When I said this, Mustache stopped telling me and asked me: "Can you guess what happened next?"
I had never heard of the information about Dry Well before, but at this moment, as Mustache told me, an idea immediately came to my mind.
"I can probably guess it, but I don't know if it's correct."
Mustache looked at me, nodded and said, "Your guess is correct."
The Swedish-German man under the dry well was almost dragged up by force. When he appeared at the mouth of the well, almost everyone was shocked. And this shock was mixed with indescribable fear. Everyone
Everyone is shouting to God.
From entering the dry well to being pulled up, it took less than an hour. An hour can only be regarded as a very short moment in a person's life, but in this moment, the German completely changed.
Before entering the dry well, the German was in his thirties at most, strong and energetic. But when he was pulled out, he was already very old, his blond hair had turned completely white, and his face was covered with wrinkles, like a corpse from
Zombies crawling out of medieval tombs.
This scene completely subverted people's normal thinking, making the explorers from abroad tremble with fear and almost couldn't believe their eyes. The Chinese people who were peeping in the dark were also very shocked. The result of the matter was beyond their imagination.
.
The German who was pulled up from the dry well lived for about three or four days before dying. The final cause of his death was probably aging and failure of his body's organs.
As a result, everyone in Blackwater City had an inexplicable panic about the dry well. They moved their tents to far away places. But it was precisely because of what happened in the dry well that many people were eager to know.
What is there down there that can cause a young and strong person to age like this in a short period of time?
But no one dared to enter the dry well in person, and those foreigners regarded the crawlers who came to Heishui City as ignorant people. They spent some money and wanted the crawlers to go down to explore the way and explore the mines. As you can imagine
, all I got in exchange was the disdainful sneers and rejection from the dirtbags.
Finally, a British man came forward and found two local Mongolians. They asked the Mongolians to go down the well to explore the way. Cameras and flashlights had already appeared at that time, but it was impossible to operate them in a dry well, so no image data could be produced. They requested
The Mongolians who entered the dry well did their best to bring up everything they could.
These foreigners had obviously foreseen what might happen after entering the dry well again, and they just wanted to get something back from the well that could be used for research and speculation.
However, after the two Mongolians entered the dry well one after another, they all suffered the fate of the German. They aged inexplicably in a short period of time. After the first Mongolian was pulled up, he was speechless and could only watch.
His body and hands were shaking involuntarily. Some people asked him desperately about the situation in the well. The Mongolian man told them intermittently like a gossamer that there was only sand in the depths of the well, everything was sand, and even a stone could not be seen.
Less than.
After that, foreign explorers hired local herdsmen to go down into the well several times, but the result was no change. People who entered the dry well continued to repeat the tragedy that had happened several times, entering the well, being pulled up, aging, and dying.
In the end, all foreign explorers had no choice but to give up. Then, the Chinese also withdrew from Blackwater City after exploring for a long time, and the place completely returned to deathly silence.
No one knew what was in that dry well. Mustache told me that the news about the dry well was leaked after the incident, and someone might have visited it during the period. Before liberation, someone set foot in this dry well for the last time.
There was a dry well inhabited by a devil. They first tested it with wild animals, and found that they were fine. The animals that were thrown into the well and pulled up did not seem to have changed at all.
Then people went down into the well in person. At this time, the dry well seemed to have really turned into an ordinary dead well. People who entered the dry well only saw sand and nothing else.
"You should understand why these things are all related to each other." All of Mustache's expressions disappeared, and he said to me seriously: "I said that cooperation with me is the most correct choice.
As long as we eliminate our differences and cooperate sincerely, we will not only be able to get rid of the blame you are carrying, but you will also get a share of the harvest you deserve."
I fell into silence again. This silence was not because I was deliberately being deep, but because my mind suddenly fell into chaos and I didn’t know how to answer Mustache’s words. Xixia ancient books, Kozlov, and a few persevering Chinese people
, Xixia bronze medal, gloomy face, old man, Lei Yingxiong, mustache... These people and things are intertwined into a huge web, and I am firmly entangled in it. How could I be involved in this like them?
In the matter?
At the same time, a question that was buried in my heart and had almost been forgotten resurfaced. What was Mustache’s motive? To be precise, what was his motive for cooperating with me?
It can be said that in any matter, motivation is the most critical factor. From old ladies buying food and cooking on the streets to robbers and robbers murdering people and setting fires, there must be obvious motives. Mustache said it today.
A little bit of truth, but with this little bit of truth, his motives became more unclear and even a little weird. If he refused to tell me anything, he wouldn't have made me think so much, just like when we first started working together.
At that time, I made blind guesses for two days and ignored his motives.
I think this issue must be clarified.
"Tell me, why did you choose me to cooperate with you?"
"Everything has a cause and effect. There must be a good reason why I want to cooperate with you." Mustache leaned on the sofa and said, "I can't tell you this reason yet, because if I tell you now, you might not believe it.
It won’t do you any good either.”
"I feel like I've been being led by your nose."
"I have made everything clear today about what I should tell you." Mustache did not answer my words, but changed the topic: "I think you also know what we should do next."
"Looking for the things that Shi Pan failed to bring back?"
"Yes." Mustache nodded, turned and walked out the door. I heard him vaguely say, this is an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Perhaps while Mustache was interpreting the sheepskin, the action plan was already brewing in his mind, and various preparations were carried out quickly. One night about four or five days later, he told me some more about the situation. Sheepskin
All the contents of the book have been thoroughly understood, and the goal of our actions is very clear.
Among the few manuscripts left by Lu Xiuhuang, there is a hand-drawn map attached. This map may be the most intuitive information in the manuscript.
"With this map, we can follow the unfinished road that was built back then and get the things!"
Under the dim light, I saw a trace of burning light in Mustache's calm eyes.
This conversation was very brief. After the conversation, Mustache told me that we would leave tomorrow morning. He also asked me not to reveal the conversation between us, including the parchments and notes, to anyone, and not to tell Ma.
father.
After Mustache left, I put in the water and took a bath. Soaking in the bathtub, looking at the dense water vapor in front of me, my head felt a little dizzy, but my thoughts were surprisingly clear, and I silently systematically organized what I knew about the situation.
once.
However, among these situations, only those that I have personally experienced or witnessed are more reliable. I cannot believe everything that Mustache says, and I cannot even believe everything that Cao Shi says. It is not that I am too worried, but I cannot believe in Cao Shi. After all, he is not very old.
I only came into contact with this matter after the old man, and many of the clues came from hearing. If what he knew was false in itself, then it would still be false when he recounted it to me.
Because it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of this information, I have no way to make inferences and guesses. Even if I barely understand the process, as long as one link is wrong, all subsequent inferences will be overturned.
In fact, it doesn’t matter whether these things are true or false. After all, Xiaohu and I have different pursuits. But I have noticed that Xiaohu seems to have been perfunctory with me, or in other words, delaying time. I even suspect that he has known about Wei Mian and Zhaotong for a long time.
The truth of the incident was hanging on me and I refused to tell it.
What am I worth to a mustache?
After thinking about it, if I really want to enumerate my value, then I can only say that there is a father named Wei Baye behind me. Other than that, I really can’t think of anything else. I even came up with this idea: Mustache
The purpose is the three Xixia bronze medals in the old man's hand. Although the three bronze medals were lost when trading with Gloomy Face, it is impossible for the old man not to keep the rubbings. Does Mustache want to trade me for the rubbings?
But even I don’t believe this nonsense explanation.
I was feeling quite uncomfortable, and Ma Dad happened to come in and ask me to have a late night snack, so I made up my mind to find a chance to have some air with Ma Dad and see what he said, but I knew that even if I told Ma Dad, he wouldn't
I can't offer any constructive suggestions, I can only act as a listener to what I say, and I can only vent my bitterness, but after thinking about it, I still suppressed the idea of complaining, Ma Dad doesn't know anything,
It's difficult to communicate with him on this matter.
I dried my hair and looked at my face in the mirror. After a while, my thoughts started to wander again involuntarily.
What kind of place would Kaiyang Mountain be? Hundreds of years ago, a man named Shi Pan once walked through it, but he got nothing. Starting from tomorrow, I will also set foot on this road.
To me, it's truly an unknown territory, where everything is hidden.