When the metal box is opened, the first thing that comes to your eye is the cork strips embedded in the edge of the box, which are obviously used to serve as a seal.

Then, a hard shell diary lying quietly in the middle of the box appeared in front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at the size of the diary and realized that with the size of this box, there seemed to be no other thing except this book.

So, Lin Feng picked up the camera, took a few photos from various angles, and then carefully clamped out the diary with tweezers and gently opened it.

On the first page, there is a date written.

‘’

Obviously, the content recorded in this diary started on April 14, 1794.

Seeing this, Lin Feng frowned slightly because he knew that the best time for exploration in the Grand Canyon of the Yarlung Zangbo River should be from August to October.

Because during this period, the temperature in Tibetan areas is relatively suitable and the oxygen content at high altitudes is relatively sufficient. In April, it is logically the cold early spring, which is the most unsuitable for travel.

While thinking, Lin Feng flipped his diary and took pictures of the above contents one after another every time he flipped the page, for fear that the subsequent diary would be damaged and the important information would be lost.

The final time of the diary stayed on July 7th, and then it was blank.

At this time, Lin Feng turned the diary back to the first page and began to study the inner tube of the diary.

But to Lin Feng's surprise, the words written in this diary were not in English, nor in ancient English, but in Latin.

This made Lin Feng difficult.

After all, he was not familiar with Latin.

In desperation, he could only keep reading back with a lucky heart, but until the end of his diary, he recorded the content in this uncommon language.

Helplessly, Lin Feng sighed, prepared to close the diary and store it carefully.

However, just as the diary was closed, Lin Feng found a strange look in the corner of his eyes. There was a slight dent on the last few pages of diary paper.

So, Lin Feng quickly turned to those pages, looked sideways, and carefully distinguished with the help of the light angle.

The traces looked like words written with a dip pen without being stained with ink. Lin Feng took them with a pencil and gently applied them to them, and lines of writing appeared immediately.

After finishing it, Lin Feng took the handwriting in the shortest time, and then carefully locked the diary back into the box.

"Latin... It's a bit difficult to find someone familiar with this language right now. But what did this foreigner travel thousands of miles to Tibet for hundreds of years ago?"

Although Lin Feng saw the things inside, his doubts not only did not decrease, but instead increased.

You should know that Lin Feng has long been unable to stop exploring the mystery with Lin Feng's life experience. If he is interested in something, he will be so uncomfortable that he will die.

Lin Feng thought about it for a while and planned to check the meaning of those words online first.

But after spending a long time, he only found some meaningless words, and even the meaning of a complete sentence could not be connected. Moreover, more so, the relevant content and meaning could not be found at all.

It was almost late at night, and Lin Feng heard the sound of the door opening outside. It must be that the time was about the same, so Liu Tinghui said goodbye and left.

Sure enough, after Liu Tinghui left for a while, Tang Wan's voice sounded outside Lin Feng's bedroom door.

"Kobayashi, can't you come out to watch TV?"

"I won't watch it anymore, I still have some things I haven't finished." Lin Feng replied lightly.

Tang Wan didn't care about this and replied lazily, "Okay, then I'll go to bed first, you'll be busy with your own."

Then, the outside of the house became quieter.

After Lin Feng fiddled with other items, he found that he had no thoughts, so he prepared to go to bed. After all, the conditions are limited now, so it is not realistic to have to turn around and figure out what information it is.

Instead of wasting time, it is better to have a good sleep and maintain a good spirit.

...

The next morning, Tang Wan ate something casually at home and went out to work. However, before leaving, she ran to Lin Feng's door and knocked on the door, and said domineeringly, "I'll come back to have dinner tonight." Then she left, which made Lin Feng roll his eyes, too lazy to be so lazy to bird this woman.

At the antique shop, Cui Wucheng has already approved Lin Feng’s holiday, and Lin Feng doesn’t have to go to the shop. I just don’t know if James’ foreigner has been slaughtered by Cui Wucheng, the old world.

Of course, Lin Feng didn't care about this, and he didn't even want to call Cui Wucheng.

For a moment, Lin Feng was the only one left in the huge house, which made him a little bored. However, it was just when he was bored that Lin Feng suddenly thought of himself.

Because Cui Wucheng is a man who makes antiques, he often asks people to help identify some cultural relics. As an employee in the store, Lin Feng spends most of his time helping with errands.

After a while, I often became familiar with Cui Wucheng and thought the appraiser was familiar with him.

This person is called Qiu Chen, who is not a few years older than Lin Feng. Because he likes Lin Feng, he is very good at getting along.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng decisively called Qiu Chen.

"Brother Qiu, are you free now?" Lin Feng didn't say anything and asked straight to the point.

"You kid call me, there must be something wrong, tell me, what's going on this time." Qiu Chen also replied straightforwardly.

"That's right. I've collected a few things recently. I'm not sure about the year. I would like to ask you for help with the appraisal."

"Private belongings? Okay, I'm not busy now. Come here at noon. I'll help you see it out of personal connections, and you don't have any money." Qiu Chen smiled.

"Okay, I'll pack up now."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng packed his things and rushed towards the appraisal center.

However.

The results detected by professional equipment this time are even more shocking.

The necklace was indeed made of platinum, and the pendant of the necklace was extremely purity rhodium. As for the demon-slaying pestle, it was even more strange. It was actually a bronze product, and it was eight thousand years old!

Eight thousand years!

Not to mention Lin Feng, even Qiu Chen, who saw many inspectors of various items from the age, was shocked.
Chapter completed!