The Museum Is Repairing Cultural Relics, and the Archaeological Team Treats Me as an Ancestor

I was pushed to do odd jobs in the museum warehouse, and everyone was waiting to see the joke. Until my fingers touched a thousand-year-old cultural relic, and a light exploded in front of my eyes - I saw the furnace when it was cast, and I saw the dusk when it was buried. "This one is authentic from the Southern Song Dynasty. That one is from last week. And the one in the corner - please call the police." Later, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage made my file top secret. Announcement: This person is dead.