Chapter five hundred and thirty second ancient memory
"What's weird?" Hao Ren looked at the small wooden box in Vivian's hand curiously. It had a black-red luster and had European-style fine carvings from three hundred years ago. Due to its age, some tiny details could be seen on the edge of the wooden box.
There are cracks, but other than that it is not much different from an ordinary jewelry box from that era. "Perhaps this was the only valuable thing you had back then, so I solemnly handed it over to you."
"I am poor, but I don't really care about these valuable things," Vivian opened the small wooden box and muttered to herself while looking at the velvet lining inside. "My main concern has always been to fill my stomach.
…What’s so strange about this box?”
As she said that, she put the box under her nose and smelled: "There is a slight smell of blood. It is my own blood. It should have been left as a mark, but it has been three hundred years and the smell has become a little thin. Box
The runes inside don’t have any special information.”
Hao Ren took the box and shook it slightly, then suddenly an idea came to him: "Maybe there is a mezzanine inside... Why don't you take it apart and take a look?"
Vivian was a little hesitant. In fact, she had this idea when she got this box a few days ago, but she was so confused that she still couldn't bring herself to actually open the box: after all, this thing looks quite beautiful. She frowned and followed
After struggling for a long time, she finally nodded lightly: "That's right... leaving it like this is not an option. You should be careful when you start, try not to damage the board, maybe it can be repaired by then￡↑,w≧ww
.Woolen cloth."
Hao Ren curled her lips, thinking that she had indeed come from a poor life. Although she said she didn't care much about valuable things, she felt distressed when the time came.
Hao Ren put the small wooden box on the table. He took out a small carving knife and a screwdriver and used it to pry the wooden boards around the box. He was very careful when doing so. It was not that he was afraid of damaging the box, but that he was worried about damaging the possible layers inside the box.
.After removing a few boards, he discovered something.
The box's thick bottom lid is hollow.
"There is something really hidden?" Vivian was surprised. Then she stretched her nails, dug into the cracks in the bottom cover of the box, and pulled out a corner of yellow-white satin-like fabric. Along with this piece of fabric,
What also fell out was a blood-colored crystal less than the size of a thumb and only a few millimeters thick.
Hao Ren watched all this with anticipation, and suddenly felt that this process was like a magical story: finding the interlayer from an ancient jewelry box three centuries ago, which contained the secret knowledge left by the witch, and the safekeeping of the jewelry box.
The author is an immortal who has lived for more than three hundred years, and the place where the box is unpacked is still in the basement... The whole process seems to be quite high-end except for the fact that the witch herself is a poorer than a bat spirit.
Vivian carefully unfolded the piece of "fabric" made of strange material and found that it was unexpectedly thin and tough. It seemed that the material was far beyond the reach of ancient human textile technology. After unfolding, it was nearly three feet square. The upper third
One area is densely written with dark red "paint", and the rest of the area is painted with some simple pictures. There are also large blank areas, which seem to be prepared for future use.
"This is... a fabric used in the Egyptian pantheon. I remember that Horus once gave me some of these things and asked me to help him cure a plague." Vivian looked at the three-foot-square "silk"
Thoughtfully, "These fabrics cannot be made by humans back then."
Hao Ren found that the color of the writing on the cloth was a bit strange, with different shades. It seemed that it was not written at once, but intermittent notes left in many different eras: "Did you write this?"
"It's my handwriting, and the writing material is my blood, otherwise they wouldn't have been preserved for so long." Vivian struggled to identify the logical order of these messages, "...my writing was really ugly back then, and it was all covered in It’s ancient writing. No one should be able to understand it now.”
Hao Ren: "..."
"This is the beginning," Vivian pointed to a corner of the fabric and read out slowly, "...'Some records were lost. They disappeared with the memory, and there is no trace of them anymore. I can't even know for sure. What is it that I have lost? It is not reliable to keep records in a dormant place or bury them without care. They may be destroyed due to changes in the natural environment, and I may not still remember these things after I wake up. It should be Before everything is lost, make a copy of them again and keep them in the hands of a reliable servant, or let them enter a human museum. Even if I forget these things again, at least they are still preserved, and there is a chance that they will be seen again. There is a chance. OK.'"
Hao Ren frowned: "What do you mean?"
"It should be about preserving these manuscripts. It seems that I have also preserved other similar messages, and I often save and copy them, but every time I wake up from a deep sleep, I find that part of the manuscript is missing," Vivian said according to her own account Habit reasoned about what happened back then, "It seems that I tried putting them next to me before falling asleep and burying them underground, but in the end I found that if no one looked at these manuscripts, there would always be problems, so I finally chose to put them away Give them to servants, or induce human archaeologists to put them in museums."
Vivian nodded at the end: "Well, although humans have a short lifespan, their inheritance is more reliable than the lifespan of aliens, at least... more reliable than my brain. It seems that inducing things into the human archaeological system is a good idea. A great way to preserve relics.”
Hao Ren chuckled: "That's now. In ancient times, it wasn't necessarily true. What if you were to encounter the burning of books and the burning of the Library of Alexandria?"
Vivian curled her lips: "I have seen the fire in the Library of Alexandria, but the burning of books to enslave scholars is definitely not as serious as later generations said. When Ying Zheng burned books, he basically kept a copy, and the only copy was not burned. Hidden in his library."
Hao Ren: "...Then let's continue reading your last words... Oh no, leave a message."
Vivian lay on the table and tried to distinguish the ancient characters written hundreds of years ago, thousands of years ago, or even nearly ten thousand years ago. The symbols used on them are no longer known to anyone today. They are even primitive characters and even hieroglyphs from the origin of mankind. There are even mysterious words that have never appeared in human history. Only Vivian still remembers which tribe or which pantheon they come from. Of course, they also include a small part of Laita runes, but Laita runes are not It is not suitable for memorizing things, so there is very little content in this part. Vivian knows the meaning of these words, but cannot tell where they originated. It can be said that this is a secret letter that only one person in the world can interpret. If it is really If it were handed over to human archaeologists, I don’t know how much of a sensation it would cause.
But it is destined not to fall into the hands of those experts. Now only its writers are struggling to recall the meaning of those words and interpret them intermittently:
"...The following contents are copied from other old manuscripts and recalled, and may not be accurate, and the early years cannot be recalled.
"... I woke up in a wilderness. Where the sun rose, there was a large beach, and where the sun set, there was a mountain range. The long-standing ice sheet had receded, and the earth seemed to be recovering, and breathing became more comfortable. Towards the direction of the warm wind.
Walking, you can see grasslands and trees that are turning green. Among the piles of stones, you can see human settlements. They have survived the freezing season and are hunting. I was regarded as a goddess and received food as an offering. I began to regain my strength...
"...the seasons changed two hundred times, and the tribe began to fear my immortality and strength, so they left. Heading towards the direction where the sun sets, they climbed over the mountains and flew over a very vast place. They saw white towers and palaces.
This is beyond human skill, and perhaps people like me live here.
"The people in the tower didn't welcome me, so they left. I met Amon and Osiris in the wilderness. They were heading to a place with a large river flowing through them and invited me to accompany them. But sleep came over me and they needed to find a place to sleep.
The place. Moreover, I have been feeling irritable recently, and I have already had an inexplicable fight with someone once. It is best not to continue walking with others.
"Find a stable cave, set up defenses, and prepare to sleep. The last night was a full moon, the moon was bright, but I no longer had the energy to look at it."
"... I woke up in the cave, it was cold, it was snowing outside, I hope it won't be that long freezing season again. Traces of human settlements were found outside the cave, there were some abandoned stone houses and tools, it seemed that I was sleeping
During this period, a tribe or a small kingdom appeared here. This time, we continued to move in the direction of the setting sun... We found a large plain and a large-scale human settlement. Their vitality is really tenacious.
"My physical strength began to recover again, and the weakness after sleeping had receded. As I headed towards the direction where the cold wind was blowing, I began to recall more things about my own strength on the way, which seemed to be a good sign. I met Zeus and Hercules who were quarrying in the mountains.
La, they are an interesting couple. They seem to be planning to raise a group of humans in captivity, but they don't know how they will go about it.
"My physical strength recovered quickly, and I seemed to be back to my prime. I easily defeated a group of ferocious beasts and dead bones in the battle. But after that, there was a weird anger that couldn't go away. It seemed that those beasts and the master behind them belonged to me.
The enemy. Probably related to some lost memories... My strength continued to increase, and I finally took action to eliminate the Lord of the Bones who invaded the territory. My anger subsided slightly, but sleepiness came over me. I needed to find a place to sleep, and this time I chose the mountain.
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Vivian added her own speculation while translating: "The first time it was said to be the post-glacial period or later, the second time seems to be seven or eight thousand years ago... Zeus had not yet created Olympus.
, he didn’t really pay attention to the human kingdom until thousands of years after that.”
"This seems to be a diary of every time you wake up and fall asleep," Hao Ren frowned, "Why are you recording these?"
Vivian shook her head: "I don't know... I can only keep reading."