The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 174 Let me out! Shanjun’s collection, I’ll show you the way!!! (Subscribe)
What?
Is there any big monster?

Shen Le shuddered, clutched the round box tightly, and was about to run out. The backpack vibrated slightly, and a ball of silver light jumped out, weaving around Shen Le like a net and spreading outward:

Five meters, ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters...

It passed by Lao Lu, Lao You, the practitioners and warriors, gently and peacefully, wrapping them up in it.

Everyone felt a slight warmth in their bodies, but apart from that, they did not notice anything unusual. However, in the deepest part of the cave, where the warning came from, a howl suddenly sounded:
"do not hit me!"

"I didn't do anything bad!"

"Help--"

The voice was low and hoarse, but it was trying to rise, tearing at the intercom's playback device, almost making it howl. Shen Le stopped and hissed:
What's this? I'm afraid of a big monster suddenly appearing. It turns out that the monster is more afraid than me?
[I caught him!] The backpack shook again. The small oil lamp cried joyfully, and a silver light circled around Shen Le and gently landed on his shoulder:
[It’s a big one! I caught it! Shen Le, do you want to go and see it? ]

"Is it dangerous?"

Shen Le asked the small oil lamp and the soldiers deep in the cave. After a pause, the voice coming from the intercom also became calm and soothing:
"It shouldn't be dangerous now. Mr. Shen, your electric net has trapped the monster. It doesn't dare to move... If you are interested, can you come and take a look?"

The light ball flew and pointed the way. Shen Le took a step, turned around, and entered the back cave. A deep corridor slanted downward, and the depressing dampness and moldy smell became thicker and thicker:
Shen Le only regretted not having a gas mask on his face. He followed the silver ball of light and walked down. The light became brighter and brighter, and the screams became more and more tragic.

At the end, a ray of sunlight suddenly shone through, illuminating a small pool of water. A silver cover was turned upside down on the edge of the pool, and screams kept coming from inside the cover:
"I didn't do anything!"

"I really didn't do anything!"

"I was captured by the mountain king!"

"Let me go, let me go—"

"Help me..."

Shen Le's head was buzzing because of his noise. He silently prayed in his heart, and the small oil lamp immediately converged the electric net, leaving only a few skeletons interlocked.

Through the silver line, Shen Le could see clearly that there was a turtle lying in the pool, its head facing the water and its tail resting on the shore.

The entire shell was black, about the size of a tabletop, with uneven lines on it, which, under the illumination of the electric light, presented strange patterns.

Shen Le frowned and identified it, then moved two steps to the left and right to take a closer look. The pattern looked a bit like the gossip, a bit like words, but when you look closely, it doesn't look like anything...

"Help me... I'm being held captive here by a mountain lord..."

The turtle was still wailing. Shen Le stood on tiptoe to take a look. The turtle's tail was stretched abnormally, with a dark thing sticking out of it, nailing it to the rock beside the pond.

The distance was too far to see clearly whether there was any bleeding, but I could see that there was a chain around the turtle's neck, tied firmly to the edge of the cave.

It is impossible for its head to retract into its shell, nor can it stretch out further. Even if its tail is painfully broken, it cannot escape.

"Mr. Shen, can you let this turtle out?"

I do not know!
You ask me, who should I ask?

Shen Le gave the captain a blank look, then turned his head and looked around. As a bird, Lao You didn't like the stuffiness in the cave, so he had already found a reason to fly out;

Huang Qi, the weasel, was also feeling uncomfortable in the tiger's lair. After working for a while, he couldn't bear it any longer and simply applied to move the work site outside.

As for Old Lu, he followed him closely, but he had no idea. When he saw him looking over, he bowed and asked:

"Mr. Shen, what do you think?"

I?
I see with my eyes?
Shen Le stared at him blankly for a while, then shook his head. He stood on tiptoe, carefully looked at the restraints on the turtle across the pond, reached into his pocket, and pinched the lamp bead:

"Qingdeng, can you keep an eye on it? If it dares to hurt anyone, will you kill it?"

【no problem! 】

The little oil lamp answered with great interest. The electric grid converged and turned into a silver-white electric ring, which fell on the turtle's neck, almost overlapping with the chain on its neck. Shen Le raised his voice:
"You are not allowed to hurt anyone! If you dare to hurt anyone, you will die immediately!"

The old turtle agreed repeatedly. Shen Le shrugged and spread his hands to the captain:

"The rest is up to you guys~~~"

Whether it was questioning, examining the old turtle's footsteps, or removing nails for treatment, he was not good at these tasks anyway...

People in the special affairs department are experts in their fields, so let them get busy!
"I'm going to check out Shanjun's collection to see if there's anything I'm looking for. You guys are busy!"

He waved his hand, turned around and walked back. Behind him, the old turtle stretched his neck and howled:

"Let me go, let me go... I know what the tiger has collected, I know where his treasure is buried... I can tell you where it came from..."

Shen Le turned a deaf ear to them. The core of the tiger's lair had been opened, and two members of the Special Affairs Bureau were guarding the door, nodding and saluting to him.

Shen Le smiled and said hello, walked past them, pushed open the makeshift wooden door, and stepped in. Almost immediately, he leaned back due to the smoke:
"vomit--"

This smell!

Such a strong fishy smell!

How can it be so disgusting!!!
Aren’t cats said to be clean? How could you make your storage room so smelly... Are you still a tiger?
You are worse than a pig!!!
Shen Le shouted and roared in his heart, covering his mouth and nose, and was almost choked to tears. In front of him, the old shaman smiled and turned around, handing him a mask:
"This has some protection against evil spirits. Come on, put it on and you'll be fine..."

I don't need protection from evil spirits! I need protection from bad smells!

Can someone give me a triple-proof mask with activated carbon filter?

He sighed and looked closely at the tiger's collection. He sighed deeply after seeing it:

So poor...

Shanjun is indeed a tiger demon, and a tiger demon living in a wild land. Most of its collections are body parts of demons:

Long and straight leg bones, long, flat and slightly curved ribs, many pieces pieced together into one, the ribs faintly covered with light, white and smooth, sharp and long fangs...

There are also branch-like deer antlers, curved and sharp horns of cow or sheep, and those spiraling upwards, which may be horns of antelope or gazelle?

There were also bear skins, leopard skins, unidentified objects, a dark mass of unknown internal organs, and black dried meat hanging up, which might be some kind of animal meat...

The old shaman's eyes lit up as he watched. He touched this, weighed that, and was unwilling to let go of any of them.

Shen Le guessed that, in his eyes, these were all materials that could be used to refine magical instruments or potions?

But I don't need any of this. Shen Le shrugged, bypassed the area, and walked straight in.

He walked to the pile of junk in the corner, squatted down and looked through it, then he became interested:

Cultural relics!

Cultural relics!

Judging from the shape, the workmanship, and the aura deposited on them, these things are definitely cultural relics and cannot be from last week!
"Eh... For these things, we should hire a teacher..."

Shen Le flipped through the pages for a long time, and his brows furrowed more and more as he flipped through the pages.

Perhaps out of personal interest, the tiger did not pay attention to collecting antiques, and the toys piled up in the cave were not of very high quality.

Not to mention that it is far behind the National Museum and the like, even the slightly larger Provincial Museums can surpass this one so much that it is unrecognizable.

Shen Le estimated that these things were not so much the tiger's collection as they were the belongings of the humans he had eaten:

There are very few antiques and curios, and they have obvious regional characteristics.

Shen Le glanced over and saw a jade pendant with a double deer pattern, a jade pendant with a gyrfalcon holding a swan, and a pair of golden stirrups;

A gold belt and a bronze mirror. I couldn't quite recognize the words on them, but they looked like something I'd seen on some cultural relic.

A pottery pot with black and white patterns, a pottery pot in the shape of a duck, both of which are very unique in shape...

In other words, these are the things used by the nations that once rose up between the White Mountains and the Black Waters.

Shen Le could probably identify the features, but if he were asked to further analyze the age, shape, and value, he would probably fail.

If it doesn't work, just call someone! Shen Le decisively picked up his phone, took a lot of photos and videos, and sent them to Professor Lin. Soon, Professor Lin called:
"what happened?"

"Well, I found a batch of antiques. The state of preservation may be a little... Just like you said, some special people have some special abilities..."

"Ok?"

The old lady snorted in confusion. Shen Le quickly added:
"It's what you said last time, that if you want to enter the museum, there is another way besides taking the civil service exam, another way!!!"

Professor Lin, you promised me, please don't forget it!
Whether it is to preserve, identify, or repair the things taken out of the monster's cave, someone has to handle it...

Instead of telling the teachers lies or "I don't know why it's like this", I'd just be straightforward and tell the teachers the truth...

"These things always need to be handled by experts. I think it would be better to ask a teacher from our school. Professor Lin, what do you think?"

The old lady laughed out loud. Well, I found a batch of cultural relics whose origins are not clear, and I donated them to my school to brush up the project?

That's fine, more discoveries will always lead to more achievements and more material for writing papers. The little guy is thoughtful...

She held the phone and answered slowly:

"You little fellow...Okay, I get it. I'll take care of it. By the way, how's your repair of the dressing box going?"

"I'm still working on it, I'm still working on it..." Shen Le replied with a guilty conscience. Well, he did work on it a lot, but the so-called "work on it" definitely doesn't mean the "work on it" of creating a new folder...

Part of the reason I came here this time was because Lao You said that I found clues about the parts of the dressing box here...

"Please work harder! Fix it quickly, otherwise, some things will be delayed! Ahem, ahem..."

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