The Divorcee Amazed the World

Professor Linister pointed to the silk painting and said, “This was taken from the ear chamber next door, found in a coffin. The coffin in the main chamber should also have one. When Little Shen mentioned you, we left it untouched, specifically waiting for you to arrive before opening it.”

Helena nodded, “I can memorize quickly. Once I remember it, I can restore it exactly as it is.”

“Good.” Professor Linister gestured to the people beside the coffin, “Open it.”

The coffin had five layers, meaning it was fivefold.

The outer four layers had already been opened in advance, leaving only the final layer.

Shirley, fearing that Helena would be scared, held her fingertips and whispered, “Helena, don’t be afraid. There’s actually nothing scary about dead people. It’s not like they turn into zombies as in the movies.”

Helena nodded and whispered, “Don’t talk; I need to concentrate.”

“Alright, Helena, you can do it!”

After several people opened the coffin together, inside was a decaying skeleton.

The skeleton was dressed in clothes.

The clothing was made of silk, relatively well-preserved, still colorful, but visibly oxidizing.

The burial items in the coffin were diverse, including various gold and silver objects, lacquerware, and bronze artifacts.

As expected, there was a scroll of silk painting beside it.

Professor Linister bent down to pick up the silk painting and quickly unfolded it.

A staff member with a camera started taking photos, with the flash turned off to avoid damaging the painting.

Helena, on the other hand, focused her attention, staring at the silk painting, ready to make a mental note.

The spacious tomb suddenly fell silent.

Everyone dared not make a sound, afraid of disturbing her.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the silk painting had faded.

Professor Linister looked at Helena with a questioning expression.

Helena nodded, “It’s done. I’ve also memorized the colors of the clothing.”

Professor Linister breathed a sigh of relief and handed the silk painting to his assistant, saying, “Earlier, Shirley mentioned that your brain is more powerful than a camera, and I didn’t believe it. Now I know that the younger generation surpasses the older. ”

Helena smiled, “Wait until I finish restoring the painting, and you can praise me then.”

“I believe in you. The painting of M. H’s retreat in the museum exhibition was perfectly restored by you.”

“Thank you.”

Next, Helena had to restore the silk painting.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Because it required absolute quiet, she was arranged to stay in the town’s guesthouse.

While other team members either slept in tents or stayed in the village, Helena and the group came to the guest house.

After settling in, she began to study how to restore the silk painting.

Once she figured it out, she made a list of materials and asked Shirley to send someone to prepare the restoration materials.

She opened her suitcase, took out the painting tools, and carefully dealt with the dust on the silk painting.

Busy until the evening, she had dinner with Shirley and the two bodyguards.

Shirley looked at her room and asked, “Helena, are you scared at night? Do you want me to sleep with you in the same room?”

Helena shook her head, “No need.”

The guesthouse had basic facilities, and there was only one bed in the room.

Sharing a bed meant sharing a pillow with Shirley.

Her temperament was reserved, making it difficult for her to feel close to people.

After dinner, Helena called Willis to report her safety, and they chatted for a while.

After hanging up the phone, she continued working.

When she was busy, she often forgot the time.

Busy until late at night, feeling tired, she finally washed up and went to sleep.

After a day of traveling, tomb exploration, and then focusing on cleaning the painting, she was exhausted.

Helena had just laid down for a short while when she felt a chill on her body, and her blanket was lifted.

Immediately after, someone started stripping her clothes.

Helena was suddenly shocked awake, seeing a dark figure in front of her.

A pair of rough hands violently tore at her nightgown, the calluses on the hands scraping across her delicate skin, making her nauseous.

“Who are you?” Helena asked in fear, struggling to get off the bed.

The man remained silent, breathing heavily, grabbing her arms and pushing her back onto the bed.

“Help! Help!” Helena shouted loudly.

The man covered her mouth with his hand, stuffing a piece of cloth into her mouth.

“Let go of me! Let go of me!” Helena’s heart raced, and she kept swinging her arms, desperately struggling.

In the critical moment, a loud bang was heard, and the door was kicked open from outside.

Then a tall and sturdy figure walked in quickly, reaching the bed in the blink of an eye.

The man paused, hurriedly stopping his actions, and slowly raised his hands.

Because a rigid gun was pointing at the back of his head.