If there is something in my heart, the wine will go down faster, and after a while, we who gathered to drink in the small garden of Jingxi Hospital drank two bottles of Jian Nanchun. Xiao Lei slipped out to find wine for us, and Huansheng also went to the cafeteria to get two more snacks.

I picked up the wine glass, touched it lightly with Team Cao, and swallowed it in one gulp, I don't know why, the wine became a little bitter, a little astringent, and a sour taste. "Lao Cao, I never ask if you can't say it, it's just that I can't figure out your mission, is it because Ding Jian's body functions have changed after being irradiated, and he needs to study further? Or does he have any other discoveries on the East Star that we don't know?"

Team Cao looked inscrutable, pointed to the file in my hand again, and without speaking, took the wine bottle in front of me, poured the last bit of Fugen'er into his own glass, and then looked up at the clear sky in a daze.

I opened the files again, and attached were various archival materials and social relations interview reports about Ding Jian. It seems that for Ding Jian, the bureau's investigation work has been very meticulous and comprehensive. Judging from his file, Ding Jian is a simple person.

An ordinary family in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, from primary school to middle school, Ding Jian's academic performance was not good or bad, and he insisted on taking the art college for some reason in high school, but at that time he almost did not have any painting skills.

Surprisingly, after two or three months of making up for the evil, Ding Jian was admitted to a famous art college in Zhejiang, focusing on oil painting. And in just one semester, Ding Jian became the professional leader in their class, and no one who knew his experience could believe this fact. Maybe that's what talent is called.

After that, Ding Jian continued his smooth sailing, participating in competitions, winning awards, staying in school, and taking the postgraduate entrance examination. Others are tireless, and he understates that it has been done. His master's supervisor wrote in the investigation report: Ding Jian's vision and imagination are enough to make up for his lack of technology, and given time, he must be an artist who is ahead of his time.

But from these archives, it can at least be determined that Ding Jian is a very withdrawn person, from childhood to adulthood, he has almost no friends, and it is even more difficult for someone to really penetrate into his heart.

Especially after he left school and resolutely became a wandering painter, he went to the most remote and uninhabited places to sketch, and completely became a person who was isolated from the world.

Soon, I discovered the incredible thing behind this investigation report: five years ago, he went to the Taklamakan Desert alone, traveled more than 300 kilometers along the Lop Nur Ancient Road and the dry Peacock River bed, and was trapped in the sand sea for three days, only to be discovered by patrolling soldiers and rescued. A month later, he again went deep into the heart of the desert and marched on foot for five days, and this time, his actions attracted the attention of the troops, and a special detachment was arranged to follow him, and when he was exhausted, he was again brought back.

According to the description of the soldiers of the squad at that time, Ding Jian was almost only painting and being in a daze in the desert, and it didn't seem like he had any other intentions at all, and his route was far from the military restricted area at the southern end of Lop Nur, so it did not pose any threat. The troops also asked Ding Jian why he insisted on entering the hinterland of the desert, and Ding Jian simply replied, "Creation." But the soldiers found that there was always something unfamiliar in Ding Jian's sketches in the desert, eerie clouds, vague buildings, and non-existent figures, perhaps the artist's imagination, and of course a mirage.

The problem is that after this record, I saw a name that was somewhat impressive: platoon commander Zhao Liansheng. This reminds me of Lu Binglin's trip to the Devil's City that he talked about on the scientific research ship, and it was this platoon leader Zhao who entered the Devil's City with him. Is this a coincidence? Could there be such a coincidence? Could it be that there is some kind of connection between Ding Jian and Lu Binglin in the dark? Or is this incident a well-designed game from the beginning?

I didn't bother to think about the connections and kept looking down. The last part of the file is still the hypnotic experiment on Ding Jian in the hospital. It's just that the records are incoherent, and many pages seem to have been pulled out. What has been preserved seems to have been read countless times, and the corners have turned yellow and black. There are also records and annotations left by many people on the page.

Ding Jian, who is in a hypnotic state, is no longer what happened to him on the East Star in this part, and a lot of the content seems to be his description in real life. There are a lot of details of life, and there are also a lot of things to see and hear, which is very rich. At first glance, I am a bit of a monk who is a little confused, these are almost homely and short, how can the content of the gossip in the market attract the attention of the hospital? But looking at the comments from the doctor or the Cao team bureau, I suddenly realized the problem.

Ding Jian's memories include the collapse of some well-known companies, the financial recession that swept the world, the demolition of cities, the rampant fraud, the release of second children, and the rampant medical troubles. Of course, there is also the rapid development of science and the profound changes that technology has made to life. But none of this has ever happened, and it's hard to imagine how they appeared in Ding Jian's brain, and even if they are unspoken, they require extensive knowledge and rich imagination.

After that, the hypnotist seemed to have deliberately made some guidance, wanting Ding Jian to recall some content that spanned a little closer. It seems to be also testing the accuracy of Ding Jian's narration. Most of the annotations on the archival materials are investigations and judgments on relevant contents. Obviously, what Ding Jian said corresponds to most of the surveys one-to-one, which is very consistent.

"Does the bureau think Ding Jian is a prophet?" I couldn't help but ask. And I also somewhat understand why Team Cao is burdened with such a task.

"Facts speak louder than words, before that trip to the South China Sea, I didn't believe it, the moment our small boat was about to hit the wall of waves under the whirlpool, I believed it, I was convinced, and it was at that time that a voice in my head seemed to shout to me, hit it, and follow the wall of waves to climb up. In the past, I always felt that some things were predestined, but now I feel that they are involuntarily. ”

"Chang, you're right, but Ding Jian may not be just a prophet, at least to this day, we can't predict what Ding Jian will bring us. You should have noticed that there are still a lot of Ding Jian's hypnotic records missing from the file, right? Those are the things that I can't even look at my level, I counted them, and only the marked ones are missing a full twenty-three pages, God knows what Ding Jian said?"

"Lao Chang, you know more about history than I do, and you must know that the prophets probably have no good end, and even those who believe in these prophecies will eventually suffer from the same disease. So put away your curiosity and check it out, it's not good for you, and it's not good for Ding Jian. ”

After Team Cao finished speaking in one breath, as if he had put down a huge burden in his heart, leaning on the wooden pillar of the pavilion, he continued to look up at the sky, when there were flowing clouds passing by, and the colorful light and shadow made his expression more complicated.

"Lao Cao, what do you think of Lu Binglin? Is he the same as Ding Jian, because the Dongxing or the Devil City have the ability to predict? And judging from the archives, Lu Binglin and Ding Jian probably knew each other before. And Wei Zhihua, do you think he is really still on the East Star?" I put away the file in my hand and carefully put it back in my pocket, although I already had a hazy answer in my heart, but I would be more willing to listen to Team Cao's thoughts.

"Chang, I remember that the kid Huansheng said in the past that many famous scientists have gradually believed in theology when they are older, but they have gone further and further away from science. In the past, I thought it was because there would be a bottleneck in the research of those scientists to a certain extent, after all, even advanced ideas would be constrained by the level of technology, but now I think that it may not be, maybe science and theology are just two different perspectives on the same thing. After we arrived in Sanya, I had a chat with Lu Binglin and asked him about what happened after entering the bilge of the East Star, and he couldn't remember anything. With my criminal investigation experience, he is by no means lying, he really can't remember, but I believe that Lu Binglin, like Ding Jian, will slowly discover some coincidences, and then he will remember something. Team Cao said a few words unhurriedly, and suddenly seemed to remember something, stood up, walked to my side and sat down, and magically took out a file bag and handed it to me.

"As for Wei Zhihua, I have always felt that he knows a lot about the whole thing and has studied it more deeply, including the Dongxing, Mirage, Lu Binglin, and Ding Jian, but we can never guess what he thinks in his heart. But I believe that when people are obsessed with solving their mental problems, they must be filled with irrational adventurous spirit. Especially when this person's research has reached the end of the mountain, if he has the opportunity, he must also want to become a person with the same ability as Ding Jian, and change something in this way. As Team Cao was talking, Huansheng was carrying a few lunch boxes, and Xiao Lei walked back with two bottles of wine talking and laughing.

Team Cao shook his head, laughed twice, lit a cigarette, and paced back to the corner of the pavilion.

I couldn't wait to open the file bag, which seemed to be a stack of observation records, a large number of data tables, I couldn't see the reason for a while, only saw the words "Canglong" on the corner of my eyebrows, and I knew in my heart that it was the scientific research submarine that went to the mirage with us.

At that time, everything was shocking, where could I care about thinking about the Canglong. It's just that later I heard that the Canglong also returned safely, and the Cao team has been thinking about it, I don't know what kind of discoveries there are here?

(Wood and wood are rubbing, gold and fire are flowing, yin and yang are wrong, then the heaven and earth are terrified, so there is thunder and thunder, and there is fire in the water, and it is the burning of the big locust.) There is a great deal of anxiety and there is no escape. The mantis can not be done, the heart is between heaven and earth, comforting Shen Tun, the interests and disadvantages are compatible, there are many fires, everyone burns and the moon is not overwhelmed by the fire, so there is a lot of nonsense. --Zhuangzi)