Chapter 1 A theft caused by a golden finger
In the evening, the dim sunlight streamed into the study through the window, shining on the young man's strong and handsome face.
It should have been a peaceful scene, but upon closer inspection, I found that the young man's temples were covered with sweat, and he was holding an antique scroll in his hand and did not dare to move.
"Five hundred years ago, the famous painting "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" by the master painter Liu Beihong is worth a thousand dollars. This is the owner's favorite antique that has been collected for many years. What should we do now!"
Just now, Lin Shan, a disciple of the Lin family's outer courtyard, was assigned to clean the head of the family's study for the first time.
While I was carefully holding "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" and dusting them off, a transparent picture suddenly appeared in my eyes.
The background is a mysterious disk with eight regions including Qiandui Lizhen, Xunkan, Genkun and Xunkan. It is engraved with various pictographic symbols as well as mountain birds, fish and insects, and there is a string of prompts in the middle:
【Picture of Mandarin ducks playing on the Spring River】
Ancient rhyme: 5 o'clock
Is it absorbed?
……
Lin Shan was so excited when he realized that after 10 years of time travel, my golden finger is finally here!
You must know that in his previous life, he was just a young social worker. After graduation, he joined the 996 Company to contribute to the boss's dream.
As a result, one night while he was sleeping soundly, his boss suddenly called and asked him to go to the company in the middle of the night to change the plan. I had no choice but to go out in a thunderstorm night, but as soon as I stepped out, a bolt of lightning struck across the sky
After waking up, I found that I had traveled to another world, and my soul was in the body of a 6-year-old boy named Lin Shan.
This world is similar to the ancient feudal period. The original owner was born in the Lin family in Qinghe County of the Song Dynasty. He was a sideline child. His parents died when he was young, leaving him alone in the outer courtyard of the Lin family and being fostered by the family.
As we all know, after time travel, both parents died, leaving no sister and no house. This is the standard for time travelers to counterattack! At that time, Lin Shan was excited for a long time. 996 was finally over and he was about to start a life of blessing!
As a result, 10 years have passed in a flash, and there is no strong talent for cultivation, no holy eyes, let alone an old man. He could only live a life of cultivation in the family courtyard, and he had to do odd jobs as usual.
Seeing that he is about to reach adulthood at the age of 16, he has not yet cultivated his true energy. According to the clan rules, he will leave the Lin family to fend for himself. When the time comes, he will leave the family as a mortal and be poor, have no money and no skills. I am afraid he will have to live on the streets and waste his life.
But who would have thought that things would suddenly turn around today!
Lin Shan looked at the transparent panel in front of him excitedly, and solemnly chose "Yes" when asked "Yes/No to absorb ancient charm".
Then
There is no more
Lin Shan, who had been waiting for a long time, was confused, but when he came to his senses, he suddenly found that the "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" in his hand seemed to become light and airy, as if something important had been taken away.
And the place where his fingers were holding even faintly sunk in. There were dense cracks around the scroll, and fine ash fell down.
Finally, after a cautious stalemate for a while, the precious painting shattered into a pile of dust on the ground.
Lin Shan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. The head of the family was a fan of antique calligraphy and painting, especially "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks", and everyone in the Lin family knew everything. According to rumors, I have to play for a while every night before going to bed.
This is great, I am a poor boy from outside the family, with no one to rely on at home, and no connections in the world. If he is found out by the family, he will be kicked out of the house at the least, or beaten into a disability at the worst!
What to do now?
Lin Shan thought about it in a hurry, but he couldn't think of any useful solution. I had no choice but to clean up the traces of the scene and sneak out of the study quietly.
I can only hope that no one finds out yet.
Lin Shan was worried all the way back to his residence. At the same time, he was thinking about where Goldfinger went. What can "Gu Yun" do?
After dinner, in the square outside the family courtyard, hundreds of tribesmen crowded around, each of them not daring to breathe, and there was a faint heavy atmosphere.
Lin Shan stood in the crowd with uneasiness, feeling something bad in his heart.
"I just received the news that the "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" has disappeared from the master's study. Does anyone among you know the inside story?"
The speaker was an old man, Deacon Lin, who managed the outer courtyard of his family. He had got off work in the evening and planned to go to Goulan to listen to music and watch a show, but he was dragged away to find someone.
I heard from someone that the owner's treasure "Pictures of Mandarin Ducks Playing on the Spring River" has disappeared. He was still playing with it last night, but it disappeared mysteriously tonight, and the owner of the house was naturally furious.
The right way to break into the study is to first investigate the inside of the family, so the scene just happened.
The square was eerily quiet, and a storm seemed to be slowly brewing. Everyone was shocked. How dare someone steal the clan leader's treasure?
Lin Shan's back was sweating, and his heart felt cold. He didn't expect the clan's reaction to be so quick!
In the evening, I had accidentally destroyed an ancient painting. It was discovered within two hours, and I immediately started investigating.
Fortunately, the ancient painting had turned into fly ash, and they had cleaned up the traces themselves. They would never be able to find this thing no matter what. When the time comes to find out if there is no evidence, it is very likely that nothing will be done
But then his luck was shattered.
"Okay, let me change the question. From early morning to evening today, who entered the master's study?"
Deacon Lin glanced at everyone back and forth with a stern gaze, as if he wanted to see through their hearts. The aura of being a superior person that he had cultivated through years of domineering in the clan was most vividly reflected at this moment.
……
"I went to the study early this morning to cut the flowers and sprinkle water."
"I went to the study at noon today to add paper and grind it."
A man and a woman stood up. The man's name was Lin Fan and the woman's name was Lin Shu. They were about the same age as Lin Shan. They were both orphans raised by the outer courtyard.
"I will go to the study to sweep the dust this evening."
Lin Shan bravely stood up in front of others, feeling panicked. After all, today's task was arranged by the steward last night, and anyone who denies it would be found out. Deacon Lin collected evidence from various sources and questioned several stewards. He found out that only three of them had entered the study today, and called them one by one.
"Did you find that the painting was still there when you went in?"
The three of them waved their hands and said they didn't know, claiming they were focused on their work and didn't pay attention to anything else.
Deacon Lin's gloomy old face gradually darkened, but his words were still tempting.
"I don't need to say more about the preciousness of this antique. You can't afford it. Please confess now and be lenient, otherwise we will find out later."
Lin Shan and the three of them were all silent, no one dared to answer.
The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, and countless pairs of eyes gathered behind him, like thorns on his back.
"Search the three of them all over their bodies and the places where they live. Don't miss every corner!"
About two-quarters of an hour later, the three of them were searched inside and out, and three piles of things found in their homes were piled in the yard.
Linshan has the least items, an ordinary iron sword, bed sheets and quilts, etc.
Lin Shu is a girl, so she has some extra clothes and toiletries.
Things were different when they arrived at Lin Fan's place. In addition to daily things, they also found a box of banknotes, and even a lot of pills, weapons, secret books, etc.
All the tribesmen in the yard were surprised. Most of them had never seen so much money in their lives.
Shenhao hangs out with the lower class to experience life?
Lin Shan was also shocked. Isn’t this kid’s parents both dead like me? Hidden so deeply?
Deacon Lin also found it unbelievable that the wealth he had saved for most of his life was only a few hundred taels, which was probably not even a fraction of Lin Fan's!
……
"Lin Fan, tell me, where did you get these things?" Deacon Lin asked.
Lin Fan was still confused at this time. He was hiding well in the family. Why did he get involved inexplicably when the patriarch’s study was robbed?
At that moment, I had no choice but to hold my fist.
"Deacon, this is my personal accumulation of property. It has nothing to do with the theft of "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" this time, right?"
Deacon Lin looked suspicious, "What's your personal accumulation? You do odd jobs all day long, and you only make the same amount as the clan every month. Where did you get so much?"
Lin Fan was speechless for a moment, hesitating and speechless for a long time.
At this time, some people in the yard were already suspicious and began to make up their own minds.
A steward behind Deacon Lin was the first to make an assumption: "The money found in his house could not have been exchanged for "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" on the black market or in a pawn shop, right?"
There were more whispers among the crowd at the venue, and most people thought it was very possible. After all, "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" is a masterpiece that has been handed down for 500 years. If you meet the right buyer, you can make a fortune.
Moreover, they searched for the painting but couldn't find it. The other two of the three looked poor, so Lin Fan's box of banknotes was naturally the most suspect.
Deacon Lin also nodded his head: "Yes, the study room that Lin Fan entered first in the morning does have the most time to deal with this painting."
Public opinion immediately pointed the finger at Lin Fan.
……
Lin Shan, the instigator, stood aside, a little confused at this time.
Is this the rhythm of someone else taking the blame for me?
Others don't know, but he remembers activating the golden finger and sucking something called "ancient rhyme" from the painting. He doesn't know what the "ancient rhyme" can do. After sucking it, the famous painting turned into ashes.
However, someone else happened to take the blame for the big disaster he had caused. Lin Shan's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly, but his conscience was a little uneasy, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
But at this time, the atmosphere in the venue was already a little fermented. Everyone was making speculations about the origin of Lin Fan's banknotes. Lin Fan knew that if he didn't explain clearly, he might be blamed soon!
I saw him slowly touching his chin, sighing, and then said to himself: "I can't hide it anymore after all."
"Then stop pretending."
Everyone's breath suddenly stagnated, and for a moment, they seemed to notice that Lin Fan straightened his back, revealing his edges, his eyebrows were like sharp swords, and the corners of his eyes were shining with confidence!
With his hands behind his back, there is no wind within a square inch, and the clothes behind him make a sound!
Then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, with a three-point smile, a six-point helplessness, and a hint of evil charm?
Just listen to him speaking slowly in a clear and clear voice.
"When I was fourteen years old, I strayed into the mountains and fell into a cliff. I happened to hang on a green pine in the mountain stream. I survived the catastrophe and entered the cave between the cliffs. It turned out to be the inherited mantle left by a peerless master."
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