"Do you know what kind of bone this porcelain is made of?" Ai Weiwei said and handed me a pair of white gloves.

The tone of this girl's words was obviously to test me.

I put on gloves and stroked it.

That familiar feeling suddenly came to my heart.

Why does it feel so familiar? Bone china is very spiritual. Do I have anything to do with this set of porcelain?

Any set of bone china is the second life of a spiritual object. Craftsmen use artistic techniques to extend their life, so that their souls that have nowhere to rest can be eternal.

There are many ways to make bone china, and each family will have its own unique secret recipe. Usually, the bones of herbivorous animals, such as cattle, sheep, and horses, are used to make bone china. Among them, beef bones are the best because they are harder.

It can increase the hardness and transmittance of porcelain, and its strength is higher than that of ordinary porcelain. The greater the bone content, the easier it will be to crack during the production process, and the more expensive the finished product will be.

But as the level of technology improves, people will have special bone powder to make it, and the firing time will also be shortened.

I looked at it and finally saw the doorway inside. I said proudly: "This set of porcelain does not look like it is made of the bones of herbivorous animals. It should be human bones."

"You're an expert after all. Don't you think it's scary?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of. In order to pursue higher craftsmanship, some businesses will go out of their way to find human thigh bones to bake."

"If you knew whose bones it was made from, you probably wouldn't say that." She spoke in a low voice, almost silent.

My eyes were heavy, my fists tightened unnaturally, and a strong bad premonition welled up in my heart.

When she asked this, it must be someone I know and someone she knows.

And the two of us know each other...

not……

There was a sudden severe pain in my head, and a cold sweat broke out on my back: "No, no, it won't..."

I dare not say anything further.

Fear clogged my throat and I couldn't utter a word.

"This set of bone china is made of sister Su Ya's bones!" Ai Weiwei's eyes were filled with tears and her voice became more choked up.

"What!"

I stood up from the sofa, even though I was mentally prepared before she said it. But when she said it, I couldn't help it, and my eyes turned red.

A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.

Su Ya is Master's real name, and Ai Weiwei's ability to name this proves that her relationship with Master is not simple.

"You're talking nonsense! How do you know she is made of Master's bones?"

"They mailed it to my dad, and there was also a video. The content of the video was how they shaved Sister Su Ya's bones and made them into bone china."

"Video! Another video! As soon as you finish watching that video, your computer is like a virus. When you open it again, nothing is there."

"Yes! Have you seen it?" Ai Weiwei looked at me in surprise.

"Master!" I shouted, my emotions like a flood bursting out of control.

Although I have not seen the video of bone china with my own eyes, I know how bone china is made. I can't imagine how much suffering and sin Master suffered.

"First it was a beautiful jade-faced fan, a human skin lantern, and now it's bone china. How many other things do they have!"

In an instant, my feelings about watching the video of the jade-faced fan and the human-skin lantern were aroused again, and the emotions in my heart were like an active volcano bursting out hot lava.

I looked at the bone china on the table, clenched my fist tightly, and punched it.

"Ah! No!" Ai Weiwei shouted, covering her eyes.

I punched the ground, and my whole body was tortured in the water and heat.

I wanted to hit that set of bone china, how could I turn Master's bones into bone china, but in the end I didn't do it. It was the continuation of Master's life. Looking at it, it was like seeing Master, as if she

Still alive, still beside me, still smiling at me...

Not only that, it is the only valuable and important clue in my hand. I want to keep it and keep it intact.

Ai Weiwei slowly opened her eyes and looked at the intact bone china. She took a long breath and placed her fingers on her chest: "You scared me to death. I know that this set of bone china was made from Sister Su Ya's bones.

You are still excited and crying loudly, but is it useful?"

I calmed down and eased my emotions: "Who on earth used such cruel methods to harm Master. If I find this person, I will cut him into pieces."

"I don't know, I'm looking for this person too. By the way, what did you just say about the jade-faced fan and the human-skin lantern?"

"It's better that you don't know. I won't scare you if I tell you."

"What do you think!"

I briefly summarized the content of the video.

After hearing this, Ai Weiwei burst into tears: "Sister Suya...how could they do this to you?"

I handed a packet of paper to Ai Weiwei, but I didn't stop her. It would be much better to cry at this time. As a man, I can't cry like her. Watching her cry, I felt much relieved.

At the same time, I also need time to adjust my thoughts and calm down.

As a game maker, in terms of professionalism, anything anyone says may be false, even if evidence is produced.

However, from Ai Weiwei's expression and her crying, I don't need to use other things to prove it, because her emotions come from the heart. This is a kind of grief that can only be felt after losing a loved one.

I feel the same way as she does, and this is the best proof.

After a long time, Ai Weiwei almost stopped crying, and I adjusted my mentality.

"Hey, troublemaker, crybaby, what did you say to me just now? Now is not the time to cry."

Ai Weiwei came back to her senses. She sniffed hard and threw the paper in the trash can. "I can't cry. I have to keep my spirits up and avenge Sister Su Ya and my father."

"Who is your father? What does it have to do with my master?"

"Have you ever heard of antique tycoon Ai Wenfeng?"

I suddenly remembered that a year ago, about two weeks after I received the video, the media broke an explosive news that shocked the entire antique and business world. Antiques tycoon Ai Wenfeng committed suicide by jumping off a building because he owed huge gambling debts.

It is said that in order to repay his gambling debts, he sold his ancestral antiques, which were initially estimated to be worth 300 billion, and all his properties were sold to repay his gambling debts. In the end, he committed suicide by jumping off a building because he was unable to repay his gambling debts.

"Is this the Ai Wenfeng who owed gambling debts, sold his ancestral antiques, and committed suicide by jumping off a building?"

Ai Weiwei nodded: "When did my dad get so bad news from the outside world? My dad is not a fragile person. He will not die to solve any problems he encounters. Besides, my dad never engages in gambling. Those are all

The bad guys deliberately arranged my father's death."

"what is going on?"
Chapter completed!