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Gradually, it spread beneath my feet, and at that moment, I actually forgot to run away...
Finally, I fell into the abyss, a terrifying tearing sound jolting me awake. I opened my eyes and first saw the chandelier on the ceiling of my room. Once I calmed down, I realized that my entire body was drenched in sweat. I couldn't remember how many times I had experienced this dream; that Long Bridge had become my nightmare.
When I could distinguish things, this time I didn't dream of the Hills.
Sitting up, my thoughts were still connecting with the dream I had just had. How could there be no Hills? A thread of panic began to spread within me.
How could there be no Hills?
No, I lay back down and closed my eyes again, but sleep eluded me. Eventually, I turned off the light, yet it was still futile. With no other choice, I got up and took a shower.
**Sleepless.
The next day, I gazed out at the morning sun slowly rising, a hint of warmth beginning to heat the earth. At that moment, my eyes finally noticed a trace of fatigue. I rubbed them to wake myself up a bit, though I was somewhat reluctant to move.
Time passed like this until someone knocked on the door.
I got up and opened it; a waiter brought breakfast. I was slightly surprised, but upon seeing Zhang Tong behind him, I felt relieved. I walked over and knocked on Fat Ma's door to wake him up.
After the three of us finished breakfast, we headed towards Professor Sun's office.
The office door was slightly ajar. Zhang Tong didn't push it open directly but tried knocking instead; however, there was no response after several attempts.
Fat Ma could no longer contain himself and kicked the door open with a bang. He swaggered right in.
The first impression of Professor Sun's office was one of antiquity. When Fat Ma kicked the door open, Professor Sun was engrossed in examining an antique on his desk.
So much so that when we approached, Professor Sun still hadn't noticed us.
Fat Ma knocked on the table, and only then did Professor Sun put away the magnifying glass, raising his head to glance at the Fat Ma. "You’re here."
The Fat Ma was about to speak, but I jumped in first. "Yes."
"Come, let’s study this object on the table together."
I looked down at the item on the table, and as soon as I saw it, I was taken aback, feeling a bit unsettled.
"Old man, when did you steal Old Sun's Bronze Fish Head?" Fat Ma scolded sternly without holding back.
Zhang Tong also looked surprised.
I began to recall the details of my Bronze Fish. Just as we were all in a daze, Professor Sun coughed a few times and said, "Let’s not worry about that for now; take a look at this object."
Professor Sun's expression was calm and serene.
We collected our thoughts and redirected our gaze to the Bronze Fish Mouth. I remembered that my own Bronze Fish Mouth had been obtained from Shaanxi some years ago.
Although I had studied it before, time had passed, and it was inevitable that I would forget some details.
I instinctively reached out to grab the Bronze Fish Mouth but was stopped by Professor Sun. Noticing the white gloves in his hands, I regained my composure.
In our line of work, who has that kind of awareness!
Meanwhile, Fat Ma continued to glare at Professor Sun with resentment, but Professor Sun remained indifferent.
Eventually, Fat Ma gave up, rubbed his eyes, and focused his attention on the Bronze Fish Mouth. Having been in this field for at least ten years, he had encountered countless antiques and fakes. Even if he didn’t have an eye like a hawk, he was still an expert at spotting bargains. So he had a good sense of what was genuine and what wasn’t.
The Fat Ma was already devising a plan; if this Bronze Fish Mouth on the table turned out to be real, he would do whatever it took to take it away. Fat Ma began to examine it seriously.
He casually picked up a pair of gloves from the table and put them on. Unable to resist touching it, he was once again thwarted by Professor Sun. Unlike me, Fat Ma wasn’t so easy to handle.
In a fit of rage, he exclaimed, "You can't even touch it!"
However, Professor Sun replied coolly, "No."
Fat Ma immediately wilted. He collected himself and began to examine the Bronze Fish Mouth seriously. The more he looked, the more alarmed he became, a hint of urgency appearing on his face.
As for me, the more I observed, the heavier my heart felt. Over the years, I had developed a basic judgment of Mingqi's capabilities, especially when our attention was focused on that artifact.
Meanwhile, Professor Sun was sizing us up.
"Old Sun, what do you think?"
I shook my head. "Not sure yet." Although we said that, what we really meant was that this matter was already highly likely.
My expression felt somewhat unnatural.
"Let's take another look," I whispered. In truth, there wasn't much left to examine at this point.
Deep down, however, I was in denial. My Bronze Fish wasn't with me; it was hidden in Fat Ma's shop. I hadn't even told the Fat Ma about it.
Could it be that Fat Ma's shop had been ransacked again? That possibility couldn't be ruled out.
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