The two ends of this piece of wood have a shallow and round, which is not like a naturally generated pit.


    There are also two rows of rectangular protrusions inside.


    It looks like a buckle used to connect something.


    I can see Xiang Xing''s face covered with a circle.


    I couldn''t help but stretch out my scallion like fingertips, point to the wood and gently ask, "boss, what is the wood of the wolf?"


    "... this is not my family''s thing. It''s the first time I''ve seen you."


    Wu Chen shrugged slightly.


    Suddenly, he glanced at a husky who was shaking his head and tail and asked, "where did you get it?"


    "Ouch!"


    The wolf called softly.


    But when the man heard this, his light gray pupils suddenly shrunk: "you mean the courtyard of Fang Qiao''s house?"


    "Ouch!"


    The wolf nodded his head happily.


    Seeing this, they looked at each other again.


    I couldn''t help but hold my breath again and look at the wood again.


    This time, I made some new discoveries.


    On the wood, through those mottled years, you can vaguely see some black and gold lines and color blocks, as if they were wrapped around the wood.


    And the lines that make Xiang Xing inexplicably familiar


    It made her think of the black cheongsam and singing woman she had just seen in Fang Qiao''s villa.


    As for Wu Chen on one side.


    After observing the wood again for a moment, a light flashed across the bottom of his eyes.


    "Well..."


    The man''s hoarse voice lengthened a bit like thinking.


    Suddenly, he turned around and held a laptop from the big cabinet on the side.


    Then, intentionally or unintentionally, he sat down next to Xiang Xing.


    Immediately turn on the computer and quickly look for something in it.


    Seeing this, the little guy couldn''t help but probe his head and PEEP on the computer screen.


    After a while, she saw a still life photo, which suddenly bounced to the center of the screen.


    It was a puppet used by an ancient craftsman to perform. It was made into a majestic martial artist.


    Although it is also full of a sense of time, the puppet costumes are exquisite, and the facial features and various objects are also carved lifelike.


    However, this photo is clean in Xiang Xing''s eyes.


    It should be just an ordinary collection.


    However, this thing made her unconsciously think of the wonderful puppet show she saw at the lantern temple fair in the last world.


    Thinking, the little guy couldn''t help but tilt his head, looked at the man on the side, and asked softly, "boss, do you like watching puppet shows?"


    "... this is the key object of a single case I once spent."


    Wu Chen answered softly and clicked the mouse in his hand.


    The photos on the screen also switch.


    It was not until a photo that had divided the puppet limbs into precise parts appeared that the frame was suddenly fixed.


    And under the control of men, it is magnified somewhere.


    "Look at this."


    He flicked his mouse and pointed to one of the round wood parts. His voice was still hoarse. "Did you find anything?"


    "Well..."


    Xiang Xing frowned, his soft eyes stared big and looked hard at the screen.


    Looking at the round shape of the wood and the two rows of rectangular depressions, the little guy thought and his eyes suddenly brightened.


    He quickly grabbed a few paper towels, wrapped the wood on one side and grabbed it gently.


    Pointing to the bulge on the top, he exclaimed, "boss, the shape here can match!"