When archaeologist Su Qing opened the iron box with the sender "You in 1900" written on it, a fragment of an iron pot with half a human tooth embedded in it was oozing sugar juice. The blood-written note at the bottom of the box, "Don't Believe in Museum Glass," oxidized into the outline of black slave shackles. The fragments resonated in the detector to form the mast of the Sea Witch in 1847. In the star map spelled out by the rust particles, the iron stomach armor of Zulu, a black slave, collided with the wok hat of Chinese worker Huang Ming. The blood beads on the armor and the slurry on the hat brim condensed in the air to form the original text of the contract.
Under the electron microscope, the pattern of the fragments completely matched the newly discovered iron pot birthmark on the back of Su Qing's neck. When she immersed the fragments in the simulated seawater, the iron equipment in the laboratory collectively trembled. The miniature iron stomach that jumped out of the anvil was digesting the surveillance video. The image spit out showed that the Portuguese governor's open belly was filled with three hundred contracted iron cauldrons with human teeth in them.
The second fragment spliced together in the middle of the night made a star map of the transatlantic migration appear on the dome, with boiling sugar juice suspended at each coordinate point. In the rusty sweetness overflowing from the "Taste of Truth" equipment, the fishy smell of the sea in 1857 resonates with the heartbeat of Zulu Huangming's molten iron stomach, sucking the iron in the entire building into arrows pointing towards the museum. The horn iron pot in the display cabinet is turning in the magnetic light - the memories of civilization sealed by glass are finally spitting out the unwritten bloody epic in the lines of the iron pot.
