When the copper bell of Mo Yunzhai exploded at midnight, my grandfather pressed the mutton-fat jade finger into the palm of my hand, and blood oozed from the seams between his fingers: "It recognizes its owner, and it will burn if it touches a fake - hold on when it burns."
He died three days later, and I pried open the wooden box that had been locked for thirty years. The "Song and Crane Picture" that was broken into powder suddenly flew into the air. The moment the remaining silk brushed against the fingertips, the jade finger "buzzed" with blue light. The "Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain" on the shelf has modern machine lines floating on the opening; the inner wall of the "bronze incense burner" in the corner reflects the fluorescence of chemical dyes.
"Boy from the Su family, I can finally see the real thing."
Before the female voice fell, in the auction house headlines pushed on the mobile phone, the fishing line of "Fishing Alone on the Cold River" glowed with the same blue light. I grabbed my finger and rushed into the preview. Ink instantly oozed from the scroll when I touched it, and the word "synthetic fiber" appeared on the booth.
The manager in the white shirt turned pale. When he reached out to grab the painting, his fingers suddenly became hot. The "Guangxu Yuanbao" exposed on his sleeves revealed the casting assembly line in the blue light - and ten years ago, when my grandfather fell in a pool of blood in the warehouse, it was this silver coin hanging above his head.
When the siren screamed, I saw countless memories surging in the blue light of the jade trigger finger: tampered cultural relic files, ancient jade soaked in potion, the account book behind the scroll... This power is not only able to detect fakes, but also tear open the fig leaf of the industry.
When the man in black took out the handcuffs, I touched the hot ring and smiled. The signboard of Mo Yunzhai is still there, and those empires built on fake goods should collapse in the blue light.
