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I, Lin Yan, the top modern cultural relic appraisal expert, turned out to be the most cowardly ninth-grade waiter in the Wenhua Painting and Calligraphy Academy of Dasheng Dynasty when I opened my eyes. A missing ancient painting and a laminated volume of secret text made it clear to me that the Huanghuang Art Garden was rotten from the very foundation—the master in charge was guarding and stealing, all his colleagues had ulterior motives, and even the hawks and dogs of the Imperial City Department were eyeing the national treasures in the vault. They asked me to identify treasures? Good. I used a microscope to look at paints, used chemical test strips to test paper, and used probability to debunk handwriting disguises. They thought they had found an obedient chess piece. I smiled and wrote down every secret door, every false account, and every trick that "one of our own" showed. Until that day, the commander placed a blood-stained list in front of me and said with a smile: "Lin Daizhao, it's time to choose a side." Only then did I realize that the biggest secret of this undercover game was that the person who wanted me to rebel and the person who wanted me to be loyal were actually the same person. And the real showdown begins now.