At night at the Sanxingdui ruins, it is so quiet that you can hear the faint sound of the Jinsha River. The beams of searchlights cut through the thick night, illuminating the outlines of several huge sacrificial pits like silent wounds on the earth. Lin Yan squatted by the pit, holding a high-precision scanner in his hand, and the three-dimensional modeling diagram on the screen was being perfected little by little. The night wind brought the unique dampness and coldness of the Western Sichuan Basin and penetrated into the collar of his assault jacket. He shrank his neck and tapped his fingertips unconsciously on the cold instrument casing. What do the data say? Assistant Xiao Liu's voice came from the earphones, hoarse after staying up late. The texture comparison of the seventh area is 97% complete, and the degree of agreement is very high. Lin Yan stared at the complicated clouds, thunder patterns, and bird and animal patterns on the screen, but something wasn't right about the group in the southeast corner. What's wrong? Lin Yan couldn't tell. It was a set of patterns that had never appeared on unearthed bronze vessels. They were twisted and coiled, not like decoration, but rather like some kind of rapid, convulsive record. The red light of the scanner passed over the patch of soil at the bottom of the pit that had not yet been completely cleaned. The lines became clearer and blurred on the screen, as if they had their own breathing rate. He rubbed his swollen temples. After a week of continuous nighttime data collection, I was severely sleep deprived. The instructor, Professor Chen, insisted on obtaining the most complete underlying data before installing the new exhibition in the museum. This project exhausted the energy of everyone in the team. Lin Yan is the main force and has unshirkable responsibility.
