Antifurto de Tumbas: Equipe Especial de Tesouros Nacionais
Este livro desenvolve sua história a partir da perspectiva em primeira pessoa de um policial de investigação especializado em relíquias culturais. Ele narra a apuração de um caso envolvendo autênticos e falsos bronzes antigos, no qual a Equipe Especial Nacional enfrenta desafios subindo montanhas e cruzando mares, enfrentando tanto quadrilhas de saqueadores de túmulos quanto espiões estrangeiros. Com inteligência e coragem, eles desmantelam gradualmente o plano de "suborno elegante" dos traidores que contrabandeiam relíquias culturais para o exterior e utilizam antiguidades e pinturas para infiltração. Assim, protegem com lealdade os tesouros subterrâneos e a brilhante civilização chinesa. A narrativa celebra não apenas os grandes momentos da era, mas também as incontáveis vidas comuns cheias de valor.
Antifurto de Tumbas: Equipe Especial de Tesouros Nacionais
According to the Classic of Rites: Autumn Officials, it is recorded that the Zhou Emperor established the office of the Suxuan, responsible for illuminating the underground palaces and guarding the nation's treasures. Legend has it that these officials watched over the royal tombs and sacred relics. Two thousand years later, their role has taken on a new name: Cultural Relics Investigation Police.
—Prologue
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He found himself stranded on a river that marked the border between China and Vietnam. The soft waves washed over him again and again, leaving his body battered and raw. His nose, once accustomed to the cool mists of a three-thousand-meter mountain, had long lost all sensation, and his heart, like that of a hibernating frog, gave a faint tremor—finally roused by the rich aroma of a pot of beef brisket rice noodles.
With great effort, he forced his broken body upright, his wounds scraping against the earth. Beads of water, large and small, shattered on the ground as they rolled off his drenched skirt. Hurriedly, he clutched his tattered clothes to his chest and stared blankly at the East Asian faces across the river.
"You're awake?" The Chinese man gave him a friendly smile.
He nervously gripped his rags. Three hours ago, he’d still had the Spring and Autumn Period bronze you with the bird motif, worth thirty million, against his chest. Now it had vanished without a trace.
He knew all too well what awaited if his crime were discovered. National law was clear: all bronzes made before 1911 were strictly proh
