Summer 2013, Amazon Jungle, Golden City Archaeological Team.
The legend about the Golden City and the Golden Lake has been circulating on the American continent for hundreds of years. Over the past few hundred years, explorers from all over the world have come in an endless stream, but throughout the whole time, no one has ever seen anyone sink into the Golden Lake.
The true face of the Golden City.
Probably, only the legendary emperor of the Inca Empire who built the Golden City could truly get a glimpse of the entire Golden City.
A small camp was temporarily set up in the jungle. There were twenty-three people in this Golden City archaeological team, led by a professor from the archeology department named Doroin.
At this time, Professor Doroin was discussing in the tent with his assistant, a native who was responsible for leading the way and who was familiar with the local jungle environment, and a veteran soldier who was responsible for the force in the team.
They had entered the jungle for twenty days and had arrived at Golden Lake early, but they had no clue about Golden City.
Many years ago, the local government sent the army to protect Golden Lake and prevent illegal exploration. But even when the army was unable to do what it could, many people still sneaked into the restricted area. As time went by,
Nowadays, the local government's supervision of this place is not as good as before.
"Professor Doroin, our supplies are about to run out." The speaker was veteran Santa. "The remaining food can only last for another four days at most. Otherwise, we will be hungry on the way back.
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"Santa, my old friend! Please give me some more time!" Professor Doroin pleaded: "I have been studying the Inca civilization all my life. I believe that the Golden City must exist, and the entrance is nearby."
"One week, at most one week." Shanta frowned at this time: "Professor, you should understand that you and I were hired by others to come here, and I am the leader of this team, but I also
There is also a responsibility to ensure the safety of all personnel."
This was not an archaeological event initiated by Professor Doroin, but one with a sponsor. The sponsor provided Professor Doroin with a large amount of information, and after Professor Doroin recommended it, Santana was appointed as the team leader.
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But this time the investor did not come with the team. In fact, this investor was entrusted by someone else. He was just an intermediary and the real boss of this expedition. No one knew who he was.
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But even though Santa agreed to squeeze in some time, Professor Doroin frowned as he looked at the maps spread out on the ground. At this moment, some cheering sounds suddenly came from outside the tent.
Several people came out in confusion and found that the members of the archaeological team were gathering together and shouting. Professor Doroin called a member of the team to ask about something.
"Professor, one of the team members hunted a wild boar from the woods. Everyone was very happy and discussed how to eat it."
Professor Doroin was stunned and nodded: "Oh? Hunting? Who hunted it?"
Shanta couldn't help but become curious at this time... Cultural people think that hunting a wild boar may be a very simple matter for hunters. But this is not the case. Adult wild boars are very aggressive and can even kill someone if they are not careful.
Will bring life danger.
The team member pointed forward and saw a man sitting under the tree, covering his face with a hat and half lying down.
Professor Doroin walked over curiously and asked, "Did you hunt the wild boar? How did you do it?"
I saw this young man lifted his hat, and under his messy hair was a slightly dark face, which must have been tanned by the sun during this period...it was a rare face of an Oriental.
Professor Doroin was a little strange. He had the impression that this person was indeed in his archaeological team, but he was not his student. He was brought in by Santa when he was recruiting people.
Judging from the situation, it seems that Santa is not very familiar with this young man. But Professor Doroin and Santa have known each other for many years, and they know that Santa is not the kind of irresponsible person... This young man should have some skills.
place.
"Song, did you really hunt this wild boar by yourself?" Shanta was surprised at this time.
He found this young man in a tavern. At that time, he saw that he was fighting with a drunkard in the bar. He was quite good at it, so he started talking, and then they hit it off, and then they joined the archaeological team.
I don’t know his full name, I just know that he asked others to call him Song.
"Is there a problem?" Song yawned at this time. He was about twenty-three or four years old, and always had a faint smile on his face.
During these twenty days, Song basically did not communicate with the people in the team and seemed taciturn. He just followed the team silently and did his own thing.
"That's amazing!" Shanta laughed loudly at this time.
Song shrugged and said calmly: "I've been a little tired of eating dry food recently and want to eat some fresh meat. Maybe it's my luck. I originally planned to just catch two fish and grill them for myself, but then this big guy came to me.
Me."
This big wild boar is enough to feed the whole team for a day and a half, which is undoubtedly good news for the archaeological team who are in short supply of supplies.
But Professor Doroin suddenly said: "Song, what is that in your hand?"
Song was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand. He saw a small ornament carved from bone wrapped around his wrist, "This... I picked it up on the ground. It looks quite special."
, just put it on, is there any problem?”
Professor Doroin grabbed Song's wrist and looked at the small ornament carefully, "This is a kind of ornament worn by soldiers during the Inca Dynasty. It functions like the military badge worn by soldiers in some armies today.
, is used for identification. This...where was this thing found? Song, you must tell me! This may be a major breakthrough!"
"That's it..." Song thought for a while and then said: "I can't tell you exactly where it is, but I can take you there."
"Right away! Leave right away!"
Professor Doroin's neck turned red because of his excitement. He then asked Santa to leave a few people to guard the camp, and then set off with a group of people.
Song led the archaeological team members to a small waterfall, but the road was not easy to walk. Even a veteran like Santa who had field experience was already very tired when he arrived.
I'm dripping with sweat, don't talk about scholars like Professor Doroin.
At this time, Song stood on a big rock in the pool under the waterfall and pointed to the bottom of the waterfall. "There seemed to be a small cave entrance there, but it was too dark. I was worried that there was a poisonous snake hidden inside, so I didn't go in."
Yes. This thing was picked up inside."
Professor Doroin was originally sitting on the ground resting. When he heard this, he quickly got up and shouted: "Quick, quick! Santa, find some ropes, I want to go in and take a look myself!"
At this time, Song raised his head and glanced at the top of the waterfall. This was a tributary of the Amazon River that had been diverted several times before it came here, right?
Seeing the members of the archaeological team busy exploring the cave under the waterfall, Song had another smile on his face. He just heard him murmur in a low voice: "It's true, if you don't give me some clues, it will be useless."
None... I almost wasted my pocket money, ugh."
After moving his muscles casually, Song jumped into the pool and swam towards the bottom of the waterfall... This was not his first time exploring this place.
The last time was a few months ago, and the team last time... was wiped out!
The impact of the water flow suddenly surged, and every inch of progress required a huge amount of effort. However, at this moment, Song seemed to hear some kind of sound.
The whispers that had been occasionally ringing in his mind since he survived a few months ago. He tried to remember these strange sounds and their syllables countless times, but every time he was so confused.
He seemed to understand the meaning of these whispers, but he could never organize it in his own language in his mind. It was always so specious.
"What secrets are hidden here... It's really exciting!"
Someone from the archaeological team had already arrived first and tied the rope. They pulled the rope and finally got over the impact of the waterfall little by little and arrived behind the waterfall... Just as Song said, there are
This is a medium-sized cave.
Professor Doroin looked around, while Santa was observing the edge of the cave. "There are traces of digging here. Although it has been severely washed away by running water, it can still be seen... Someone has been to this place.
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"I'm afraid they are ancient people from the Inca Dynasty!" Professor Doroin took a deep breath, took a strong flashlight from the team member's hand, and shined it into the hole.
This section of the road is not easy to walk, it is downward, and the road is mostly gravel and covered with moss due to moisture, making it very easy to slip.
But after passing this section of the way down, the inside had become dry. After about fifty meters deep, Professor Doroin found some ancient murals on the wall, which made Professor Doroin unusual.
of excitement.
"This is a sacrificial painting!" Professor Doroin said loudly at this time: "Sure enough, the information the mysterious person from the funder gave me is not wrong. This is the recording method used by the ancient people of the Inca Dynasty!"
"Is...is it the Golden City?" A student of Professor Doroin in the team asked nervously.
"This... this doesn't seem to record the Golden City." Professor Doroin walked over these murals step by step. When he came to the last mural, he suddenly stopped and looked a little surprised.
, murmured to himself: "The black sun swallows the sky...what does it mean?"
I saw a black sun engraved on the mural, and the ancient Incas below were kneeling on the ground. Next to them was an image of an ancient man who looked like a sacrifice, with tears in his eyes.
Song was behind the crowd, watching the people in the team looking at the mural without saying a word, silently paying attention to the surroundings, and at the same time, he put his hand on his waist where the pistol was.
"Teacher, what does the black sun mean?"
Professor Doroin frowned at this time and said: "The Inca dynasty had its own worship. They worshiped the sun god, who was the patron saint of the Inca empire. In the Inca civilization, the name of the sun god was Inti, who was the creator god.
The son of La Cocha. However, Inti is the incarnation of the sun and should be a symbol of light... Why did the ancient Incas carve a black sun? I don't understand this... However, this discovery is probably the result of the Inca
A major discovery in the study of civilization! Hurry up and record all the murals here for me, and be sure not to miss any of them!"
Shanta was not interested in this kind of archaeological research at all. He was more interested in finding the wealth in the Golden City, so he looked outside the cave to look at other things.
Suddenly, Santa stopped because he found some supplies of modern civilization in the corner of the wall, including a kettle for outdoor use, a hiking shoe, and several bullet casings!
Someone had been here before them!
Shanta suddenly thought of Song, this mysterious and capable guy. He remembered that Song was beside him when he was looking at his surroundings, so he said directly: "Song, come here and take a look at what's here! Song!"
However, after shouting several times, Shanta received no response. He couldn't help but turn his head in confusion, only to find that Song disappeared at some point. At least, he was not in his sight.
Santa frowned. Not far away, Professor Doroin and a group of guys were busy recording information. Others in the team were assisting and did not notice his actions at this time.
"Song?" Sangta called Song again... Suddenly, something seemed to flash past his eyes.
A dark shadow!
It was so fast that Shanta subconsciously fired a shot at the place where the black shadow flashed. The sound of gunfire rang out, immediately alarming everyone!
"What happened!" Professor Doroin asked in horror.
Shanta responded loudly: "I don't know, but...but there seems to be something here!"
He looked back at everyone and said loudly again: "Everyone, please be careful. There may be something dangerous hidden in this place... What's wrong with you?"
He saw a group of people with frightened expressions on their faces, all looking at him. Shanta frowned, and when he realized what was going on in his heart, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He swallowed and slowly turned his head, only to see a pair of huge eyes staring at him in the darkness!!!!!!
What Shanta saw was a terrifying, bloody mouth! It was actually a huge python, with black scales all over its body, and a blood-red horn on the snake's head!
The moment Shanta reacted, his vision went dark, and his entire upper body had been swallowed by the terrifying python!
The black one-horned python swallowed half of Shanta's body. It raised its head instantly and saw Shanta's legs struggling in the python's mouth. Finally, it softened and the python's mouth opened again.
, and directly swallowed the whole person.
At this moment, the archaeological team fell into a complete panic.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes were staring at the scene happening in front of him. His body was curled up behind a rock, motionless... He is Song.
