The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 564 Shen Le: I found this armor, you can only look at it, you can’t touch it!
Shen Le slowly bent down, his fingertips suspended over the surface of the yellow sand, lightly brushing it.

A bit of sparkling light appeared on the sand dunes that were swept away by the sandstorm... Although it was just a tiny bit, an area that could be circled by the thumb and index finger, it made Shen Le subconsciously squint his eyes.

This is……

This is metal, buried in the sand dunes, immortal metal for thousands of years. The surface is uneven, and the pattern is obviously man-made. He can even recognize the craftsmanship of the pattern:

This is the result of engraving. Judging from the sophistication of the craftsmanship and the pattern style, it can even be determined that it is a craft from the Tang Dynasty.

And, at the deepest part of the pattern, there was a little bit of black remaining, which was very firmly attached. If he was not mistaken, it should be the result of silver plating?
In fact, even without this little light, Shen Le felt that he would not miss it. The sandstorm was like a wall, and as it moved forward, it left behind remaining cries and marks along the way;

Like the sand and soil it dropped, although most of it is very thin and can be blown away by a breeze, there are always some marks like stones, which are stronger and deeper than other marks.

The bit of metal that Shen Le saw was constantly shouting and announcing its existence:

The shouts, the sounds of fighting, the sounds of swords and horses, and the sounds of heroic songs can be heard clearly even by an ordinary person with a strong spirituality if they are within ten meters.

Of course... In this endless desert, whether anyone would get within ten meters is another matter. However, Shen Le stood up and looked around, then recalled his position:

Perhaps, should, perhaps, the place where he is standing now was once a section of the ancient Silk Road?
Although it's not the most crowded road, it's still a road. And if you just turn a little to the side, you can get here?
What a pity! Since the Tang Dynasty lost the Western Regions, the Northern Song Dynasty, the Southern Song Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty have never been able to reach that far.

Although the Yuan and Qing dynasties opened up this place, the black wind whistling through the desert seemed unwilling to communicate with them?

As for modern times...

Ever since modern people built roads, few people would stray so far from the road, except for the narrow maintenance area above the road and next to the roadbed.

Shen Le sighed deeply. He listened attentively to the sound of the metal and tried to feel the breath inside.

This piece of metal has spirituality, and it is quite strong. However, the spirituality is quite incomplete, limited to a short piece of information, and cannot be communicated to the outside world...

"Don't worry... don't be sad... I will fix you, I will collect you and fix you as a whole..."

Shen Le promised in a low voice, squatting on the sand dune, reaching out to stroke small pieces of metal, his fingertips circling around the metal, each circle slightly larger than the previous one.

In this way, he guided and directed his mental power to penetrate slowly outward and downward, bit by bit, searching slowly.

One foot, two feet, three feet, one square meter, two square meters;
Down one inch, two inches, half a foot, one foot... one meter, two meters...

After searching for a radius of ten meters around him and a depth of three meters, Shen Le sighed and withdrew his mental power. It seemed that in such a large area around him, there was only this thing...

It will be a long process to find all its parts, no, to find all its other parts?
He walked a few dozen meters away, took off his bracelet, and laid it flat on the sand. A clear light flashed, and Huang Yutong released his original form and opened the door to let Shen Le in.

Shen Le pushed open the doors of each room and looked around, muttering as he looked:
"Where is my spade... and my brush... and my big drawer... and my probe... and my rope..."

[You put something there and forgot about it? ]

Huang Yutong raised several balls of light, which turned into arrows to show him the way. Beside him, the women in Luo skirts had already rushed out, stretching their long black hair to their longest lengths, searching the rooms one by one:

"Thank you, bye, I'll do it myself." Shen Le closed his eyes helplessly and followed the arrow forward.

To be honest, the way the girls in Luoqun stretched out their hair to look for something really had the feel of a horror movie, especially with such a large amount of black hair, covering the sky and filling the entire courtyard...

If you are not careful, you will start to wonder if you have traveled through time and space to the story of A Chinese Ghost Story and are standing in front of the tree demon, okay? !
He followed the light ball lens and searched three rooms in a row. Finally, he found the tools he wanted. He put them all in a large drawer and walked out with them.

To be honest, these things are not professional field archaeological tools, but low-end substitutes. He just bought them as spare parts.

Of course, when it comes to actually working, many of the low-end tools are even rougher than what he is using now?
Shen Le climbed back to the top of the sand dune, and first inserted more than a dozen poles at one meter by one meter points around the metal sheet, and then tied ropes to the poles.

After taking a picture of the metal sheet and recording its location and surroundings, he raised a large dustpan, lay on the sand dune, and shoveled hard:
"Hey, it's done!"

I shoveled up the sand and the metal sheets inside completely and put them in a large drawer, which basically ensured that they would not deform!
At this point, Shen Le became cautious. Although he used his mental power to scan the dunes and felt that there would be nothing else in them, he still had to scan them again:
Crouching in front of the big drawer, with a small shovel in one hand and a small brush in the other, he swept the floor out layer by layer, sweeping away one layer, observing it, sweeping away another layer, observing it again:
"No, no, still no. Sigh, I used to follow the boss to explore the earth layer by layer, but I was never so careful..."

Sure enough, working for others wouldn't be as meticulous as working for yourself, right?
And to be honest, when exploring the area, I didn't dare to blink and didn't dare to ignore anything.

Stone pieces, soil lumps, burnt ashes, bone fragments, even a pile of feces, are all worth studying.

I'm not kidding. In the Hotan Museum, there is still a plate of thousand-year-old camel dung, which is a very commemorative exhibit...

Shen Le was extremely careful and carefully brushed down layer by layer. The metal object he saw was still somewhat rusted and broken even in the dry desert:

From a foot away, he began to see small fragments. Very light, very thin, almost rusted, and almost without light:

If the texture wasn't different from ordinary gravel and if it didn't have a subtle reaction when touched by mental power, Shen Le might have really missed it!

"Piece by piece... piece by piece... and piece by piece again... How can this thing still be together with the main body after being broken into pieces like this..."

Shen Le squatted on the sand dune, brushing and muttering quietly. He didn't dare to blow loudly, for fear that if he blew too loudly, he would blow away some important fragment:
"Also, it's broken into pieces like this. How on earth am I going to put it back together when I repair it? Don't tell me they weren't made of the same piece in the end..."

He worked under the scorching sun, concentrating on his work, not daring to be distracted for the moment, and even stopped summoning water vapor to condense into clouds to bring him moisture and coolness.

The cultural relics unearthed in the desert have been preserved to this day because of the extreme dryness; if they were damaged or deteriorated, the instructor would not scold him, but he would give himself a couple of slaps!
Under such extreme dryness and exposure to the sun, the little guys retreated into the old house one after another, happily turning on the humidifier to protect their bodies.

Only the small oil lamp was circling around Shen Le, constantly giving advice:

[Shen Le, let me help you dig! I dig very fast! ]

"No, I'm not in a hurry."

[Then... I'll show you the direction? I'll sweep my electric current downwards and immediately know where the metal piece is! ]

"No need, don't sweep it. Let the current pass through it. I'm afraid you'll break these fragile things."

[Then I'll use a tablet to play the video for you? It's boring to squat here and work...]

"Be good. If you feel bored, just go back to the house and watch videos. I'll do the work by myself. Or... walk around and see if there's anything similar to this within a kilometer radius?"

【okay! 】

The small oil lamp crackled, a ball of silver light flew up, and then disappeared. Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief:

Thank God, we managed to trick this kid away. If he sends a few more electric currents through the dunes, we won't be able to do our work today!
Shen Le was so absorbed in brushing that he forgot everything else. In the distance, on the side of the road, two guys from the Special Affairs Bureau crawled out from under the tent, their faces covered in dust, and they were running around anxiously:

"Where's Shen Le?"

"Where did Shen Le go?"

"Before the black storm came, he was still on a nearby sand dune! - He wouldn't be buried by the black storm, would he?"

“Fly the drone and see!”

The small drone circled again and again, and flew over the entire three-kilometer area, looking at the top, bottom, and back of the dunes, and every nook and cranny, but found nothing.

Not to mention people, there wasn't even a trace of footprints, everything was wiped out by the black storm!

"Call him?"

"I called, but couldn't get through! No signal! - Is he still in the Black Storm?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Mr. Shen doesn't look like the kind of person who would let himself be wrapped up in the black storm and never look back, right?"

"In theory, he won't... The problem is, the problem is that the ghost soldiers just passed by, he won't be taken away by the ghost soldiers, right?"

"Impossible! - But, considering his personality, he might chase after the evil soldiers and kill them..."

The two guys from the Special Affairs Bureau turned around in a daze for seven or eight times, and finally started the car, got on the road, and chased in the direction of the black storm.

Drive one kilometer, stop to search with the drone, and make a few phone calls;
Drive another kilometer, stop and search again, and call to ask.

Even when the scorching sun set in the west and the silver moon rose in the east, with gentle silver light spreading across the desert, they still hadn't found Shen Le. They could only hang their heads in despair and call the bureau to report:

"We got separated when the black storm passed through... Yes, there's no news... Cell phone? There was a signal two hours ago, but no one answered. Now the other party's phone is turned off..."

The local special affairs director who received the news was also in a state of confusion. How could such a simple mission to accompany the playmate go so wrong?
How can a person disappear?

It would be best if Shen Le did not encounter any accident. If something happened... Putting aside other things, Yun Kun is still in Lop Nur, busy with experiments every day. What if it is not satisfied?
"I see. I will contact the relevant local departments immediately and send people to join the search." He tried to calm his breath and told his two subordinates: "Stay where you are and don't move. Send us your location. Someone will definitely come to find you within an hour at the latest!"

He hung up the phone and tried to contact someone. Less than half an hour later, the two guys from the Special Affairs Bureau saw a helicopter rumbling over quickly:

"Where did Mr. Shen go? - Got it, you guys stay where you are, do you still have supplies?"

More and larger drones took off, spreading a large search net in the desert. The two guys sighed to each other, quietly retreated back into the car, and started eating self-heating rice:

It was a simple driver-guide mission, but it turned out like this. What sin did they commit...

Shen Le, however, felt nothing at all. He brushed the sand layer by layer, from day to night, and finally finished brushing a cubic meter of sand.

On top of the specially spread out bed sheet was a thick acrylic board with dozens of plastic bags of varying sizes stuck on it.

The small bag contains metal flakes that are not much bigger than gravel, and the medium bag contains metal flakes ranging from the size of rice grains to the size of a fingernail and half the size of a palm.

Shen Le held the largest piece of metal in his hand, turning it over and over, observing it carefully:
"It feels like... maybe a helmet?"

The double layer of metal was pressed together by some powerful force, almost into one piece. The surface was a bit uneven, and from the edge, you could see winding cracks, and there was something black in the middle that looked like dirt;
Looking more closely, there is a two-inch hole on the left metal plate. The hole is uneven, most of it is concave inward, and even a little curled;
Shen Le reached out his hand and touched it lightly, his brows instantly furrowed, and he subconsciously pressed the side of his head:
This hole was smashed out by some blunt object with a pointed tip!

It broke with one blow and hit the person wearing the helmet, and that person was probably killed on the spot. Even now, using mental power to feel it, I can still feel the sharp pain:

Kill!
Kill!
Kill the enemy!
boom! ! !
My head feels so dizzy and painful... Everything is black before my eyes... I can't take it anymore, I can't hold on any longer...

Go back... go back...

Pain, dizziness, darkness, gradually enveloped me. Something was flowing out, surging out, and my body was getting softer and colder...

Can I go back... Can I go back to my hometown...

The loess hills and the locust flowers of my hometown... squatting at the door, holding a large gray-yellow clay bowl, slurping a bowl of noodles with just a few cloves of garlic...

When can I see...

"what!"

The vision was extremely dark. Shen Le woke up in a daze and found himself lying on a sand dune.

Looking up, I saw that the bright moon overhead had passed an angle, from the height of the treetops to almost reaching the top of my head;

Small oil lamps gave off a few silver lights, which surrounded him and illuminated him. Women in silk skirts and red wedding gowns stood in a circle around him, their skirts and sleeves connected, using their bodies to form a curtain...

"Ah... I'm fine..."

Shen Le shook his head vigorously to make himself more awake. He touched his head to make sure that he was not wearing a helmet and there was no hole in his head.

Looking down again, the broken suspected helmet was still lying quietly on his knees, but the gloss on the surface seemed a little dim.

He took a breath, patted his chest, and supported himself to sit up. He tried to breathe in and out a few times to let the heat flow through his body:
"I'm really fine. It's just that the memories this helmet wants to pass on to me are too strong..."

The pain and struggle, the memories and longing at the moment of death have not faded even after thousands of years.

Fortunately, it fell into his hands. If it fell into the hands of any teacher, or any professor who focuses on archaeology or cultural relic restoration, I'm afraid someone would die on the spot.
Just when I thought of this, there was a rumble in the distance, and the roar of propellers suddenly sounded. Shen Le turned his head and saw a silver light net interlaced between the sky and the earth, thin but bright, extending to several kilometers away;
The helicopter was hovering outside the light net, as if trying to get closer, but was blocked outside.

Is this... a small oil lamp?

Of all the little guys, perhaps only the little oil lamp can mobilize power of this level and nature...

"Qingdeng, I'm fine, let them in." Shen Le turned his head and raised his voice. In a flash, the silver light net was instantly retracted and disappeared;
After a pause, a clay figurine holding a loud speaker ran out of the ancient house and shouted to the sky:

"Shen Le asked you to come over! You can come over now! But don't get too close!"

"Oh, my God, we finally got here." The pilot of the helicopter sighed and couldn't help wiping the sweat off his face.

The search for Shen Le was fully launched, and it took only two hours to find a figure lying motionless on the sand dune, suspected to be unconscious;

The helicopter flew over quickly, trying to take the person away, but before it got within five kilometers, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, and the intention to intercept it was very obvious.

They circled around again and again, and every time they got close to a certain range, lightning would strike.

In the end, sending drones in was impossible, and walking was impossible. The optical network was connected to the ground and the entire area was blocked...

"It seems that Shen Le should be fine." After calling back, the director of the local Special Affairs Bureau was relieved:
"The one who can control the power of lightning should be the oil lamp spirit beside him. If Shen Le is in trouble, they must be extremely anxious and urge you to go and save him——"

Not letting him go is because Shen Le needs quiet time, either he is in meditation or practicing. Wait a little longer, until he gets up by himself...

"Thank you for waiting for a while. Um, did you bring enough supplies?"

not at all!
The helicopter was on a mission, and we were not prepared to stay in the cold desert night for so long! The cabin was not warm enough, and the clothes we wore were not enough!
Ah—— sneeze!

Can you at least let us go inside and wait?
Keep the house warm! We won't come out to disturb anyone!
Unfortunately, no. The pilot and the co-pilot waited tremblingly until midnight, and finally saw Shen Le climb up, and the light network between heaven and earth disappeared.

With the idea that they could "go into the house to warm up", they quickly flew over. Halfway through the flight, they saw that all the spirit instruments around Shen Le had flown into the ancient house.

Including Shen Le himself, he stepped in, obviously putting the things in his hand into the ancient house.

Then, that ancient house with three entrances and three exits, which was quite characteristic of coastal areas and obviously shouldn't have appeared in the desert, was gone, gone, gone...

"By the way, is it a good thing we didn't go into that house?"

"Is there a possibility that if we go in, we might wake up tomorrow morning and find ourselves lying on a bare sand dune..."

"Then he dug up the sand and spit out the yellow mud soup, right? There might be some strange bugs or something in the yellow mud soup..."

"Thank you. I'm going to live in this house myself. No weird things will happen here." Shen Le rolled his eyes as he climbed into the cabin.

"Also, this house is also a spirit. It can hear what you say. It's a little unhappy now. You'd better not force it to reveal its true form in mid-air..."

The helicopter pilot and co-pilot shuddered at the same time. Shen Le's assumption was too scary!

Such a house, unfolded in a helicopter, no, let alone unfolded in a helicopter, even if unfolded in an An-225, the cabin would probably collapse in an instant!
what?
The An-225 no longer exists?

That's okay...

They didn't dare to continue complaining, so they could only close the hatch and ask Shen Le where he was going. Shen Le smiled and raised the box in his hand:

"Is it convenient for me to go to Dunhuang? I found something good..."

Ah this...

Mr. Shen, is there a possibility that our helicopter does not have such a long range...

You are now almost at the westernmost end of the border, which is a full thousand kilometers away from Dunhuang where you want to go.

Although the maximum range of this Z-10 is indeed 1120 kilometers, we have been circling around for several hours in order to find you...

Besides, it's a distance of thousands of kilometers, why don't we just take a car or a plane? Why should we think of taking a helicopter?

Something that small, bumpy and noisy, it's not a regular means of transportation!

Shen Le obviously did not insist, and let the helicopter take him to the nearest base, and then the base sent a car to take him there over a thousand miles.

He rushed into the Dunhuang Research Institute, where cultural relics workers were already waiting. He had met the leader of them in BJ.

Seeing the box in his hand, several professors' eyes lit up:
"Shen Le, you really found something good! We have only a few complete Tang Dynasty armors unearthed so far, so it would be great if we could have one more!
——Where did you find it? Give us the coordinates and we will send someone to find it immediately!"

"No, no!" Shen Le held the box and stepped back:

"Stay away from me! Stay as far away from me as possible! This helmet is [that] thing, ordinary people can't stand it!"

Where are the special affairs personnel in the museum?
Come out quickly!
Help me set up a laboratory to suppress psychic energy, otherwise I will have to go home!
I still have a lot of things to ask the professors here!

(End of this chapter)