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Chapter 736: AI Appraisal: Itʼs Either Real or Fake! Xiao He: ?

Xiao He and Professor Ye chatted as they walked, quickly entering the core area of the restoration center.

The restoration roomʼs lighting was soft and cool-toned, the temperature dropping sharply. The surroundings were so quiet that only the soft hum of instruments could be heard. A wide lab table was covered with a dust-free mat, with the scorched fragments of the ancient painting placed in specialized glass trays, surrounded by microscopic equipment and sampling tools. Xiao He looked around curiously, feeling that this place didnʼt resemble the simple cultural relic restoration rooms shown on TV; instead, it felt more like a high-tech laboratory.

”You can take a brief look around. Iʼll go start the machine.”

Leaving those words, Professor Ye walked off to another small room.

Xiao He stood there hesitating for a moment before slowly approaching the pile of fragments, carefully examining them. After that massive fire, what was once a perfectly preserved calligraphy piece had turned into this scattered mess, the characters completely illegible. And he wasnʼt sure if it was part of some restoration process, but the fragments looked damp, as if theyʼd been soaked in some chemical solution. They appeared even more shapeless now—some pitch black, some yellowed, and others shattered to the size of a thumbnail...

Xiao He had no idea how these people had managed to collect and organize everything so meticulously. But just looking at the sheer amount of work involved, he couldnʼt help but feel genuine admiration.

This restoration work was truly a painstaking craft. At any rate, he felt that with his level of patience, it was definitely something he couldnʼt do.

...

”Sorry to keep you waiting. Come over here.”

A few minutes later, Professor Ye led Xiao He to another room.
The lighting in this room was undoubtedly brighter than the previous one. At the center, a massive piece of transparent glass was set up on the instrument.

”Just do what you normally do, the way you did before. This process will take a while, so you can write several times. The AI will automatically record your movements and conduct a probability analysis...”

Professor Ye explained the details to Xiao He.

It was actually very simple—just write.

Within ten minutes, Xiao He had already completed the task smoothly. He hadnʼt even had time to mentally prepare; his hand had already started writing. His mind felt calm and relaxed, completely pressure-free. It was no different from his usual practice sessions.

Only Professor Ye, staring at the dozen or so nearly identical copies Xiao He had produced in one breath, rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Then he looked at the real-time AI analysis results beside him and remained silent for a long time.

An error rate approaching zero? Was this a joke?

Old Qian hadnʼt just sent him a technical expert—heʼd practically sent him a human photocopier!

If he hadnʼt watched Xiao He write with his own eyes, Professor Ye would have suspected the AI was broken.

Was this really just a calligraphy novice?

Professor Ye couldnʼt help but lament internally.

Such a promising talent... why did he have to become a celebrity?!

Meanwhile, Xiao He had no idea what Professor Ye was thinking. He simply moved closer to the computer to look at the jumping data, squinting slightly. The most impressive part of this algorithm was its ability to run real-time computations and directly provide basic appraisal results. However, since the AI world was governed by strict probability theory, the final numbers could only serve as a reference.

For example, the current appraisal result—

[68.77%]

Xiao He inhaled sharply.

This was a very subtle number.

To put it simply, it was like flipping a coin: 50% chance of heads, 50% chance of tails. It was either real or fake.

And Xiao He knew that his copy was almost a one-to-one reproduction of the calligraphy piece at the art center—an almost error-free replication of the handwriting, eliminating the interference of secondary human reproduction differences. With this premise, the AI could only tell them that the authentic work was most likely real, but there was still a small chance it was fake...

Xiao He: After all that buildup, this is what you come up with?

I already know that if itʼs not real, itʼs fake!

Xiao He let out a silent sigh.

Heʼd been hoping for some breakthrough result, but in the end, that was it?