The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 526: The tragedy happened in the mansion, how should I solve it?
He was told to start work the day after tomorrow, so Shen Le threw himself into the work that evening and began to study the information he brought back from [Dark Ancient House].

This study immediately found something wrong:
"Teacher, look, this beam... there are some strange marks on the beam!"

"Indeed." Professor Han adjusted his glasses and squinted his eyes to make his presbyopia see more clearly:
"This mark...this mark, Shen Le, what does it look like to you?"

"Hard to say……"

Shen Le first tried to look at it carefully, then stretched out his hand to trace along the screen, and finally simply printed out the photo and took up a pen to outline it bit by bit.

On the huge beams that are as dark as iron, thin marks meander down. At first glance, they look like flowing water, but upon closer inspection, they look like branding irons, deeply branded into the beams.

When the mark extended to the bottom of the beam, it even condensed into a slightly larger circle, corroding the entire beam and making it a little concave.

Shen Le held the photo upright and traced the vertical marks on the beam with his hand. After a moment, something occurred to him:
"It feels like water flowing down? - No, it doesn't feel like water, it feels like... blood?!"

He suddenly turned around and stared at his instructor. The instructor looked serious, staring at the computer screen in front of him for a long time, then sighed:

"It looks like blood to me too. Blood and water have different viscosities, so when they flow on wood, the traces they leave are also different. And..."

He enlarged the picture, enlarged it, and enlarged it again. He raised the tip of the pen and made a few points on the outermost edge of the blood flow:

"Look at these scattered dents. Do they look like blood splattering?"

Teacher, when did you learn these things?
This is a forensic skill!

Shen Le looked at his mentor in shock. The old professor, with gray hair but still full of energy, climbed the mountain faster than his students and spread his hands:
"Don't look at me, I also learned it on the spot. This time, something strange happened in the old house, and blood came out of the well. They invited the criminal investigation personnel from the Municipal Bureau to take a look, and they told me about it by the way."

Well, it's probably traces of blood flowing, splattering, dripping, or something like that.

It's impossible to use it directly to solve the case, but it's enough to study the weirdness in the old house.

Teacher, you are strong!
You live and learn!

Shen Le gave his mentor a thumbs up and continued to study. By enlarging the picture to the same size as reality and outlining the traces of blood flow, it can be roughly seen that there was once a person on it.

He was probably hiding on it, or lying on the beam, hiding behind a pillar, or he might have seen something and wanted to jump off the beam.

However, before he even hit the ground, he was killed, blood splattered on the beams, dripping...

Shen Le switched the photos one by one. Sure enough, after a few cuts, he reached the pillar next to the bloodstain. He enlarged the picture and pulled out a close-up, and could clearly see seventeen or eighteen holes on the pillar.

Some were straight, some were slanted, some were deep, some were shallow. Every hole was stained with a brand-like mark, as if a large amount of blood had once flowed into it.

Connecting the holes, bloodstains, and columnar traces drawn by the blood flow, Shen Le felt that a picture scroll appeared in his mind:
There was once a man who was shot with strong bows and crossbows. Seventeen or eighteen arrows, or even more, nailed him to this pillar alive.

Maybe he is not dead yet and is still trying to struggle or call for help.

However, he no longer had much strength left. His lungs were punctured and he could not make any sound. Only large streams of blood gushed out of his mouth, with blood bubbles, flowing out...

"What is this person's identity? Why is he here? He...why does he have such a strong grudge that after thousands of years, the scene of him being killed can still be condensed in the ancient house?"

Shen Le frowned and thought. He flipped through the photos one by one, examining them carefully. However, there were thousands of photos, and he couldn't finish looking at them all in a short time:
"It would be nice if there was an AI to help with the work... At least we could play a game called 'Spot the Differences' to help us find out what the differences are between the ancient house in reality and the ancient house in our imagination..."

He felt dizzy and couldn't help complaining. Beside him, the instructor laughed:
"You're overthinking it. Today's AI isn't that smart yet. We also used the AI developed by the college next door, and it showed a difference in angle or lighting, with a screen full of red dots!"

Ah, well, we can only hope that those people working on AI will work hard and iterate on artificial intelligence.

At the very least, it was impossible to rely on Shen Le. Even if Shen Le could mobilize his spiritual power and the vitality of heaven and earth to repair the barrier between heaven and earth, and help Yun Kun drag back a foreign black fish——

When it comes to AI programming and tuning, he is not much different from a computer illiterate.

"No other way, just do it slowly. If it doesn't work, find two more undergraduates and have them sort the pieces manually—"

"What about us?"

"Let's...Teacher, I have an idea. Let's scan this house again and see if there are any new discoveries?"

The instructor had no objection. So Shen Le picked up the scanner and headed straight to the old house, setting it up under the beam that had once nailed someone to death.

The 3D laser scanner emitted a thin beam of light, which passed over the beam inch by inch, and then...

"Crack!"

There was a slight sound. Shen Le was still turning his head left and right, looking for the source of the strange sound, when he saw a wisp of light smoke rising from the scanner...

???

He rushed over. He looked down and saw that the screen had gone out. He couldn't see anything. He tried to restart, and then tried to restart again...

"Oh, this is broken?"

Shen Le held on to a glimmer of hope and asked the manufacturer to come and repair it. The repairman took apart the outer shell and took only one look at it, then sentenced the scanner to death:
"It's hopeless. All the electronic components inside are burned out. It's physically destroyed. If you want to fix it, you have to replace all the electronic components. You might as well buy a new one!"

"Eight hundred thousand!" Before Shen Le could speak, his junior brother Ma Xuanyu, who was rescued from the haunted house, screamed:
“This one costs 800,000!!!”

If it breaks, they need to buy a new one. Although it may not all come from their project funds, it will definitely cost a large sum!
The project already has very little funding! With this additional money, their project allowance, their accommodation and meals, and the occasional treat from their mentor...

It's all over!
Now I can only say that fortunately, the results of the scans a few days ago have all been exported and not included in it...

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you." Shen Le remained calm as he took out a small and exquisite scanner from his backpack, unfolded the tripod, and placed it on the ground.

Anyway, he had money, and he had bought a machine before, the latest model at the time, for the convenience of work. He didn't feel bad at all about giving it to the school as compensation:
"Boss, do school assets like scanners have serial numbers? Or do they just need a note? The school doesn't care which one is which?"

"You don't have to pay for this..." The instructor frowned and declined. Shen Le had already carried the scanner and ran to the ancient house:
"I don't believe it! - Let me scan it again and see!"

Then, the scanner, which he had bought less than two years ago and had used many times, that he brought into the dark ancient house to scan the entire place and had never broken down... also emitted a wisp of smoke, and broke down.

What the hell? !
Shen Le couldn't believe it. He walked around his scanner again and again, but it was useless. What could not be saved was still not saved.

There was no choice but to call Gu Yulin:
"Do you know what the situation is?—Do you know what can be done?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

There was an uncontrollable burst of laughter from the other end of the phone. Gu Yulin laughed for a full minute before he slowly stopped:
"You've only just come across this problem now. --Hey, when I gave you the cell phone for the Special Affairs Bureau, didn't you understand?"

So...electronic equipment will be interfered with or even burned under special circumstances?
The Special Affairs Bureau has targeted modification plans for these electronic equipment, and has already modified a batch of them?

Shen Le immediately understood what Gu Yulin meant. He coughed and answered decisively:

"So you have a pre-modified scanner here? A Leica 360? Get me one right away. I'll pay you a penny more, even if you raise the price!"

Gu Yulin's laughter stopped abruptly.

Ready-made... He really didn't have it. Not only did he not have it, but the exchange library of the Special Affairs Bureau also didn't have it. He quickly called his superiors, reported it to the higher authorities, and asked various departments -

As quickly as possible, if there is a ready-made one, move one to him. If there is no ready-made one, modify one right away!
Three days later, two scanners were placed side by side in front of Shen Le. One was the original one, purchased from the original factory, exactly the same as the one in the previous school, and could be used perfectly as a replacement - or compensation;
The other one is a modified version of the Special Affairs Bureau, which is said to be able to cope with attacks at the level of the Ghost King. It can scan normal images and illusion images in the illusion created by monsters 500 years ago.

Shen Le held the modified version and rushed into the old house again. He set up the scanner and started working:
This time, a thin laser passed by, and large patches of blackened light suddenly appeared on the beams. The scanner head turned back, and the laser fell on the beams. Shen Le said "Huh", raised his hand and pointed:

"Boss, look!"

"where?"

"Where where?"

"Where on earth is this?!"

The instructors and fellow students swarmed over, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, craning their necks to look up.

Two nearsighted brothers simply took out their mobile phones, opened the telephoto shooting interface, used the mobile phone screen instead of their own eyes, and tried hard to see:
"There's nothing strange about it! The beams are still the same as before!"

However, in Shen Le's eyes, this beam was no longer what it originally was.

A human-shaped dent slowly appeared on the beam, and blood oozed out from the seventeen or eighteen holes and from around the outline of the human shape.

Shen Le didn't even need to think to know that it was the man who was shot dead on the beam. His resentment, pain and fear were remembered by the ancient house and lingered for a long time, showing up here...

Shen Le subconsciously approached the huge pillar. He didn't need to set up a ladder, he just jumped lightly and stood on the beam.

He stepped on the beam and walked forward lightly until he reached the pillar. He put his hand in the center of the seventeen or eighteen holes, which were probably the arrow holes in the dead man's chest.
In an instant, a cold current swept over, Shen Le's whole body shook and he closed his eyes.

That voice...

What's that sound!
The sound of horse hooves!
The violent sound of iron hooves hitting the stone road was so frightening that it frightened everyone. Amid the quiet screams of fear in the ancestral hall, the iron hooves kicked the black lacquered door and kicked it open.

Then, ride in!

Zheng!
Zheng!
Zheng!
There were the sounds of swords being drawn, shouts being made, and whips being cracked. The horseshoe-studded hooves directly kicked the ground of the ancestral hall, which was filled with incense and graceful greetings.

The knights rode in and shouted. Shen Le's ears perked up:
This voice sounds so familiar!
No, this pronunciation is so familiar!
He had heard it, he had heard it in his memory - in his last memory, in the experiences of the clay figurines, in the battles under the fortified city, in the desperate charge -

They are Tatar soldiers!

The Tartar soldiers are rushing in!

"Damn it! It's them again!"

Shen Le clenched his fist angrily. Throw! He remembered that at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, Citong City had fallen into the hands of the Yuan army...

Then, due to the betrayal of a group of ungrateful people, the Yuan army committed terrible massacres in this city.

"Logically, the Huang family shouldn't have been wiped out... So, was it just bad luck, or was it because they were rich and powerful that they became the target of robbery, or did they protect someone?"

Shen Le shuddered. His palm felt hot, and he retracted his hand, looking at the burnt mark on his palm:
The mark has a pointed head and expands into a triangle at the back, then converges into a vertical pole at the back.

It looked like an arrowhead, and a three-sided arrowhead with a built-in blood groove...

This, this pain and resentment, has lasted for thousands of years?
Catch someone who can feel it, who can take it, and then, just stick it on my head?

Shen Le shook his head and planned to go back and check this history to see what exactly happened - I hope it can be found in the county annals or the Huang family genealogy.

He gently jumped off the beam, saw that the scanner had finished its work, and hurriedly carried it and walked. And this painful memory was indeed captured by the specially modified scanner.

After Shen Le exported the file from the scanner and restored it with special software, the teachers and students looked at the images in it and marveled:

"Sure enough, someone has died here."

"It's still like being pierced by thousands of arrows. It's so miserable."

"But the first strange phenomenon in the old house was blood coming out of the well. Should we check the well again?"

"So how should we repair this ancient house? How can we repair it so that it can be restored to normal and ordinary people will not be taken away by it?"

Everyone's eyes were on Shen Le. Shen Le raised his hand and scratched his hair, hesitant:

"How about we take a closer look at those beams and repair them?"

(End of this chapter)