When I turned to the last few pages of the sketchbook, Xiao Fan's painting style changed 180 degrees. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info more realistic, colder, darker, as if without any emotion. But if you look closely, it seems to be a scene in the roadway under the mine. I suddenly realized why these paintings give people such an oppressive feeling, except for the large black background and the lines that penetrate the back of the paper, the main problem is that there are no human figures in these paintings, not a single one!

Turning back further, I saw the huge Japanese supply warehouse in the depths of the mine, the huge iron gate at the end of the warehouse, and the magnificent Goguryeo stone monuments lined up in the iron gate of the warehouse. These steles are obviously different from the steles of the Central Plains, the carvings are rough or even simple, there are no decorative patterns, there are no other shapes of bases, as if they grew out of the soil. Although it was just a sketch drawn by Xiao Fan, I could still feel the huge sense of depression caused by the dozen or so stone tablets.

On the last few pages of the sketchbook are the words on the stone tablet that Xiao Fan copied. And he drew only one word on the notebook, and it was obvious that he was studying this character in depth. It can be seen that Xiao Fan was trying to disassemble this complex text at first. This character is very complicated, and if you use the strokes of Chinese characters to calculate, there should be hundreds of strokes. Xiao Fan thought that this should be a pattern composed of one sentence, and tried to divide it into different parts, next to the disassembled structure, Xiao Fan marked some oracle bone inscriptions, ancient gold inscriptions, as if making comparisons. And at the bottom right of the footer there is a line of kid, "On June 17, the stone inscription cannot be disassembled and recognized, but it must be a way of language encryption." ”

In the next few pages, Xiao Fan tried to change different angles, extract and arrange all the lines separately, and replace the patterns with similar abstract animal and plant images, but there was still no progress. But Xiao Fan at that time was obviously full of confidence, even if he failed again and again, his hand-drawn drawings were still serious and expressive.

It wasn't until the second half of the sketchbook, the last page of Xiao Fan's diary, that he made a breakthrough. Xiao Fan creatively turned the picture into six layers, each layer has a text pattern, superimposed on each other, and finally formed the text on the stone tablet. It's hard to imagine how Xiao Fan enlarged the pattern to a three-dimensional structure 20 years ago, when there was no computer and no 3D technology, dismantled and reassembled it again.

But in the lower right corner of the page is a line of small letters, "I still can't read the meaning of the pattern, which is formed by six ancient characters layered on top of each other." But these words seem to represent something very evil, and I'd rather they were never discovered. This is also the last paragraph left by Xiao Fan.

I flipped back a few more pages, and Xiao Fan's illustrations and text were over, thinking that after this day would be the day of the mining disaster. But at this time, a photo fell out of the white page, the four corners were a little yellow, the photo was in the background of the general's tomb, and the middle-aged Tang Binwen was in the middle of the photo, smiling. There was a thin young man beside him, with high cheekbones, sunken eyes, unkempt hair, and a very gloomy expression, as if he had just experienced a serious illness. Only his eyes looking at the camera are very clear and focused.

There is a small line on the back of the photo: "Thank you, Mr. Tang, without you I will always be in that dark world, I hope I can forget the past and always be in the sun." ”

"Uncle Chang, I originally called everyone to come, one is to hand over this book to you, and the other I also want to continue to understand the cause of the mining disaster and the cause of death of those who committed suicide in the painter's village through hypnosis. But you have told me Xiao Fan's life story intermittently today, and I believe that Uncle Liao's speculation is closer to the truth. It's just that what Xiao Fan did later was, in my opinion, not revenge, but another way of survival. Zhou Cheng's words were intermittent, not at all like his usual calm and calm him, and he seemed to be trying his best to control his emotions that were about to get out of control.

"Uncle Chang, doing what we do, what you said is very right, I can't make much money, it's not that there are no patients, but we will be more or less affected by the psychology of patients, every time I treat a patient, I will feel that my disease has deepened. But I can't avoid it, Xiao Fan is the strangest case I have encountered, a man who has been dead for almost twenty years, no commission, no communication, but I can clearly feel his feelings, his sadness, his loneliness, his resentment, his helplessness. Every beauty is followed by complete destruction, and every insistence on expectations is followed by abandonment and deception. Zhou Cheng seemed to begin to vent the suppressed things in his heart, and his voice was a little choked.

"Uncle Chang, I remember you said to me, understand the will of heaven in the dark, and be at ease. But a child who has nothing to do is a child who has nothing to do at the age of ten because of a shameful experiment and is full of pain, experiencing life and death, experiencing being misunderstood and abandoned, and becomes an autistic person. was finally cured, and he had a good life to look forward to, but within a few years, he was deceived and coerced by the benefactor who cured him, and even lost his freedom and life forever. Where is Heaven's will? Why is a person's whole life miserable and distorted? He has done nothing wrong, so why should he be punished by God? Is it because he has special abilities that ordinary people don't have? Uncle Chang, you don't have to explain Heaven's will to me again, I don't understand, and I can't understand it. If fate has teased you mercilessly, your anger, your resistance is not exaggerated, and if this rebellion can give you a new life, I will not care about the bloody and ruthless process. Indeed, I don't want Team Cao to continue to investigate, I just want to make Xiao Fan's hard-won freedom last longer. ”

Saying this, Zhou Cheng sat down beside me, as if he was exhausted. I patted him on the shoulder and helped him up. "Xiao Zhou, I didn't mean to blame you, not to mention that Huansheng and even Team Cao have the same feelings as you, so your choice is also my choice, just like you said, it makes no sense for us to pursue the will of heaven and complain about fairness. I agree, the present moment is the best cause and effect, and it's just a trip for us. Let's go, let's go back, in fact, having two drinks once in a while is also a way to express freedom. ”

Our group stayed in Ji'an for two more days, one of which was mainly used for decanting. The night before was a day when the Cao team could be moved and proud for months. I, Zhou Cheng, and Huansheng took turns to block the wine for him, even if it was Secretary Cao, who was experienced in a hundred battles, Director Xie, a native of the Northeast, and Deputy Director Luo, who persuaded him to drink, under the three of us who did not want to die in turns, they could only bow down. With the host's hospitality, we ended up drinking four bottles of Moutai plus two bottles of Lao Baigan, and it is said that we ran out of wine later, and we dragged two cases of beer to moisten our throats. But I don't remember anything about the beer, and I woke up again in the evening of the next day.

Zhou Cheng was worse than me, and when he came out of the restaurant, he went directly to the hospital, hung the water for two days, and he lost weight before he came to his senses. On the train back to Beijing, everyone was a little tired, and every time Team Cao turned the topic to Tang Binwen and Xiao Fan, we avoided it intentionally or unintentionally, which made Team Cao very boring. But later, Team Cao also seemed to understand something, and no longer dwelled on the truths that made us physically and mentally exhausted.

This summer's travel life in Ji'an for more than a week has had serious sequelae. When Zhou Cheng returned to Beijing, the psychiatric clinic was closed for a month, and he didn't seem to care about losing clients. In his line of work, there was a joke that he went to a well-known hospital for psychotherapy, and was recognized by the doctor, so he had to run away in disgrace. After all, Zhou Cheng is still quite well-known in that field, and many of his research projects have been incorporated into clinical textbooks, and there are far more people who know him than he knows.

Liao Huansheng and Feng had a quarrel when they returned to Beijing, and neither of them paid attention to anyone for two or three months, and later I learned that Liao Huansheng got some rubbings of the stele out of the year, hid them in his bag, and kept them in order to go back to Beijing to continue research. On the train back, let Feng Wei secretly throw it into the trash can passing by the station. Feng said very hard later, "Which one of the people who studied that thing has good results?"

After the Cao team came back, he was a little distracted, and he wanted to continue to check Wang Baocheng's whereabouts in private, but we all tacitly agreed not to squeak. But the abnormality of the Cao team made Zeng Qian, who was as careful as a hair, see it, and was caught by Zeng Qian in a hotel café, and he whispered with Li Lin. The two almost divorced for this matter, and with our unremitting work, it took half a year to clear the grievances of the Cao team, but after this incident, the Cao team completely let go of the suicide case of the painter's village.

Of course, there is a good side to this matter, about two months after we returned to Beijing, the powerful Cao team transferred Xiao Yang from Ji'an to his department, Xiao Yang, like the Cao team and Xiao Lei, like to run to my small courtyard when there is nothing to do, which also made my small courtyard more angry.

On the third day after I returned to Beijing, Xiao Lei came to see me in the courtyard and talked about Ji'an. He told me that the bureau had put a lot of effort into finding the missing Wang Baocheng. But this Wang Baocheng lived in a simple house in the painter's village, rarely showed up, and even met the landlord only two or three times. Moreover, Wang Baocheng lived in the painter's village, and did not have any contact with his classmates when he was young, so that people who knew him did not know that he was in the painter's village.

But Xiao Lei confirmed that Wang Baocheng was still alive, because half an hour after Wang Baocheng's disappearance, the aunt of the local neighborhood committee saw Wang Baocheng walking out of the village with blood on one arm, saying that he was accidentally scratched by a utility knife when he was creating, and he stopped a taxi and left. Xiao Lei was also ruthless, and went to investigate one taxi company after another, and really let him find the driver who pulled Wang Baocheng that day.

The driver was very impressed by Wang Baocheng, whose hands were covered in blood, and recalled that he went to a small hotel on the side of Andingmen. Xiao Lei tracked all the way to the past, and that Wang Baocheng only stayed in the hotel for one day, and then checked out and left. But when he left, his coat and wallet were thrown at the hotel, and the hotel attendant tried to contact the owner, but there was no useful information in the wallet.

Xiao Lei took out a copy from his bag, which was the check-in procedure that Wang Baocheng had done at the hotel at that time, with a copy of his ID card on it. I took a look at it and was stunned, Wang Baocheng on the ID card and the photo in Xiao Fan's diary, the young man next to Tang Binwen is exactly the same, but his expression is much more mature, the only difference is that Wang Baocheng on the ID card does not have a trace of gloom, and his face is full of sunshine.

Xiao Lei handed me another photo, on which was Wang Baocheng's wallet left in the hotel at that time, except for some change, there was only a small note in the wallet, and on the note was a sentence written in a familiar font: "Dust to dust, dust to dust, everything is over." ”

(The Song people had good deeds of benevolence and righteousness, and they were unremitting for three generations.) The family has no reason for the black cow to give birth to a white calf to ask Confucius. Confucius said: "This auspiciousness is also to recommend God." "After a year of dwelling, his father became blind for no reason, and his ox was reborn with a white calf. His father asked his son to ask Confucius. His son said, "Why should you ask if you are blind when you ask before?" and his father said, "The words of the saints come together first." The matter has not been investigated, so I will ask it again. His son asked Confucius again. Confucius said: "Good luck." "Restoration of religion as a sacrifice. His son is deadly. His father said: "Do the words of Confucius." "After living for a year, his son became blind for no reason. Later, Chu attacked the Song Dynasty and besieged its city; the people changed their sons and ate them, analyzed the remains and cooked them; Ding Zhuang all took the city to fight, and most of the dead were killed. This person is exempt from both father and son's illness. and the encirclement was lifted and the disease was recovered. --"Liezi")