"... The night when Su Yang pressed the inheritance confirmation button, the nursing home suddenly had a power outage. The emergency lights illuminated the wall full of photos - the old people he had sent away personally were all marked as 'deceased in the fire in 1987' in the historical files. The mobile phone vibrated wildly, and the sign-in system actively issued a task for the first time: Please destroy all inheritance classics before dawn, otherwise Grandma Wang's last 48 hours of life will be deducted.
At this moment, Lin Xiaorou's gun was pressed against his back, and the drones outside the window were already loaded with incendiary bombs. The sound of pieces being dropped was heard from Uncle Chen's chessboard, and Su Yang's baby footprints were clearly engraved on the back of the blood-stained chess piece..."
When capital tycoon Wang Tianyou approached the nursing home with a bulldozer, 23-year-old Su Yang was using acupuncture to awaken the unconscious archaeologist. The overseas auction was broadcast live on the TV in front of the hospital bed. The Northern Wei Dynasty Buddha statue sold for 230 million was clearly a 3D-printed fake that he personally restored last week.
"Young man, it's time to close the net." Chen Bo rubbed his ancestral Tianhuang stone seal, and the ginkgo tree outside the window suddenly shook off a century-old dust. Su Yang opened the special interface on his mobile phone, and the floor plan of the entire nursing home instantly turned into a three-dimensional astrolabe. Each elderly room lit up with coordinate points representing national treasures - this was the Zhenlong chess game that the Cultural Heritage Bureau had laid out for thirty years.
As for Reporter Lin, who always came to deliver warm supplies, the blue light of the micro-scanner in his bag was quietly aimed at the dragon-patterned jade pendant on Su Yang's chest...
