The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 223: New components of the red wedding dress? What did the girl experience at sea?
Shen Le slowly squatted down, staring at the thing thrown out by the old turtle, his body getting lower and lower.

Ah, he could have judged it with his mental power, but he still couldn't get rid of his old habits. He felt that if he squatted lower and looked with his eyes, he would be able to see more clearly...

This thing looks familiar to him.

No, it wasn't the object itself that was familiar to him.

This thing, ah, this thing wrapped in sand, silt, shells, and maybe even coral fragments, he really couldn't guess what it was just by looking at its shape.

But he was familiar with the aura above!
He was familiar with those auras that were sweet, gentle, desperate, sad, resentful, and all kinds of emotions intertwined together!
These past few days, he has been working hard to repair the red wedding dress. Every day when he is with the dress, all he sees is this kind of spiritual light!
"Where did you find this?"

Shen Le used tweezers to pick at the strange-shaped object, frowned, and tried to guess what it was. While guessing, he asked:

"Would you mind taking me to have a look?"

Of course no one would disagree with such a simple request. Not even humans, and not even turtles.

So the speedboat cut through the waves and headed for the target. Seeing that uninhabited island getting closer and closer, the old turtle jumped off the deck first, waving his limbs and swimming forward, leaving Shen Le in a daze on the boat:

"Hey! Give me a ride at least!"

There is no shoreline on this island that anyone can normally reach!

The mud was so deep that one could sink to at least the waist. There were large, sharp rocks and broken shells that could cut your feet if you stepped on them.

In a place like this, the old turtle can happily climb up thanks to its flat body and thick skin, but he can't!
How long would it take for the boat to go around the island, finally find a place to go up, and then find the target after twists and turns?

Shen Le looked down at himself. He was wearing short-sleeved shirts, quick-drying trousers, and river trekking shoes. He was the type of person who could only walk on the beach and was not able to protect himself from any injuries.

Old turtle, are you really sincere?

Or do you want to take this opportunity to frame me?

"Mr. Shen, please don't bother with this old guy. There will always be a piece of his brain missing." The female turtle splashed into the water, floated on the sea, and spread her limbs.

As she moved, the surrounding water waves became unusually gentle and peaceful, and even had a sticky feeling:

"Mr. Shen, step on the water and get on my back. I'll carry you. Don't worry, I won't let you fall into the water!"

She vowed solemnly. Shen Le leaned against the side of the boat and reached out to press the water.

He was surprised to feel that the water surface had solidified into an elastic jelly-like state. When he pressed his hand on it, it sank less than one centimeter and actually bounced back.

I then extended my mental power to explore further into the distance, and from the side of the ship to the side of the female turtle, and then to the other side of the female turtle's shell, I saw this jelly-like water surface!

"Thank you very much!"

Shen Le picked up the little turtle and stuffed it into the hands of the special affairs bureau personnel. After instructing them to "wait here for us and don't move", he stood up, stepped over the side of the boat, and walked along the water to the back of the female turtle.

The sea rolled around him, and a transparent wave wall rose up, just high enough for him to hold on to the top with his hands. The female turtle said "Hold on", paddled her limbs, and headed towards the island.

Walking along the way, chattering along the way:
"Mr. Shen, you have to talk to that old guy. He dares to run anywhere and pick up anything!

He almost got himself killed last time. Luckily you came over. Otherwise, he would have been covered in dirt and passed it on to his children. What would he do?"

Shen Le nodded and nodded in agreement, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

When he came to the shore, he followed the path left by the old turtle, walking forward in twists and turns, one step high and one step low.

As I walked, the road ahead of me suddenly extended into the bushes.

Could you please consider me following behind you?
Ah, can I?
If the old turtle was in front, Shen Le would almost pull him out and give him a good beating on the head.

However, the old turtle was crawling so fast that he could no longer be seen. He could only use his mental power to explore and find a barely passable path in the bushes.

As I walked, I used my spiritual eyes to look around. I walked through a bush, then a stretch of wasteland, and continued along a path that might be a stream.

Walking, suddenly stopped:
If he was not mistaken, or if he had followed his mentor around and had not yet returned the experience of saving various ancient buildings to his mentor, then someone had lived here before!

Although it has been deserted for a long time and no one has lived here for many years, there were people who lived here!

This place looks like a house, this place looks like a well, this place looks like a drying yard...

Is this a small dock?

So, who lived here? Why were things related to the red wedding dress found here?
Damn it, he wasn't an archaeologist, and he had no way of figuring out what it originally looked like from the wild grass and undulating terrain.

What if it were the teachers who did field archaeology, they might just walk around once or twice, dig a few shovels of soil, and then quickly outline the shape of a village or a settlement?
"This is it." The old turtle slowly popped its head out from the front. It lay in the sand and used its front legs to dig a hole big enough to bury itself:

"I came here to bask in the sun, and when I lay on the shore, I thought there might be something in there. As I was searching, I found this place—" Shen Le looked down along his movements. He was not looking at the things in the pit, but at the soil around the pit, and while looking, he compared it with his memory:

"The soil here is different from the one next to it..."

I'm sorry he can't tell how they are different. Well, in archaeology, there is a special subject called archaeological stratigraphy, which determines the age of the strata based on the differences in soil texture and color;

He had memorized it and looked at samples when he was an undergraduate, but with the little he memorized in class, it really felt that there was not enough to use in his studies...

Shen Le walked around the pit once, then again, spreading his mental power and seeping into the soil, but for a long time he still couldn't figure out what was going on.

He had no choice but to squat beside the pit and watch the old turtle fiddle with the sand. Gradually, as something appeared inside, Shen Le suddenly raised his voice:

"stop!"

He jumped down into the pit and pushed the old turtle aside with both hands. He ignored its screams and squatted down to carefully look at the shape of the things inside:
"It feels like... it's surrounded by something... Hey, can you get a shovel?"

There was no shovel, and the boat didn't carry one. But the old turtle waved his forelimbs and a wave flew up from the distant sea and flew directly in front of him.

The sea water deformed and froze into the shape of an engineer shovel, and was sent to Shen Le:

"shovel!"

Shen Le: "...Can you please help me expand the pit a little and dig up the dirt around it? It should be about this size..."

The old turtle went to work while mumbling. Shen Le stood up, turned around, pulled a handful of grass and wrapped it around the handle of the ice shovel, and began to dig the soil quickly:
Boost!

Boost!

Before the shovel melts and the water seeps into the pit and wets everything inside, you have to dig out everything that needs to be dug out!

Damn it, why couldn't he use his mental power to directly sense the objects below, and find any one of them that was directly related to the red wedding dress!

Shen Le kept digging the soil, his movements gentle and careful. While digging, he rotated his wrist, trying not to touch anything buried in the pit.

Ceramic bowls, ceramic plates, an iron pot, and this strange pile of things. What is it? Fabric?

Thank God he didn't have a flash of inspiration, so he didn't have to pick up these things and repair them, let alone guess whether they were clothes, shoes, or bedding.

Anyway, Shen Le followed the pit dug by the old turtle and slowly moved forward. He soon saw what he was waiting for:

A puppet, or rather, something made of several pieces of wood that had been roughly carved out and barely resembled a human figure, but had been buried in a pit for many years and was almost completely rotten.

There may be some fragments of fabric on it, but they require delicate archaeological techniques to extract;

On the right hand side lay a harpoon, the wooden handle of which had almost completely rotted away, and only the remaining fork tip could reveal what it had once looked like;
On the left hand side, as the ice shovel was fiddled with and brushed, a stick-like object longer than the arm lay quietly in the pit.

Very good, very nice, another thing with aura!

This... judging from its shape, it should be a weapon?
Shen Le took out a roll of plastic sheet from his backpack and spread it out on the ground. With his spiritual power flowing out, he lifted up the stick-like object, moved it to the plastic sheet, and wrapped it carefully.

He walked around the pit and thought slowly:

Judging from the way things are arranged, this is a... cenotaph?

Is it that girl's?
Did she not come back, did she not rest in peace on this land? And her descendants chose to build a tomb for her, instead of burying her at sea like other fishermen?
Where is her husband?
What happened to the scholar in blue later? Did he go to sea with her?
Shen Le picked up the plastic sheet and squatted in the pit to dig for a long time, confirming that there was no other aura, no epitaph, no tombstone, and nothing that could identify the owner of the tomb.

He could only ask the old turtle to restore the grave to its original state, record the location, and then ask him to go around in the sea:

"Remember the smell of these things. If you find something similar, please bring it to me. Well, if it's what I want, I'll come visit your child one more time if you find one!"

Why did it encounter such dirty and yin energy when it was wandering around?
Did that young girl encounter anything strange?

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

The old turtle ran towards the sea with great energy. Amid the sound of the waves, Shen Le heard him and his wife bickering while swimming:
"You also said that I shouldn't run around! Look, Mr. Shen said that if I help him find things, he is willing to take care of my child!"

"That's because you're lucky! If you were unlucky, you would still harm the baby!"

Bang, bang, bang, swish. While the old turtle couple was struggling, Shen Le held a long stick in his left hand and an unknown object in his right hand, with a gentle expression:

"Wait, I'll fix you when I get back. - You must tell me what happened before!"

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