11: Chapter 11 Blood Recognition? Sorry, according to the law, this constitutes desecration of a national first-class cultural relic.

Qin Yan's finger froze in mid-air, the drop of bright red blood at his fingertip trembling, ready to fall but not yet fallen.

He looked at the stern face in front of him, then at the black identification document representing absolute authority. His mind buzzed, the ecstasy of finding a billion-dollar treasure instantly interrupted and replaced by extreme irritation and the anger of being offended.

In his view, this dragon fetus imperial seal was something he had spotted among thousands of waste stones with his "Golden Eyes"; it was an Opportunity gifted to him by the heavens, his personal property.

Now, someone in uniform suddenly pops up and tells him to raise his hands?

On what grounds?

Qin Yan frowned tightly. Not only did he not put down the dragon fetus imperial seal in his hand, but he subconsciously pulled it closer to his chest, like a stray dog guarding its food.

"I bought this with real money! I haven't even had time to get a receipt, but the transaction is already complete! This is my private property, and I can do whatever I want with it!"

He turned to look around, trying to stir up the crowd: "Everyone, judge for yourselves. I found this treasure through my own ability, and this official wants to confiscate it with just one word? Is there no justice left!"

The onlookers, though fearful of the Special Police's guns, began to whisper among themselves. After all, in the antique trade, "finding a treasure" is everyone's dream. If something you found could just be taken away, who would dare to play anymore?

Gu Changan completely ignored Qin Yan's clamoring, not even glancing at him.

He turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to the elderly man behind him, who was wearing reading glasses and a Zhongshan suit. "Old Liu, please take a look for us."

The man called Old Liu was the chief appraisal expert of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage. At this moment, his hands were trembling as he carefully leaned in toward the jade stone in Qin Yan's arms. He didn't even dare to breathe too heavily, fearing that his warm breath might touch the peerless treasure.

With just one look.

Old Liu's pupils contracted sharply, and his whole body shuddered as if struck by electricity.

"This... this texture! This patina!" Old Liu's voice cracked with excitement. He pulled a high-intensity flashlight from his pocket and shone it against the surface of the jade. "A masterpiece of nature! This is the 'Purple Qi Coming from the East Dragon Fetus Seal' recorded in the Ming Dynasty imperial archives! It is clearly recorded in the historical book 'Miscellaneous Records of the Ming Palace' that before Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself on Coal Hill, he sealed this seal inside this stone, intending to leave it for future generations to restore the nation!"

The old man turned around abruptly, grabbed Gu Changan's sleeve, and wept, "Team Leader Gu! This is a national treasure! This is a true first-class grade A cultural relic! It has extremely high historical and archaeological value! It must never be allowed to remain in private hands!"

The whole scene fell into a dead silence.

The crowd, who had just thought Gu Changan was overbearing, now all shut their mouths.

First-class grade A cultural relic.

Anyone present who played with antiques knew exactly what these words weighed. This was no longer a matter of money; this was a matter of ending up behind bars for a very long time.

Gu Changan nodded slightly, slowly took off his white gloves, and put on a new pair.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over his glasses, and landed coldly on Qin Yan. "Did you hear that?"

Gu Changan's voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in the quiet venue: "According to Article 5 of the 'Dragon Country Cultural Relics Protection Law': All cultural relics remaining underground, in internal waters, and in the territorial seas within the territory of the Peoples Republic of China belong to the state."

He stepped forward, his leather shoes making a crisp "clack-clack" sound on the marble floor, each step feeling like it was stomping on Qin Yan's heart.

"Although you bought this stone for five hundred yuan, the 'dragon fetus imperial seal' wrapped inside belongs to the state. Your so-called 'transaction' is, from a legal standpoint, an illegal encroachment on state property."

Gu Changan pointed to the drop of blood on Qin Yan's fingertip that had not yet dried, his tone suddenly turning cold: "Furthermore, you just attempted to drip blood onto the cultural relic to perform a so-called 'blood-binding'?"

"Do you know that human blood contains acidic substances and various enzymes that will cause irreversible corrosion to the patina and microscopic structure of the jade surface?"

"According to Article 324 of the 'Criminal Law', intentional destruction of precious cultural relics protected by the state is punishable by fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years." Gu Changan looked at him expressionlessly. "Qin Yan, your current actions already constitute an attempted 'crime of intentional destruction of cultural relics'. If that drop of blood had fallen, you could expect to be pedaling a sewing machine until it smoked in prison."

"Bullshit!"

Qin Yan finally couldn't hold it in. He stood up abruptly, the veins on his neck bulging.

As a child of destiny possessing a System, when had he ever suffered such grievances? In the novels he used to read, when the protagonist found a national treasure, the state would beg to buy it and even give them banners and bonuses. Why was he facing jail time when it was his turn?

"That's robber logic!" Qin Yan clutched the dragon fetus imperial seal tightly, refusing to let go, spit flying. "This thing was buried in the ground for hundreds of years and no one knew! It was me! I was the one who found it! Without me, it would just be a broken rock! I have... I have the eye for it, this thing is mine!"

"I found this treasure with my own ability, why should I turn it over? You are robbing me in broad daylight!"

Gu Changan looked at the hysterical young man in front of him as if looking at someone completely ignorant of the law.

He took out his law enforcement recorder from his pocket and adjusted the angle to ensure that Qin Yan's hideous face was captured clearly.

"Watch your words; every sentence will become evidence in court."

Gu Changan's tone was flat, without a ripple: "If you had found ordinary, ownerless merchandise, that would be your skill. But when it involves unearthed cultural relics, private trading is the crime of trafficking in cultural relics."

After speaking, he didn't give Qin Yan a chance to continue arguing, instead pointing directly to the old stall owner nearby who was already scared silly.

"And you."

The old stall owner shuddered, his legs going weak, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

"Suspected of illegal trafficking in cultural relics prohibited from trade by the state, and the amount is huge." Gu Changan waved his hand. "Control him, seal all the inventory, and interrogate his suppliers overnight."

"Yes!"

Two fully armed Special Police officers pounced like wolves and tigers, pinning the stall owner to the ground. With a "click," the silver handcuffs locked tight.

"I'm innocent! I didn't know it was a cultural relic! It was just a broken rock!" The stall owner's pig-like screams echoed through the night sky.

Watching this scene, Qin Yan's heart was completely in disarray.

His pride-and-joy "rules of finding treasure" were as fragile as paper in the face of the iron laws of the state apparatus. He realized that reasoning with the person in front of him was impossible; the opponent simply didn't play by the rules!

Anger, humiliation, and unwillingness fermented in his chest.

Since the law wouldn't listen to reason, he would use his fists! He would use his supernatural powers!

I am the chosen one, I have the Golden Eyes! As long as I control this leader, who here would dare to touch me?

Qin Yan raised his head abruptly, staring fixedly at Gu Changan's eyes. The mysterious flow of Qi in his body spun wildly, all gathering into his eyes. Beneath his black-rimmed glasses, golden light surged from the depths of his pupils, turning into two invisible spiritual spikes that stabbed fiercely toward Gu Changan's brain.

Psychic Pierce!

This was an attack skill of his Golden Eyes. Once hit, the victim would at best suffer a splitting headache and faint on the spot, and at worst become an idiot, left to be manipulated by others.

"Kneel for me!" Qin Yan roared in his heart.

Gu Changan stood in place, not moving a muscle. Just as that spiritual wave was about to touch him, that cold, mechanical voice sounded in his mind again.

[Ding! Psychic attack against the host detected.]

[Source identified: Esper Qin Yan.]

[Triggering passive defense mechanism: Law Enforcement Majesty · Spiritual Rebound.]

[Multiplier: Ten-fold return.]

In the depths of Gu Changan's eyes, a golden light, far grander and more majestic than Qin Yan's glimmer, flashed and vanished. It was not some eerie, evil light, but the light of law and order, as upright and bright as the blazing sun.