My name is Lin Shen, a fisherman. My life started from catching a wax-sealed bronze bottle and fell into the abyss.
[The first level of mystery: the thing in the bottle]
What was in the bottle was not gold and silver, but a roll of sheepskin map soaked in strange grease.
The text above is the lost Qin seal script. It points to a place that does not exist on any modern sea map - "Guixu".
[The second level of mystery: the person who comes to the door]
Why does the director of the city museum know all the details of my fishing? Who leaked the secret?
Why is Qin Yue, the self-proclaimed "professor of archaeology," so familiar with the contents of the bottle and map? What is he hiding with his neat skills that don't look like a scholar?
[The third level of mystery: fatal temptation]
Qin Yue (eyes burning): "Is there anything else in the bottle?"
His seemingly random questions, every word were like a scalpel, accurately analyzing my lies.
He knows too much! He is not here for verification, he is here for confirmation!
I realized that what I had hooked was not an antique, but a vortex leading to death and truth.
Now, at the center of the vortex, I am myself.
