Xiao He and Professor Ye chatted as they walked, and soon they entered the core area of the Restoration Center.

The lighting in the restoration room was soft and cool, and the temperature dropped sharply. The surroundings were so quiet that only the faint hum of operating instruments remained.

Dust-free mats were spread across the wide lab benches. Charred fragments of ancient paintings were placed in specialized glass trays, surrounded by microscopic equipment and sampling tools. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Xiao He looked around curiously. He felt that the impression this place gave wasn't like the simple artifact restoration rooms seen on TV, but more like a high-tech laboratory.

"You can take a short look around first; I’m going to turn on the machines."

Professor Ye left these words and walked into another small room.

Xiao He stood in place hesitantly for a moment before slowly walking over to the pile of fragments, examining them closely.

After that great fire, the originally well-preserved calligraphy works had instantly turned into this scattered mess before his eyes, the handwriting on them completely illegible.

Furthermore, perhaps because they were undergoing some restoration process, these fragments still looked damp, as if they had just been soaked in some chemical solution. They appeared even more shapeless—some pitch black, some yellowish, and some so shattered they were only the size of a thumbnail...

Xiao He didn't know how these people had collected and organized them so meticulously, but just looking at the workload, he couldn't help but feel genuine admiration.

This restoration work was truly a meticulous task. In any case, he felt that with his level of patience, he probably wouldn't be able to do it.

...

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Come this way."

A few minutes later, Professor Ye took Xiao He to another room.

The lighting in this room was undoubtedly even brighter than the previous one. A huge piece of transparent glass was mounted on the instrument in the center.

"You can just perform normally as you did before. There will be a long process in the middle; you can write several times. The AI will automatically record your behavior and then perform a probability analysis..."

Professor Ye explained the details to Xiao He.

It was actually very simple—just write.

And so, in less than ten minutes, Xiao He had successfully completed the task.

He hadn't even needed much preparation before his hand began to write. He felt his brain was in a calm and relaxed state, completely without pressure.

It was no different from the ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ characters he practiced writing every day.

Only Professor Ye, looking at the dozen or so almost identical finished copies Xiao He had written in one breath, rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Then he looked at the real-time AI analysis results next to him and remained silent for a long time.

This near-zero error margin... was this really not a joke?

Where did Elder Qian find such a technical talent for him? This was practically finding him a human photocopier!

If he hadn't watched Xiao He write with his own eyes, Professor Ye would have suspected the AI was actually broken.

Was this really just a mere calligraphy newcomer?

Professor Ye couldn't help but lament in his heart.

Why did such a promising talent have to become a celebrity?!

Xiao He, unaware of Professor Ye's thoughts, just leaned over to the computer to look at the jumping data, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The most impressive part of this algorithm was that it could perform real-time synchronous calculations and directly provide basic identification results.

However, since the AI world was based on more rigorous probability, the final number it gave could only serve as a reference.

For example, the identification result given now—

【68.77%】

Xiao He took a breath.

This was a very subtle number.

Put it this way: it was like tossing a coin. Once it lands in your hand, it's 50% heads and 50% tails.

Either way, if it’s not real, it must be fake.

But Xiao He knew that his copies were almost one-to-one replicas of the calligraphy work in the Art Center. They were almost error-free duplications of the handwriting, eliminating the interference of secondary human variation.

And under this premise, the AI only told them that this original was probably real, but there was also a small probability it was fake...

Xiao He: I prepared for so long, and this is the result you calculate?

Even I know that if it’s not real, it’s fake!

Xiao He let out a silent sigh.

He had originally thought there would be some breakthrough result, but in the end, it was just this?

Perhaps if given the chance to develop further, it might really be possible to create a machine that could replace human antique appraisers in the future... but definitely not now.

Even Professor Ye, seeing this result, was knitting his brows in deep thought.

Perhaps from their more professional perspective, this result still held a lot of reference value.

But Xiao He wasn't a professional, and he couldn't do these professional things.

But...

Xiao He stood up straight, turned his head to look at the fragments placed on the restoration table, and after a moment of thought, a flash of determination appeared in his eyes.

In the next second, the System Panel appeared before his eyes—

...

At the same time, Liu Rulan also found Director Qiu Zhenlong.

It was different from what she had imagined; Director Qiu's face didn't show too much panic or anxiety. Instead, he seemed quite composed. Only when he saw Liu Rulan charging directly to Beijing was there a moment of surprise, after which he regained his calm.

"The Emperor's Cause won't be cut short, don't worry."

Qiu Zhenlong poured a cup of tea and pushed it toward Liu Rulan.

This was Director Qiu's home. However, compared to many directors who enjoyed luxury and grand decorations, this residence was more low-key and restrained. It wasn't very large either, only considered mid-level among Beijing properties, and relatively simple.

Liu Rulan wasn't polite either. She sat down on the rosewood sofa behind her, took the tea with both hands, took a sip to moisten her throat, and then said somewhat pitifully, "There was no other way. You left in such a hurry, Director Qiu, we were also worried about the situation of The Emperor's Cause! After all, The Emperor's Cause is everyone's hard work."

Qiu Zhenlong shook his head helplessly, picked up his teacup for a sip, and didn't immediately answer Liu Rulan.

Observing his expression, Liu Rulan continued to probe tactfully, "But seeing Director Qiu like this now, you don't seem very worried? After all, the matter of the original being destroyed by fire should have happened last week. If it really caused a major problem, Director Qiu, you probably wouldn't have continued filming with everyone for the next few days."

Aside from Screenwriter Qin and several producers who had left, Director Qiu's work continued as usual without any sign of anxiety. This didn't look like the attitude of someone about to be implicated.

In any case, Liu Rulan truly didn't believe that Qiu Zhenlong would really rush back to Beijing to stay there just because the Film Crew had stopped filming.

This felt more like...

"Director Qiu, returning to Beijing so hastily... could it be that you're hiding from someone?"

Liu Rulan put down her teacup and asked with a smile.

Qiu Zhenlong's hand paused. He gave Liu Rulan a deep look, then also put down his teacup and chuckled, "Since you've figured it out, why did you make a special trip here?"

Liu Rulan immediately felt relieved, understanding Qiu Zhenlong's attitude. The smile on her face didn't fade as she nodded slightly. "There's nothing we can do. With Jingyou Entertainment in its current state, we have to rely on Xiao He to stand in front of the public outcry. Naturally, we were feeling uneasy."

Good, since he wasn't hiding from them, he was hiding from someone else.

This old fox moved quite fast.