We are about ten meters down from where we are now, and we are about to reach the bottom. I saw many faint light strips on the undulating ground below. The light strips were very strange, as if they were under the ground.
There was a golden light flowing slowly, and so many looming light strips merged into a huge abstract pattern, covering the ground in the field of vision, like a hanging Milky Way hidden underground.
"What is that?" I had never seen such a scene before. I was shocked and curious, so I asked the old magician.
"Well...I don't know." The old magic stick shook his head, saying that he had never seen it before like me.
Including Qingqing, no one knew what this was. She and the female wolf often came here when she was very young, but they couldn't see the scene in front of them.
I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but when I walked here, I felt that the very light fragrance was slightly stronger, and it almost made people want to melt into this smell. Smelling the fragrance, looking at what looked like
I frowned at the huge pattern that was still flashing.
This kind of pattern is definitely unfamiliar to me. Whether it is in the information or in my past work, I have never been exposed to it. But when I looked at it, I felt that it was not the case, because how can I look at such a pattern?
They all have some impression.
"Let's go down and have a look. Isn't it true that I can't see anything if I stay here all the time?" The old magician was very interested and seemed to have a strong interest in this place.
"Wait a moment." I was interrupted by the old magician, but a light flashed in my mind and I quickly pulled him: "Take out the photo you just showed me."
The old magician didn't know what I was going to do, so he blankly took out the photo he had shown me before. I have been exposed to a lot of inscriptions, patterns, and patterns, and I have a professional sensitivity towards this thing. I picked up the photo and started talking to it.
The following pattern is for comparison. The photo shooting range is limited, the background is definitely not panoramic, and the textures in the photo are dim, but I confirm my idea.
I kept changing my observation position, and finally found a place on the ground below. It was a little far away from us, and it should be the center of the entire pattern. The light strips at that location seemed to be consistent with the lines in the photo.
of.
Perhaps the only difference between the two is that there is an old monk lying quietly in the photo, while the place in front of him is empty.
Perhaps it was because of the similarity and mystery between the two that I was suddenly curious about the identity of the old monk in the photo. I wanted to know who it could be. But the old monk had already said that he did not know the identity of the other monk.
, so I didn’t ask, thought about it, and returned the photo to him.
"Is there anything else down there?" I turned to ask Qingqing.
"There is a spring, and the water is very sweet." Qingqing still had a strong sense of direction in the dark. She stretched out her hand and pointed to me, and then said: "There is a big stone box over there."
The old magician and I were a little confused because we didn't know what the big stone box looked like. Qingqing explained it again, and I gradually understood that the big stone box she was talking about was probably a stone tripod.
"Is it a stone tripod..." the old magic stick muttered, and with a glance from the corner of my eye, I saw him taking a step back as if unintentionally, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
"Go down and have a look."
"Wait!" The old magician shuddered nervously, stretched out his hand and grabbed me tightly, opened and closed his lips several times, and finally said only two words: "Be cautious."
"It should be fine down there." I wasn't surprised that the old magic gun had this expression. The relationship between him and Mr. Chen obviously didn't last a day or two. I guessed that the old magic gun was probably also a member of the Dayanpo team back then. He
I know that kind of stone tripod and the terrifying invisible murderer. But I trust Qingqing. She has been to the place many times, so there will be no problem.
"You have never been here before, how can you be so confident?" Once the old stickman became serious, the light in his narrowed eyes was particularly sharp: "Young man, there are certain mistakes you should not make."
I didn't want to argue with the old bastard about this issue anymore, so after thinking about it, I let him stay on top.
Qingqing took me to the bottom. When I stepped on the ground, I could distinguish more clearly. The stones here are similar to crystal or mica. They are not as transparent as glass, but they have a certain degree of transparency. Under the stone layer
, there must be something flowing. As I walked slowly, I carefully identified the lines and patterns carved on the ground. Based on my years of experience in the industry, I couldn’t tell what they were.
Gradually, we came to the place that was close to the center of the pattern, and the aroma became stronger and refreshing. Qingqing's nose moved slightly, and suddenly he pulled me with a little surprise and said: "Ahead, look ahead.
Is there a small, red, fruit-like thing? I smell it."
In fact, by this time I had vaguely noticed that the pattern that appeared in the unknown place in the photo and the pattern on the ground in front of me were completely consistent in direction. Looking from a bird's eye view, it was like thousands of rivers finally converged.
On one point. That point is the center of the pattern. I always thought that there was nothing in this center position, but Qingqing reminded me, I bent down and looked slowly. Finally, where many fine patterns were intertwined, I saw
I arrived at a red bead that seemed to be inlaid on it.
"Qingqing, what is this?"
"I don't know, but it smells good and is good stuff."
I observed it for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with touching the bead, I tentatively tried to pick it up. When I picked it up, I realized that there was a problem with my judgment. The bead was not embedded in the texture, so I picked it up as soon as I picked it up.
, and it doesn’t seem to be a bead.
It is about the size of a longan, oval in shape, and its skin is golden yellow, but you can see that there seems to be a stream of red blood flowing inside. I don't know if it has any smell, but it has been kept here, so naturally it
I was tainted with that nice smell.
I felt like it would break when I pinched it, and it looked very, very much like an egg.
"It's edible."
Qingqing was brought here by the female wolf when she was young. She occasionally encountered such an "egg". The female wolf asked Qingqing to eat it. At that time, Qingqing was very young and didn't understand anything, so she ate it obediently.
She couldn't recall the smell, and she didn't know how she would react after eating it. She just felt very comfortable after eating it.
"It's good, you eat it." When Qingqing saw the red bead, she seemed to recall the unforgettable and bitter but happy and carefree time in her childhood. She was very happy and encouraged me to eat this thing.
"We'll talk about it when we get out." I didn't eat the thing, so I put it away first. This wasn't because I was suspicious of Qingqing, but I just wanted to find out what this thing was.
The geological structure here is very simple. If you walk a little further, you can see a vague shadow, which must be the stone tripod that Qingqing mentioned. It is very big, as tall as a person, simple, square and majestic. After passing the previous ones
However, I have become somewhat wary and fearful of the tripod, so when I approached it, I was a little hesitant.
However, Qingqing ran over quickly, and I could only follow. There was nothing surprising about the appearance of the stone tripod. It was not a cast tripod, and there was no supporting evidence. The material was stone, so it was difficult to tell the specific age.
. Before I got completely close to it, I saw that it was densely engraved with numerous inscriptions.
There are all very complicated and obscure bird beak inscriptions, there are tens of thousands of them, and their complexity is almost more complicated than Chinese characters.
"I learned that trick from it." Qingqing pointed at the stone tripod and said to me.
"With it?" I frowned suddenly, which was unexpected, but at the same time, I also felt excited in my heart. First, the bird's beak inscription on the stone tripod must carry unusual information. Second,
Qingqing seems to be able to read them?
I asked her if she could understand these complicated inscriptions. She shook her head and began to explain to me in detail. I don’t know if there was a problem with her expression or with my understanding. In short, after talking for a long time, I was still confused.
Qingqing explained for a while, and I finally understood it a little bit.
She has never gone to school seriously and knows some words, but she knows nothing about various operations in mathematics. However, according to her story, I can hear that the beak inscription on the stone tripod can be broken down into a strange
Arrange them, and then form something similar to an arithmetic problem. This is certainly not the case, but it is probably the meaning. In other words, every beak inscription may be decomposable.
Qingqing stroked one side of the stone tripod, and soon after, she called me over to take a look. Through her touch, she touched two bird beak inscriptions. These two bird beak inscriptions were not outstanding among the densely packed inscriptions, but after I looked at them,
It was discovered that there was a slight chisel mark around the two beak inscriptions, enclosing them.
"I recognize these two." Qingqing touched one of the inscriptions and said, "It taught me the trick."
I really want to know what kind of calculation method can be used to understand the decomposed inscriptions, but Qingqing really can't tell. It may not just be a problem with her expression. This kind of "operation" method is like Ji Feng and Zen language.
Those who can understand it must understand it with their own heart; those who cannot understand it will still not understand it even if others tell it a thousand times.
What makes it difficult for me to understand is that even if the beak inscription can be interpreted through special "operations", how can Qingqing change his face? What is the connection between the beak inscription and the human body?
There must be a connection, and I immediately remembered that Wu Shengli repeatedly asked me to provide the rubbings of the bird's beak inscription before he died, saying that it was the only chance to save his life.
When I think about the death conditions of Mr. Chen and Deputy Director Zhou, I can't help but suspect that the bird's beak inscription contains some secret about the human body?