't worry, I'll help you look for it next time you go into the mezzanine. Even if we don't succeed, there's always the time after that..."

The pottery shard was relieved; it flashed twice and then remained still.

Su Yuan placed the pottery shard next to the bronze mirror. A Wu's reflection emerged from the bronze mirror, glanced at the pottery shard, and then returned to the bronze mirror!

After washing up, Su Yuan lay down on the bed, placed the bronze mirror next to his pillow, and watched as the light and shadow inside slowly shrank into a ball of light.

Su Yuancai closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep with a smile on his face.

In the provincial capital, Han Zhengming sat in his office with a map on his desk, while Jiang Weiguo stood beside him, giving a report.

"Director Han, Su Yuan successfully entered the mezzanine today. He went in from the warehouse on the second floor of the repair center and came out after about two hours."

Han Zhengming took a drag of his Nanjing 95 cigarette: "Did he find anything?"

"I don't know. Two people from the Ninth Bureau are with them, and the news is being kept very secret."

Jiang Weiguo glanced at Han Zhengming, who was puffing out smoke, and said, "When Wang Jianguo saw Su Yuan come out, he seemed to be in good condition, so he must have gained something."

After listening, Han Zhengming paused for about ten seconds and then said:

"Now that he's gone in once, he'll go in again and again until he finds everything he wants..."

"Then, Director Han, should we deploy personnel near the repair center in advance?"

"No rush."

Han Zhengming hummed in agreement and waved his hand:

"It would be safer to make our move after he has gone in a few more times, gotten deeper into the mezzanine, and is no longer able to leave at will."

"Director Han is right..."

Su Yuan was awakened in his dormitory in the middle of the night by a sad sound.

It was a sorrowful sound that seeped from the very bones, a sound of helplessness born from years of pain.

He opened his eyes in the darkness. The reflection of Awu in the bronze mirror beside his pillow seemed to be empathizing with his sadness, pointing in the direction of his workplace with her little finger.

Su Yuan hurriedly sat up and touched the bronze mirror. As soon as he touched the mirror, he felt a cold sensation!

This is not Awu's aura. This aura is heavier and more weathered, and it carries the smell of gunpowder and blood.

"Su Yuan..."

A faint voice came from the bronze mirror: "Over there in the old warehouse... there's someone, they're in pain, take a look..."

Su Yuan glanced at his phone; it was only 2:17 AM.

Without thinking much about it, he got dressed and left the dormitory. As he walked, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. He turned around but saw nothing!

When they arrived at the main gate of the unit, security guard Liu Jun was dozing off in his guard booth.

Su Yuan didn't disturb him. He went through the automatic door to Zhang Weiyi's office to get the key, without disturbing Chen Xiaohe.

As Su Yuan walked towards warehouse number three, the closer he got, the clearer the mournful cries became.

The intensely painful sound echoed directly in his mind. As he pushed open the warehouse door, a wave of sorrow washed over him!

The warehouse was dark, so he turned on the light and took out the bronze spiritual eye from his pocket.

The scene before my eyes has changed.

On a shelf against the wall in the warehouse, there was a military green wooden crate, from which black mist was seeping out.

The mist condensed and did not disperse, gradually gathering in mid-air to form a blurry human figure!

The human figure was hunched over, its hands clutching its lower back, as if enduring immense pain.

"Who...who is...there?"

Although Su Yuan was used to their presence, he still couldn't help but shiver and ask in the middle of the night.

The humanoid figure suddenly raised its head!

Su Yuan saw it clearly: the face... was a skull, with a green glow emanating from its dark eye sockets...

Su Yuan swayed, inwardly screaming, "Oh my god! It's human bones again... I'm going to cry..."

The skeleton's mouth was agape, its upper and lower jaws opening and closing incessantly, emitting a sickening wail.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..."

The sound of the skeleton was unsettling, and its tattered clothes suggested it came from a modern battlefield.

"The bullet... the fire... I can't pull it out... I've been in pain for almost eighty years..."

Su Yuan sifted through the chaff, took a deep breath, and walked forward tremblingly.

When the skeleton saw him approaching, it didn't back down, but staggered forward a step, exposing its lower back.

Su Yuan then saw clearly that there was a deformed bullet lodged in the lumbar vertebrae of the skull!

Several cracks appeared in the bone around the bullet, and black mist seeped out from those cracks.

"Are you... from this box?"

Su Yuan mustered his courage and asked.

The skeleton nodded frantically, pointing its bony fingers at the military-green wooden crate.

Su Yuan walked over and opened the wooden box.

Inside, there were some things neatly stacked: a worn-out military uniform from the 1940s, a broken enamel mug, and a package of letters wrapped in oil paper.

At the bottom was a cloth bag. When you opened the bag, you found a pile of complete skeletons inside!

Su Yuan wiped the sweat from his brow, gritted his teeth, and examined the skeleton closely. It wasn't well-preserved; the color was yellowish, and there were cracks in several bones.

The most shocking sight was the bullet lodged in the lumbar spine! The bullet was deformed and deeply lodged between the vertebrae.

"This is..." Su Yuan frowned.

"Left behind during the war, before liberation!"

Zhang Weiyi's voice came from behind him. Su Yuan was startled at first, but then his courage grew.

Su Yuan turned around and saw Zhang Weiyi standing at the warehouse door in his pajamas and slippers, looking like he had rushed out in a hurry.

"You didn't come home...you heard that too?"

Su Yuan hurriedly asked, and Zhang Weiyi nodded:

"I had something to do last night and didn't go home, so I squeezed in with Xiao Chen. With such a commotion, how could I not know? How could I be your director?"

"I asked Xiao Chen to check the surveillance footage to see if there are any abnormalities at the workplace."

He walked to the wooden crate, looked at the skeleton, and remained silent for a long time.

"This is a soldier from the War of Resistance against Japan."

Zhang Weiyi said very solemnly:

"This box was dug out of the battlefield two years ago, and it was brought here along with the remains."

"The original plan was to preserve it for preservation and then transfer it to the martyrs' cemetery when conditions were right. But later..."

"What happened next?"

"Later we contacted several departments, but we couldn't find any identification information for these remains. There was no name, and no military unit number..."

"All we know is that the sacrifice took place roughly in the 1940s."

Zhang Weiyi sighed: "The letters in the box are almost completely rotten, and the handwriting is illegible, so I'll just leave them here for now."

Su Yuan's fear vanished, replaced by a solemn gaze as he looked at the skeleton, its eye sockets facing him directly.

It spoke again:

"It hurts... Help me, pull this thing out... Please..."

Su Yuan looked at the skeleton, feeling its expectant gaze.

"it is good."

The skeletal figure retreated back into the wooden crate. The two carried the crate to the second-floor storeroom, saying they would deal with it tomorrow, and then went back to rest.

After breakfast the next morning, Su Yuan began preparations.

He laid a clean velvet cloth on the worktable, carefully took the skeleton out of the wooden box, and laid it flat on the velvet cloth.

Chen Xiaohe and Qian Weidong also came over. Chen Xiaohe was carrying breakfast and was peeking out from outside the door while eating a steamed bun.

"Sigh...this skeleton is so pitiful."

Chen Xiaohe grinned at the door, but dared not go in:

"Su, are you really going to remove the bullet? Won't it be in a lot of pain if you perform surgery?"

"There are precedents for artifacts with skeletal gunshot wounds."

Qian Weidong said from the side that he had seen him in the provincial capital:

"Human bones, as relics bearing witness to history, also require protective restoration. But removing bullets... Su Yuan, do you have experience with that?"

"No..." Su Yuan answered honestly, "I'll be careful."

I just feel heartbroken for it.

He first carefully examined the overall condition of the skeleton, which was the remains of an adult male.

The bone age is roughly between 25 and 30 years old!