"There must be some special reason why the photo of that mural is missing." Jian Pengfei realized the problem.

He used all his connections to restore the man's upbringing, and once again found the problem. It turned out that in the last five years of his life, this person had been tracking down the affairs of Dunhuang Tianji, and led a large number of archaeologists and tomb robbers to enter the Mogao Grottoes and Tibetan border areas of Dunhuang more than a dozen times.

Jian Pengfei persevered, followed the route of this person into Tibet, re-walked three times, and the last time crossed the Sino-Nepalese border and arrived in Kathmandu, Nepal. In addition, Jian Pengfei contacted the holders of each Dunhuang treasure through friends in Japan, Britain, Germany and other places, and collected a large amount of evidence.

Later, from an occasional source, Jian Pengfei learned about the temple and rushed over immediately. It was in the temple that he realized the correlation between the temple and the murals of the Mogao Grottoes, and as long as he uncovered the secrets of the temple, he could gain insight into the truth of the Mogao Grottoes.

Jian Pengfei's biggest enemy is his age, after the age of ninety, his brain is still flexible, but his body can't keep up. After the age of 100, many of his old subordinates and contacts have passed away one after another, and he has to hand over a lot of work to Jian Rong's parents.

It's a pity that Jian Rong's parents don't have much talent, they are just ordinary people, and they don't have lofty ideals, and their biggest wish is to be a peaceful and obedient citizen, not to do much, not to cause trouble, to be rich is to be safe, and not to seek meritorious service.

Jian Pengfei once thought that the pursuit of life was over, but the amazing talent that Jian Rong showed after the age of eighteen made him full of hope again.

The task he gave Jian Rong was - "Break the temple of the Spirit, find the man, and bring him back to the Mogao Grottoes." That person drifted and migrated from the Beihai Ghost Country, and had a different view of human society, and he could understand the secrets of the murals of the Mogao Grottoes at a glance. ”

Jian Rong has also been working hard in this direction until now.

In Jian Rong's narrative, Jian Pengfei has transcended national boundaries and national missions, and has also ignored his personal identity, only living for the secret of "Dunhuang Heavenly Machine".

This is a "superman", not only has insight into heavenly opportunities, but also dares to take risks, and is a rare "genius adventurer" among Chinese.

Everyone's recourse has its purpose, the villain is for profit, and the gentleman seeks fame. Like Jian Pengfei, the goal he pursues is far higher than that of ordinary people, and it is already a realm that ordinary people cannot understand.

"Eternal life, true eternal life." Summing up Jian Pengfei's life, Jian Rong said, "What my grandfather pursued was not the glory and wealth of a generation and immortality, but the eternal life of generations and the blood of the Jian family forever." ”

I saw in her eyes something shining, completely beyond the materialistic desires of human beings, into the void, into the remote.

"That kind of eternal life, no one can achieve. Throughout the 5,000-year history of China, even dynasties like the Tang, Song, Ming and Qing dynasties are only a few hundred years old. What's more, some dynasties ended after only a few lifetimes. Like Qin Shi Huang, a hero who opened up an era is only the second to die...... "Every time I look back on history, I have a feeling of being separated from the world."

Since the unification of the Six Kingdoms by Great Qin, it has a history of more than 2,000 years, which is not far away. The enlightenment brought to us by the first emperor's reign is the proverb that "life is short".

"History says that the second died and died, is that really the case? The first emperor sent a boat into the sea, east to Yingzhou, abbot, Penglai three immortal islands, now known to the world, only Penglai, the other Yingzhou, abbot is missing. Only by unraveling those insoluble mysteries can we judge the rights and wrongs of history. Jian Rong said.

"It's just the two of us at the moment, and if you say anything, God knows, you know me, why don't you just express your heart and tell the mystery?" I asked.

Although the snowy night is long, it would be a waste of time for us to take the toothpaste type of question and answer.

Tomorrow, Jian Rong and I will be born and die together, fighting for our lives. If you don't tell those secrets now, maybe you won't have a chance again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jian Rong was a little embarrassed, "Regarding the historical origin and life pursuit of the Jian family, I also have a lot of things that I don't understand, and what I know are intermittent fragments. I only know that the history of the Jian clan can be traced back to the establishment of the Dongyi Kingdom, when the ancestors witnessed the mysterious changes between heaven and earth, and were well versed in the way of the five elements. In Jane's ancestral teachings, human history is all false, and those who really control the operation of the world are the big people who cannot be seen by human eyes. For example, in my grandfather's generation, the smoke of World War II burned all over Eurasia, but some parts of the world were completely out of the way, like saints playing a game and placing a brazier under their feet to keep warm. No matter how big the fire is, it will never burn outside the brazier—"

Suddenly, I felt like I had an idea.

When I was studying history, I sketched the spheres of influence of the Axis and Allied powers during World War II on a globe countless times. As Jian Rong said, the battle is always fought within a certain area - to the north, but the capital of the northern power; to the east, not to the coast of North and South America; to the west, ending at the English Channel; To the south, the boundary is the intersection of Africa and Europe.

Nominally, this kind of melee is called a "world war", but it is only a war on some continents, and the Axis powers have only plundered the territory of Europe and Asia, and there is no plan to penetrate deep into the Americas and Africa.

If there really was a "brazier" of a saint, it contained Europe and Asia, and the other continents were all outside the brazier.

"What a vivid analogy." I nodded in agreement.

"It is true that in the prophecies of the Jane family, World War II is also known as the 'Battle of the Brazier'. The only difference is that this is not a saint's brazier, but a rogue country's. It can even be said that it was the Wandering Ghost Country that initiated and led this battle of human aggression against each other and self-destruction, and its purpose was - you must know that the purpose of the war was to wipe out the population and redistribute the earth's resources. This is not an analysis and refinement by historians and humanists, but a part of the plan of the Wandering Ghost Country. Jian Rong said.

The history of the Ghost Country is publicly available on Google, so I don't want to go into it here. Of course, from Jian Rong's point of view, all the information that has been made public is not credible, and behind the "disclosure", there is another "hidden truth".

"The rumors in the Wandering Ghost Country are really like 'Brotherhood' - Miss Jane, the rumors are just rumors, and it seems to make sense from any angle. I know a little bit about the history of World War II, and there are too many key points that are illogical and counterintuitive to list them all. I admire the perseverance of the Jane family, and to this day, the Jane family still does not forget the ancestral teachings, which is rare among Chinese families. I say from the bottom of my heart.

The fire in the fireplace dimmed, and I left my seat to add wood to the fireplace.

I am a person who is accustomed to calling home from all over the world, whether I am on Hong Kong Island, Tai O or Dunhuang, even on the first night of changing accommodations, I can sleep peacefully and will not suffer from "choosing a bed and choosing a room".

In the same way, in this remote town in the northern Caucasus mountains, I can sleep peacefully and not bury any hidden danger for tomorrow's battle.

Just like now, when I pick up a piece of wood and put it in the fire, my right hand is very stable and my mind is very relaxed.

Only true relaxation can meet any unexpected situation without panic, without panic, without being at a loss, and without being busy.

Generally speaking, such a snowy night, such a remote place, there are no accidents at night. However, the sixth sense told me that Miyankov, who had lost the five SWAT officers, would immediately become a frightened horse, and could overreact in any way, and search the mountains around the Cheka town.

This is bad news, and it will leave Jian Rong and I with no place to hide. This is good news again, when all of Miyankov's men are scattered, the defenses around the Cheka Town and the Temple of the Intarsus will quickly weaken, which will be more conducive to our infiltration.

For Miyankov, I have neither good nor bad feelings.

In the event of a crash, Miyankov may well naturally ascend to the throne and become the leader of the northern powers. The evaluation given to him by the outside world is "conservative and low-key", which is the opposite of the previous "high-profile and agitated" of the electric falcon.

After the end of the matter of the temple, maybe everyone will not have any intersection, and they will pass by mistake.

"Long Fei, someone is here." Jian Rong suddenly left his seat and turned off the wall lamp in the room.

As soon as the flames in the fireplace began to rise, I immediately picked up the kettle and poured a full pot of water into the fireplace, and the fire was immediately extinguished.

In the distance, two off-road vehicles roared in, shattering the silence of the town.

"This kind of day, if you just escape all the way, you will definitely freeze to death." Jian Rong said in my ear.

I understand her subtext, only by countering violence with violence, killing and killing, and killing the enemy who tracks you can have a chance of survival.

On snowy nights in the north, the temperature does not rise above 15 degrees Celsius, and if you leave a heated room with a fireplace, you will freeze and die.

Of course, I understand this, and the same is true on the Dunhuang Gobi.

The temperature difference between day and night in the Gobi is as high as 30 degrees, and inexperienced hikers and campers in the past often have to go into the city to stay at night due to unbearable temperatures.

I have visited the Mogao Grottoes several times at night, and I am all too familiar with this extreme weather with high temperatures during the day and low temperatures at night.

"Gu Tingcheng disappeared in Cave 112, what kind of weather will he encounter?" The thought popped out of my head and sent a shudder down my shoulders.

"What's wrong?" Jian Rong asked with concern.

"You're right." I hid my thoughts, "There is no way back, I can only carry it." ”

Two Chinese appeared in the town like two white balls in a black ball basket, and the tracking clues could not be more obvious.

The buggy stopped in front of the inn, and only three minutes later, the sound of footsteps sounded chaotically on the stairs.

"You, me, who is the bait?" I asked.

"I'll do it." Jian Rong immediately nodded, "Their target is me." ”

Without the slightest hesitation, I dodged to the back window, opened it, and jumped down into the half-man-high snowdrift.

The window shut, and the door to the room slammed open.

I didn't care what was going on, and calmly turned out of the inn, hiding in the corner, and peeking out.

Two off-road jeeps were parked diagonally in front of the inn, the front facing inwards and the rear facing the road that crossed the town.

The lantern at the entrance of the inn was dim, which was just right for me to move.

I crept closer to the car and realized that there was no one in it.

Soon, I opened the fuel tank caps of both cars, took out two plastic fuel pipes from the toolbox on the side of the car, inserted one end into the tank, and gently sucked the other end to direct the gasoline out.

I knew that after about fifteen minutes, the tank would be drained and the gasoline on the ground would flow down the slope to thirty meters away.

In that way, just strike a match to ignite this gasoline belt and send the car and its occupants to the western sky.

Of course, that's not the smartest thing to do, because the big explosion in the dark of night is so conspicuous that it will attract the attention of the other teams. The best way to do this is to silently cover up and kill everyone.

Only the dead can keep secrets, and in order to live safely, maybe I have to do it.

"Where's that man? Where's the man? "There was a man yelling upstairs.

I could hear it being the innkeeper's voice. When I checked in before, I found that his eyes were a little dishonest, and he always glanced at Jian Rong.

"Don't cooperate, strip naked and throw it on the street, wait for the man to come back and save her, hahahaha, hahahaha......" The innkeeper laughed wildly.

Most of the time, I just want to be kind to others, and I don't want to be enemies.

The Chinese have always paid attention to "following the customs of the country and not oppressing the master", especially in the northern country, a country where fierce nations are rampant.

It is a pity that the innkeeper was blind, and took my kindness for cowardice, and the two down-and-out tigers for sheep.

"Where is Long Fei? Don't deny it, the innkeeper can testify. We are not enemies, Long Fei is the honored guest of our country, as long as he can reasonably explain why he killed people, everything is not a problem. Another man asked.

When I looked up, the ceiling light in the room was turned on, and there were quite a few figures reflected in the windows, roughly estimated, it should be nine people.

Each car can seat up to five people, but I just touched the seats, and judging by the temperature of the seat cushions, there are four people in each car, and there are eight people in the two cars. If you add the innkeeper, it's exactly nine.

When I jumped down from the building, I left footprints behind the building, and those people must have found it and followed me.

Obviously, they would naturally split into two teams, one chasing and one staying upstairs, which gave me a great chance to break down.