Tang Ren pinched the jade mouthpiece with two fingers and rubbed it on his trouser legs: "Wow! This quality is enough to buy a villa in Bangkok!" He suddenly pointed the mouthpiece at the hole in the ceiling of the cold storage, "Look at the carving, it must be something from a prince in the Qing Dynasty!"

Qin Feng almost slipped when he grabbed the mouthpiece. The flashlight of his phone illuminated the seal characters engraved on the inner wall: "Guang... Guangxu's 31st year, Jiang... Customs Supervisor." His fingertips rubbed the concave part of the seal characters, rubbing out some dark green powder, "This... This is the secret medicine for maintaining bronze vessels."

Su Chen's scalpel suddenly heated up automatically, and the system projected a spectrum analysis chart on his retina: "A mixture of cuprous oxide and bone powder was detected, and the composition ratio is consistent with the 'Dragon Scale Paste' recorded in the customs files in 1905."

Suddenly, there were chaotic footsteps coming from the cold storage, and Kuntai's loud voice pierced through the iron door: "Qin Feng! You destroyed the scene again! All your bonuses for this month will be deducted!"

Tang Ren rushed to the corpse and ripped off the dead man's suit. "Look! There's a peony tattoo on the heart!" He took out his phone and took ten close-up photos. "To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost he would be romantic!"

When Su Chen squatted down, the system suddenly sounded an alarm. The peony pattern on the chest of the deceased was split into a nine-headed snake pattern under the purple line, and each snake head was holding a wax seal. He looked up at the ventilation duct: "The pattern pigment contains luminous powder, which needs to be activated by purple line."

Qin Feng had already climbed up to the roof of the cold storage by stepping on the shelves, his tactical boots stuck in the cracks of the tiles: "Traces of pushing... carts, and... lily pollen." He picked up a handful of moss, "This... This is a unique variety of clothing on the back wall of the old church in Chinatown."

"Ding! Space-time coordinate overlap warning." Su Chen's temples jumped, and the system forced to call up the three-dimensional projection of the customs warehouse in 1905 - the location of the cold storage they were in at the moment was exactly the entrance to the underground secret room where the smuggled cultural relics were sealed.

Tang Ren suddenly lifted the hem of the corpse's shirt and found a wrinkled talisman stuck on the navel: "Heaven for mercy! This is a talisman for warding off corpses!" However, printed on the back of the talisman was a QR code for Jin Lou's restaurant ordering service. When he scanned it, it turned out to be an order for Buddha Jumps Over the Wall from three days ago.

Suddenly, there was a sound of metal dragging in the corridor, and Boss Lin's sneer seeped in through the crack of the door: "Officer Qin, how about changing morning tea to midnight snack?" He chopped the iron door with his nine-ring knife at the same time, shaking off the ice chips.

Su Chen's scalpel glowed blue, and the blade reflected the bronze rust between the nails of the deceased - overlapping with the red dot on the drainage system map, where the ten zodiac animal heads that had not been transported away that year were buried!

Tang Ren suddenly took out a remote control and pressed it, and all the autopsy tables in the cold storage popped up at the same time. Ten corpses sat up in a cold mist. He hid behind the corpses and shouted, "Brothers, let's talk! I'll ask the Grandmaster to negotiate with you!"

Qin Feng took the opportunity to stuff the jade mouthpiece into Su Chen's hand, and the bottom of the mouthpiece unscrewed to reveal a micro-roll - on it was a photo of Boss Lin and the museum director, with the bronze tripod that was supposed to have disappeared in 1905 placed in the background!

Torrential rain suddenly poured in through the hole in the cold storage roof, and the lilies spread their petals in the water, revealing the miniature camera embedded in the stamen. A flash of red light disappeared.

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Heavy rain wrapped in lily petals hit the dissection table, and the micro-camera burst into sparks from the accumulated water. Su Chen picked up the charred crystal with tweezers, and the system immediately marked the crystal serial number on the retina: "2023 Third-generation military eavesdropping device, the current positioning signal is moving towards the dock."

"Lin... Boss Lin is in a good mood." Qin Feng suddenly raised his voice and lifted the film roll to the hole in the ceiling of the cold storage, "Shooting...shooting a documentary with a live broadcast?" The moonlight shone through the film roll onto the wall, revealing a series of longitude and latitude coordinates that corresponded exactly to the red dots of the drainage system under Chinatown.

Tang Ren kicked over the liquid nitrogen tank, and white mist instantly engulfed half of the room: "There is no taboo in granting blessings from the heavenly officials!" He swung out the Sanqing Bell hidden in his waistband and smashed it at a strong man's nine-ring sword. The chaotic "ding-dong" sound actually played the tune of "Ode to Joy".

Su Chen took the opportunity to stab the scalpel into the crack on the surface. The electromagnetic pulse bursting from the handle made all the cameras black at the same time. The system alarm flashed wildly: "Northern Song Dynasty Ru kiln porcelain fragments detected, seven meters southeast!"

The moment he chopped the thick fog with his machete, Kuntai's roar mixed with the sirens pierced the rain curtain: "Who is eating Buddha Jumps Over the Wall in the cold storage?!" Ten riot police broke open the iron gate, and the searchlights illuminated the strong men rolling around - Tang Ren had already splashed the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup from the Jinlou on the felt.

When the tip of Boss Lin's folding umbrella was three centimeters away from Qin Feng's throat, it suddenly froze, and dark red sauce oozed out from the gap between the umbrella bones. "Tomato... tomato sauce?" Qin Feng sniffed the tip of the knife and took out a squeezed KFC seasoning packet from Tang Ren's pocket.

"Calm down, old man!" Tang Ren jumped between the two people, holding up half a pendant. "This is the token of love that your third grandmother gave to Du Yuesheng! I asked her in my dream last night, and she said it's not a good time to see blood today!"

Su Chen suddenly opened the cover of the newly fallen corpse, and a peony tattoo suddenly appeared on the back. In the skin texture released by the system, there was a micro-carved distribution map of the heads of the ten zodiac animals. When he brought the scalpel close to the tattoo, the lapis lazuli at the eye of the blue dragon tattoo suddenly fell off, revealing the metallic luster of a micro transmitter.

"1942... Military Intelligence Service equipment." Qin Feng touched the code on the side of the transmitter, "This... This was lost at the Hong Kong auction last year..."

Suddenly, a container trailer roared loudly from the cold storage. Boss Lin's face changed drastically, and he folded his umbrella tightly: "Tomorrow at noon, at the Tianhou Temple." He threw out a gold-plated business card and pinned it to the forehead of the corpse, "Bring someone who can perform the autopsy."

The moment the riot police rushed in, Tang Ren smeared some corpse cream on his face and lay down: "Ah! I'm poisoned! I need artificial respiration from the beautiful policewoman!"

Su Chen held the wax-sealed letter in the transmitter, and the system was deciphering the Morse code. The damp smell of wax reminded him of the last moments before the laboratory exploded - the mass spectrometer that suddenly sounded the alarm, and the abnormal element detected was exactly the same as the radiation value of the lapis lazuli in front of him.

Qin Feng suddenly pressed the jade mouthpiece into the crack of the cold storage wall, and ten tiles flipped over, revealing a customs seal from 1912. On the yellowed seal, the lily watermark was slowly unfolding like a rainstorm into the logo of a contemporary multinational group.

Tang Ren's scream suddenly came from the pile of corpses: "This guy has the Swiss Bank safe combination sewn into his underwear!" He was shaking a pair of silk leggings, and the QR code on the waistband turned out to be the special menu of Jinbolou today.

The sirens sounded, and Su Chen's scalpel suddenly turned on its own, with the tip of the knife pointing deep into the drainpipe. The system screen exploded with a bloody warning: "Signs of living life have been found, 23 meters away, approaching rapidly——"

A moss-covered hand suddenly pierced through the cold storage bricks!