The excavation of the tombs of royal relatives and relatives in the barren hills of Kaifeng was being broadcast on TV. Wang Qi was sitting on the sofa staring at the porcelain bottle forced by his friend in a daze. A string of words popped up out of thin air on his retina, saying that it was an orphan handed down from the tomb of Emperor Yingzong of Song Dynasty. He turned to look at the lighter, which even showed how much fuel was left. The doorbell suddenly rang three times, and a friend sent a voice message: "Don't smash that bottle. There is a note underneath. It's my handwriting but not my own."
