Life is always full of changes and drama.

Professor Wu reported the situation to the leader, and soon he was given instructions. Not only was there a group of four security guards, but Professor Wu's request to accompany him was also complied with.

"Li Mo, we're leaving immediately."

The six of them boarded the earliest flight to the Magic City and had already contacted the earliest return flight tomorrow. Because there were special antiques to be transported by plane, the leaders of Beijing University did not know what the relationship was.

Anyway, everything is arranged, just wait for them to board the plane on time.

That night, Professor Wu saw with his own eyes the huge ancient object that was suspected to be one of Xiang Yu's twelve-sided golden gongs. He studied it excitedly until the second half of the night. If Li Mo hadn't repeatedly reminded him that he would have more time in the future, he would probably be able to appreciate it until dawn.

The next day, a container truck parked in the Shuxiang Mingyuan Community. Li Mo loaded it into the truck alone and drove it to the airport parking lot because he had a special pass.

Li Mo simply ignored it and closed his eyes as he boarded the plane. To be honest, yesterday was the first time he flew on a plane. The feeling of the soles of his feet hanging in the air was really not very comfortable. He finally understood the reason why his master did not dare to fly.

The plane arrived at Kyoto Airport at around 11 o'clock in the morning. The arranged truck was already waiting, and there was also a special shuttle bus. When we arrived at the entrance of the Kyoto Museum, there were already many familiar faces gathered there.

"Xiao Mo, is that really one of the legendary twelve-sided golden gongs?" Shi Ziming grabbed Li Mo who had just gotten out of the car and wanted to confirm it to him.

"Director Shi, if I say it, it doesn't count?"

"If you say yes, then the probability is 80 to 90%. I don't trust anyone else's vision, I just trust yours."

Li Mo was a little embarrassed, whether this was blind trust.

"Director Shi, I feel a little guilty. It is better for you and the experts to identify it in person first and then discuss its authenticity and origin."

"Let's go for a walk."

Zhu Mingcheng's team has prepared various documents, and the handover is complete once signed by both parties.

"Lawyer Zhu, from now on you can just ask someone you trust to come over for things like this. You don't need to do it yourself."

"Comparatively speaking, Mr. Li's matter is more important."

Li Mo didn't say anything more. Looking at his professional attitude, he was absolutely impeccable.

The Kyoto Museum has a treasure house, and a single room was sorted out overnight. After Li Mo safely placed the ancient relics from the Qin and Han Dynasties on the floor rack, experts and professors who were waiting impatiently gathered around to watch.

"Li Mo, why don't you go and do some work first? I'll contact you when things calm down here."

Professor Wu's suggestion is correct. Li Mo also happens to be going to the Bronze Museum again. His eyes are showing signs of transformation. Currently, only the colorful halos emitted by heavy bronze vessels from the Shang and Zhou dynasties will be absorbed by his strange pupils.

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Walking into the Bronze Pavilion and standing in front of the Four-Sheep Fangzun, Li Mo used his special pupils, and suddenly a stream of colorful light formed into his eyes. The cool feeling at first made him feel comfortable all over, but it didn't take long for his eyes to return again.

The swelling, colorful halos are continuous, and the speed of integration is getting faster and faster.

Just when Li Mo couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes suddenly fell into darkness. He felt as if his eyes were exploding, and the muscles on his face were twitching in pain.

With a plop, Li Mo fell to the ground and passed out.

"Someone passed out over here!"

Several staff members came over to take a look and recognized who he was. They used the intercom to call for help urgently.

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In the single ward of the hospital, Li Mo was lying quietly on the bed, with an IV drip on his right arm. The instruments at the bedside showed that all physiological functions were normal.

Outside the ward, Niu Sanpang and Qin Sirui were consulting the doctor.

"Judging from the examination results, the patient was caused by severe hypoglycemia. He is currently supplementing with glucose and will be discharged after waking up. Don't worry, he will be fine."

After the doctor left, Niu Sanpang murmured: "No wonder he eats so much every time I eat with him. Such a strong person can have hypoglycemia."

"Third Fatty, your company is quite busy. Go back and deal with business first. I'll stay and take care of him."

Niu Sanpang looked at Qin Sirui's flawless pretty face and saw that her eyes were always falling on Li Mo through the glass, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Si Rui, please take care of me first. I have to go back to the company to be busy with the autumn shooting. If anything happens here, please notify me in time."

Qin Sirui said 'hmm'.

Niu Sanpang shook his head slightly and left the hospital.

I don't know how long it took, but Li Mo woke up in a daze. His vision was blurry at first, and then slowly focused. His eyes penetrated the roof and saw the empty ward on the upper floor. His vision still had a strong sense of penetration.

Permeability, once again penetrates the roof, and then comes the scorching sun.

The September sun still released its enthusiasm. Li Mo was stimulated by the noon sun and closed his eyes subconsciously.

When he opened it again, everything returned to normal before his eyes.

"The perspective ability of the special pupils has indeed been enhanced many times."

Li Mo turned to look outside the ward. The wall was no longer an obstacle. He saw doctors, nurses, and patients coming and going in the corridor, and then he saw a very shocking scene.

Immediately close your eyes and lie quietly on the bed.

A few minutes later, someone pushed the door open and walked in. Li Mo turned around and saw that the person who came was Qin Sirui, holding soup in her hand.

"You're awake." Qin Sirui's eyes were full of worry.

Li Mo sat up and looked at the time on his phone on the bedside table. He had been in a coma for a whole day.

"How did you know I was in the hospital?"

"San Pang called you about something. A professor from Beijing University answered the call and told him that you suddenly fell into a coma and were in the hospital." Qin Sirui opened the soup, poured him a small bowl, brought it to him and said softly, "San Pang

Fatty contacted me again, and I will come to the hospital to see you."

"Don't worry, the doctor said you are in a coma caused by severe hypoglycemia. Just be careful in the future. This is freshly stewed squab soup. It is very replenishing. It's a bit hot. Drink it slowly."

Li Mo felt relieved, and the doctor found a perfect explanation for him.

"Thanks."

Li Mo took the pigeon soup and drank it slowly.

"Are you avoiding me?"

Qin Sirui suddenly asked, and Li Mo suddenly choked on a mouthful of soup and coughed. After a while, he stopped coughing and tears came out of both eyes.

"Why am I hiding from you?"

Qin Sirui stared at him calmly: "You really didn't hide?"

Li Mo put the bowl on the bedside table and took out a piece of paper to wipe his tears. There were ripples in his heart, just like the ripples in a pool of water when a stone was thrown into it.

"You suddenly asked this question, did something happen?"

"It's okay. I'm just asking casually, as long as you don't hide from me. I'll handle the discharge procedures for you and finish drinking the pigeon soup."

Qin Sirui walked out of the ward, and when he turned around, a smile appeared on his lips.

Li Mo looked at her back, there were some things he knew very well in his heart, and he had to make some decisions only because he understood them.

It's a mess now anyway.

Qin Sirui sent Li Mo to the Kyoto Museum and repeatedly told him to have a good rest before leaving.

When Professor Wu saw Li Mo, he put down his work and asked, "Is the physical examination okay?"

"It's okay, it's just low blood sugar. I had a flight yesterday and didn't eat enough."

"As long as it's okay, we will sort out all the details in the past two days and compile them into a book. Then we will use high-power instruments to conduct a detailed identification of its composition and internal imaging."

"What do you need from me?"

"Professor Zhu's work is in the final stage, and it will take about a week before he can return to Beijing. During this time, you have been following us, mainly recording the detailed data of each identification link. This will also be useful for you to write a special paper in the future.
Chapter completed!