The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 193: One hundred and eighty thousand cultural relics, let's see which one has a problem (BT7274 Blackened Diamond Snow Leopard plus more)

Shen Le originally thought that in order to feed the small oil lamp, he would have to ask the Special Affairs Bureau to contact the power department and coordinate a substation.

Who knew that this time, he underestimated the museum.

The girl from the Special Affairs Bureau had just made two phone calls when an electrician arrived with a smile on his face. His uniform had the words "Museum" on it:

"Mr. Shen wants to find a place to charge? A place with high power? How big should it be?"

"...a switch cabinet in a substation?" Shen Le tried hard to recall the results of the last communication.

He was not sure about the exact power. The old house had a separate power line, which seemed to be 200kw? Or 200kv?

Forgive him for having to return his physics to the teacher. It’s not that he can’t remember the units, but he just needs to think about it to determine which is which…

"How big is the substation?" The electrician's face stiffened slightly, but he still had a tolerance of "I'm just an amateur, so it's like this".

Substations are divided into ultra-high voltage substations, high voltage substations, medium voltage substations and low voltage substations according to voltage.

You just talked nonsense and said it was a switch cabinet for a substation. How should I know what power you want?
"...the substation in Zhuxi Town..." Shen Le answered while searching his memory. The small oil lamp in his backpack had already jumped up, impatiently:
[110 kV substation! 110 kV! The switch cabinet I use for electricity is 10 kV...]

It’s bad. The little oil lamp is more familiar with voltage than him... Will I be despised by the little oil lamp in the future?

Shen Le reported it verbatim. The electrician smiled confidently:

"Ah, then there's no need to look for the power supply bureau. Our museum has eight power lines, four main and four backup, all 10 kV! Enough for you to charge! Come on, follow me!"

What...what, is the museum's power supply so strong?

A museum needs a dedicated substation to supply it with electricity?
"Oh no, we need two different substations." The electrician smiled and shook his head:

"The main line and backup line must come from different substations, so that if one side has a problem, the other side can be saved."

He took Shen Le to the power distribution room and pointed to two different ring main units:

"Both of them will do. Whichever one do you want to charge on, take out the device and I'll take it!"

The little oil lamp jumped up impatiently.

Eat up electricity in big gulps, and move forward in big strides; eat up electricity in big gulps again,
With enough electricity as backup, the power of the small oil lamp was almost endless, and it only took two days to sweep the entire repair area:
"The outside is all clean, only the artifacts themselves are left. By the way, do the artifacts need to be revisited?"

Shen Le stared at the artifacts in the cabinet. In his spiritual eyes, the black energy contained in the artifacts was particularly serious, especially the keel, deck, and mast:
It can't be said that there is black air in the cultural relics, it is simply that the black paint condensed into the cultural relics. Did this unfortunate broken ship become a ghost ship and was pulled back from the underworld?
"...Will your method harm the cultural relics?"

A restorer who followed him closely asked cautiously.

He looked a few years older than Shen Le, and judging by his age, he was probably a doctoral student. There was a circle of people around him, all looking at him with conviction, waiting for him to speak.

Shen Le lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then shook his head:

"I can't say. The principle of my method is to pass an electric current through the object to be purified to eliminate harmful auras. This method..."

There is still a certain probability that it will affect the physical and chemical properties of the cultural relics, right?

"What should I do?"

“Are you sure it will have an impact?”

Doctoral students and graduate students asked at once. Without Shen Le's answer, they began to think of their own solutions:

"Is there any way to control the intensity of the current so that it can counteract the harmful aura and not harm the cultural relics?"

"Need some experiments?"

"Are there any cultural relics that are not too valuable that can be moved out for experiments?"

"How to plan the experiment? How to control the variables? Which cultural relics to choose?"

“Wait, do we have extra budget?”

Shen Le looked at them, who were talking to each other, and did not include him in the discussion at all. He could only smile bitterly.

Hello, is there a possibility? I also graduated from University B with a degree in Archaeology and Cultural Relics Restoration, and I am also a practitioner in this industry...

External experts are also experts!
Don't think of me as an exorcist!

"Mr. Shen, we are professional in setting up experimental plans, and so are you." The leading doctor walked over slowly:

"However, you are the only one who is professional in removing the supernatural aura from these artifacts. So, could you please make the most of your strengths?"

Ah, he is worthy of being the leader of his fellow junior students. No wonder they were willing to leave him here after their mentor fell ill.

Shen Le smiled and nodded at him: "Can you let me take a closer look at these cultural relics? Maybe, after looking at every one of them, I can find a way..."

"Of course." The doctor smiled and turned to guide him forward:
"Come, let me introduce you. Speaking of which, you were busy treating people when you first arrived here, and you haven't had a good look at these exhibits. I'm really sorry for not treating you well..."

The entire museum is divided into three floors, with a total construction area of nearly 2 square meters. Looking at each item one by one, it's so exhausting that even your legs will break.

The leading doctor took Shen Le and dived to the bottom layer, getting as close to the main body of the shipwreck as possible.

The entire wreck is 20.35 meters long and 7.85 meters wide. It has been dismantled into countless parts, each piece lying quietly in the water tank:
"The desulfurization and desalination of these sunken ship components have been completed, and the dehydration and shaping are basically completed." The doctor gave Shen Le instructions as he walked:

"The ship was broken into two halves, east and west. When it was discovered, it was spread out on the seabed. The east half is slightly larger and better preserved, while the west half is slightly smaller..."

He pointed to the huge photo on the wall.

Shen Le squinted his eyes and looked left and right, but couldn't figure out where the "eastern half" and the "western half" were.

These components were buried in the sea, covered with mud and sand, and covered with shells and snails, and the shape of the ship was almost unrecognizable...

"You are really amazing to be able to find it like this." He praised sincerely. The doctor smiled and shook his head:
"That's the strength of our underwater archaeologists. Unfortunately, the upper hull and the sides of the ship, the components that are above the seabed, no longer exist, so we can't see what the structure above was like."

Maybe I can see it. Shen Le narrowed his eyes and stared at the hull in the tank. If I can repair it, if I can at least repair part of it...

Perhaps, the memory of this ancient ship can tell me what it looked like?
"However, there are still many major components of the ship, which are well preserved and clearly identifiable." The doctor paused, then became happy again, pointing out the tanks one by one:
"Look, this is the keel of the ship, this is the rib, this is the bulkhead, the bilge pad, the hull plate, the water hole, and this one we guess is the mast base..."

How did you guess this?

Shen Le looked at the things in front of him that were long and short, big and small, and of varying thicknesses. He could only barely tell that they were made of wood. He could only sigh that every profession has its own expertise.

Even these messy things are called "highly restorable" in the eyes of professionals who restore ancient shipwrecks!
It was in such a rotten state that those who were repairing ancient buildings and ancient furniture simply gave up!

"Come, let's go this way. Here are the various cultural relics unearthed from the ancient ship. We have sorted out more than 18 pieces..."

The corner of Shen Le's mouth twitched. 18 pieces!

What a huge number that is!
This means that all the goods in the cabin, all daily necessities, all coins, and even human remains should be laid out one by one!

These things are made of sea sand, shells, and maybe even corals, and are stuck together. The amount of working hours consumed just by counting them one by one is an astronomical number.

Probably, there was only one research institute, a dozen people, plus dozens of students from various majors and directions, and five, six, seven, or eight years were spent on it...

"Look, there are so many types of artifacts that have been excavated and cleaned up." The doctor paused and raised his hand to point forward.

In the corridor in front of them, there were signs hanging high above the doors of every room, with different words indicating different types of cultural relics:
Ceramics, copper and iron, gold and silver, lacquered wood, coins, cinnabar, animal and plant remains, plant cores, human remains...

"Let's look at them one by one? Which ones are more important, and which ones might be the source of the dirt?"

Some of the 180,000 pieces of collection are placed outside for restoration, while many more are preserved one by one or in boxes in specific environments.

You have to look at all of these things, even if you only look at each one for one second, you have to look at them continuously for more than two days.

What's more, Shen Le didn't think that he had the ability to keep his spiritual eyes open 24 hours a day...

Shen Le turned around and walked into the room or hall marked "Human Remains" without hesitation.

As soon as I walked in, a bone-chilling chill mixed with a strange smell of sea and blood hit me in the face:

"The seal can't hold! Go! Go!!!"

A sharp female voice rose up. From the depths of the hall, a middle-aged woman rushed out. She was the fifth person in the Special Affairs Bureau's stationed team.

Unlike the last time they met, when she looked dignified and tired, this time, the red hairpin on her head was tilted, one hand held a long-burning lantern, and the other hand held a long ancient costume dress.

The flame on the eternal lamp flickered and had shrunk to the size of a bean, sometimes bright red and sometimes emitting a faint blue light.

Every time the flame turned blue, the woman blew upwards, and the flame grew bigger and brighter...

"Qingdeng! Go get her!"

Shen Le shouted in his heart. The silver light surged, swept past the woman, and pushed straight to her back.

Instantly, a silver light net appeared, and it resisted the swirling black air in the air, exploding continuously:

"Is it here? Something dirty suddenly appeared on the ancient ship. Is it the resentment of the dead on the ship? Is this resentment so deep?"

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