After speaking, he pointed his head at the other person's chest.
Only then did I notice that this man was wearing a round iron sign on his chest. The sign was clean and had the word "Shouyan" written on it, as well as the pattern of two wild flowers.
After hearing what the boss said, the other party grabbed the sign on his chest, his calm and hoarse voice suddenly became excited.
"You know the brand!"
"How do you know us! Who are you! What's your name!"
The boss seemed to know something. He looked at the other person with complicated eyes and said, "My name is Wang Xiansheng. Like you, I am engaged in research."
"I don't mean any harm, I just want to talk to you. How many years have you been here?"
"How many years..."
"I can't remember clearly. We should have come here in 1966."
1966? First research?
A piece of information suddenly flashed through my mind. I saw it accidentally when I was looking for Zhou Shunshun in Yinchuan.
Ningbo was formerly the Geological Museum. When I visited, the underground floor was the cultural relics warehouse and he was not allowed to enter. The ground floor was the temporary exhibition hall, VIP lounge and audience service hall. Go up the stairs and on the left hand side is the reading room.
, on the right is an exhibition hall called "Xia Xia Xing".
Daxia is Xixia, which means this is an exhibition hall about Xixia cultural relics. I saw an old black and white photo framed by the window here.
There are more than a dozen people in the photo, some squatting and some standing. The two lines of text on the right say: "On June 13, 1964, the first graduate students of Xixia studies took a group photo."
This guy is wearing the same badge as in the photo.
The head reaction is faster than mine.
This man is not a ghost, he is one of the people who disappeared back then!
This incident caused a big fuss at the time and even made it into the newspapers.
This "first research institute" is the predecessor of the current Ningxia Institute of Xixia Studies. Today, it has trained a group of doctoral students who focus on Xixia studies in the northwest region.
Knowing that it was not a ghost, Brother Biao immediately became furious: "You're going to fucking scare people to death! You must be the savage in the woods during the day! I almost shot you to death, why are you hiding here!"
"Oh? Just beat me to death. If I die, I won't have to suffer anymore..."
His voice still sounded extremely hoarse, as if his throat had also been injured.
Light a candle, tilt your head and ask the other person in a deep voice: "Can we talk about your experience?"
He replied: "Okay, I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, and I want to tell you some things, but I have to take medicine first."
He walked over to the big pot and opened the lid. The bark was all boiling in the pot.
The man wet the towel in the pot and then took off his shirt.
"vomit!"
This time I almost vomited.
On his belly, back, and arms, in addition to patches of white spots, there were also large and small pustules. The large pustules were bulging and broken, like many eyes growing on his body.
I've heard people say that a very severe form of vitiligo will look like this in its late stages, with pustules forming all over the body.
He washed the rag, carefully wiped his stomach with the boiled bark water, then stretched out his hand and said, "Please help me wipe my back. I can't reach it."
Look at me.
I took the towel and wiped his back.
The bulging pustules on his back would immediately "water" outwards if touched lightly.
You can think about it, take a grape, squeeze it hard and it will explode.
I suppressed my nausea and asked: "Brother...Brother, why do you use this bark water to wipe your body? This bark is poisonous. You...you have an infection and suppuration. You'd better go to the hospital for antibiotics."
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"Young man....you don't want to know what I've been through."
"I have to rub myself with this bark every day. If I stop, I will feel very uncomfortable."
He turned his head slightly and said to me: "Do you also want to be like me?"
