Without commanding anyone, I walked over to the monitor alone, picked up the mouse, set the video playback point an hour ago, and started playing.

An hour ago, before the Northern Lights appeared, I, the Electric Falcon, and the bodyguards were standing on the ancient stage, looking around.

Soon, the Northern Lights appeared.

It's worth reminding you that the camera captures the Northern Lights very completely, without missing any details.

Because of this, the monitors are paralyzed and feel that everything will be fine by watching the screen.

When the Falcon and the others evacuated, I was the only one left on the screen.

At first, I was just meditating alone, but then I suddenly looked up and stretched out my right hand forward. After a few more minutes, he suddenly got up and walked briskly to the right.

When I was going through those thrilling events, the monitors in the room only saw my own strange movements, and nothing else. It is conceivable that when there were countless illusions on the ancient stage, the screen was empty, and nothing could be filmed.

"Anything else to say?" Someone laughed behind me.

"yes, yes." I nodded, "Since I didn't find out, let's go back." ”

Actually, I didn't get angry in my heart, but I suddenly lost interest in working for the electric falcon. Perhaps it was the ascetic figure in his cape that dealt a fatal blow to me, which made me very unhappy and extremely depressed.

After a long silence, the Falcon finally came up to me.

"Discovery?" He asked.

I shook my head tiredly: "No, forget it, go back, it's pointless to stay here any longer." ”

"Long Fei, what's wrong with you?" He asked.

I smiled bitterly: "I'm tired, I can't hold it anymore." ”

He didn't give up, but gently patted the satellite phone in his hand: "Jian Pengfei's convoy has arrived at the bottom of the mountain, and my people are carrying him up on a stretcher." I think you might be able to go next door and rest for a while, it will take about an hour, and when he arrives, we will go up together and make a last stand. What do you think? ”

If it was before the hallucination, the news might have turned me on, but for now, I just want to lie down and sleep and make sure I don't fall down from exhaustion.

Under the arrangement of the electric falcon, I followed a bodyguard to the next door.

"This is the General's exclusive room." The bodyguard said sourly.

"Alright, please close the door for me." That's the last thing I said, and I fell asleep on the bed, face down.

Actually, I didn't fall into a deep sleep, but I was always half-asleep and half-awake.

When my body was relaxed, my mind became more flexible.

First of all, I had to be sure that I had seen the illusion of the bouncing lute, that the music, the players, the lute, the dancers who played the lute had all appeared in my eyes and mind, and that the "me" of the ascetic figure was real, not something I imagined at random.

There is a fundamental difference between the two, the former is scientific imagination, and the latter is a fabrication.

Secondly, I am convinced that there is a certain spirituality in the ancient stage, one of the secret channels of communication between nature and humanity on the surface of the earth, very precious and must be protected and not blown up.

Third, I have to think clearly about the consequences before telling the Falcon about this process, and I have to scientifically assess whether he will fall into the devil, what impact he will have on the northern powers, and what impact will the mutiny of the northern powers have on the world...... This is a political issue, and it is a tipping point that has shocked the world. I have to take full responsibility for the detonation.

Fourth, this secret is not unique to the great powers of the North, but is shared by the whole world. I told the electric falcon that there would be a big difference between telling the special managers of the motherland, and as a patriot, of course I would choose the latter.

When there is a conflict of interest, everyone will become a loser, and I am no exception.

When the dancer who bounced the pipa came back to my mind, unconsciously, I imagined her as Gu Tingcheng, and at the same time, I also had this consideration - "The people of the electric falcon purged Dunhuang and eliminated most of the people in the know, making it more and more difficult to search for Gu Tingcheng, if I could tell the world and let all the people who are fascinated by the bouncing pipa dance help, would it increase the chance of finding her?" ”

Suddenly, another thought popped into my head: "The Gu family is a tycoon in the antique industry, and they must have a deeper understanding of the Mogao Grottoes." Could it be that Gu Qingcheng's disappearance was just an accident? Could it be voluntarily? In order to break into the depths of history to trace the roots and find the right way to solve the problem? ”

More and more thoughts came through my head, like soap bubbles in a washing machine, layer upon layer, pile upon pile, full of colors, one after another.

"Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk", I heard a slight knock on the door.

"Who?" I rolled over.

"It's me, can I come in?" The sound of an electric falcon was heard outside the door.

I said yes and slowly rolled over and sat up.

The electric falcon pushed the door open, holding a roll of printer paper in his hand.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

The electric falcon shook the scroll of paper, his face was slightly red, and he was very emotional: "I saw you...... You're on paper, and what you just saw, it's all on paper—"

He unfolded the roll, revealing a complete photograph of a satellite transmission.

Obviously, the location photographed by the communication satellite is the ancient stage.

In the fifth image, I am standing in front of a large cliff, and not far to my right is a tall, thin man with a mantle.

I was taken aback because the satellite had captured my hallucinations, and the dervish was clearly a figure in the hallucination, and should not have appeared in the photo.

"Who is he? Is it your companion? Electric Hayabusa asked.

"Any other photos?" I asked rhetorically.

The Falcon nodded: "There are still some more, which are being transmitted." The angle of entry of the inclined plane of the near-Earth satellite is too large, and the frequency of the Earth's rotation is too far away, so these can only be photographed for the time being. When it is recycled, it will definitely change a lot and shoot more valuable things. ”

I immediately pointed out his fallacy: "All the satellites -- all your near-Earth satellites and even all the global satellites that have flown over this area -- can inadvertently photograph everything that has just happened...... Not just what's happening today, it's everything that's happened here in the past few years. Your people have made a lot of mistakes, and only satellite data makes up for everything......"

My mind became more and more active, jumping from one point to another.

The key issue now is that as long as the near-earth satellites of the northern powers can photograph the so-called "illusions," hundreds of satellites of other countries can photograph them, this will provide us with innumerable research data and solve all doubts.

Most importantly, I wanted to find the source of the illusion.

If you find the source, you can become the controller and conductor of the illusion, not just the participant.

The electric falcon was a little slower to react, not realizing how important what I was saying.

"What did you see on the ancient stage?" He asked.

I jumped up and pushed him out: "Never mind what I see, just get all the satellite data together." Hurry up and get the information. ”

"Hey, Jian Pengfei has arrived, do you want to see him? His condition is very bad, but I am afraid that he will not be able to support it for long...... Hey, don't push me, I'm going to find information, don't let others see our tugging ......" the falcon roared under his breath.

"Arrange the best room for Jian Pengfei, what about oxygen? Give him oxygen, and he will definitely live. "I screamed.

Actually, the room where I slept was the best room, so soon someone came in with a stretcher cart and placed it in the center of the room.

The man lying on the stretcher was very thin, wearing an oxygen mask on his face, and his hair was gray and thin.

Jian Rong followed the stretcher cart in, waited for the others to exit, and then turned around and closed the door.

"My grandfather's condition is very bad, although Guantanamo did not torture him, but he made many difficulties in his life, causing him to commit all his old problems." Jian Rong explained.

"Let's go...... Go, go there, go there......" Jian Pengfei struggled for a moment, panting and whispering, "Time waits for no one, go there...... The leylines are there...... The temple of the Tatar people is there, go quickly, ...... quickly"

Jian Rong shook his head and sighed: "Coming up from the bottom of the mountain, along the way, my grandfather has repeated the 'Temple of the Immortals' hundreds of times, but I have checked the map, and there is no such temple in the Caucasus Mountain area at all, not even any temple." ”

I approached the stretcher and looked down at Jian Pengfei.

The wrinkles on his face were deep and loose, like a nuclear sculpture that had been repeatedly polished, and each line was a whip mark left by the years.

"Where is the temple of the Devils?" I asked.

"The end of the stream...... At the end of the water, that's the source of everything. When you get there, you can see the leylines, so go and ...... Hurry up and ......," Jian Pengfei said.

I was slightly stunned, I obviously heard this passage clearly, but I didn't understand it at all.

There are no streams on the ancient stage, only ice and snow, not to mention the end of the water.

"Senior, I saw an illusion, and there is a rebounding pipa dance in the illusion that is exactly the same as the Mogao Grottoes, how can you explain this?" I asked again.

"There are hieroglyphs in the temple of the Tatans, and that is...... Explain, you just have to look at the frescoes and ...... in the temple and words, to know the truth of the world. Return to Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes and find Dunhuang Tianji, just ...... The button for world peace is in your hands. There is no shortage of peace buttons in this world, and there is a lack of people who press it......" Jian Pengfei suddenly shouted, his body struggled, he threw off his oxygen mask, sat up and sat up, staring at me deadly.

I immediately guessed that he was a harbinger of a return to light, and he didn't last long.

"In every era, there are always some big people who come out of nowhere and can manipulate the development of the times. I'm not a big man, but I'm fortunate to follow some big people and achieve half a lifetime of prestige, so that I can 'stand at thirty'. At the age of forty, I figured out the biggest question of my life overnight – 'Who am I?' Where am I from? Where am I going'. If you figure it out, you can let go of everything, you won't be shocked by the humiliation, the wealth will be floating in the clouds, the house will be full of gold and jade, and the gold will be scattered. What I want to do is to 'seek for the world', go to the Mogao Grottoes, manipulate the organs, and let the world return to a peaceful and prosperous world." Unfortunately, I didn't do it, so the island in the sea became a child who can never go home. Now, young man, listen to me, go to the Mogao Grottoes, start from the most improbable places, and do more important things......" He kept saying all the time, and I nodded again and again, proving that I had understood, and would not intervene to delay the last precious time of his life.

"Deer chirping, deer chirping, deer chirping......" He said three times in a row, his body went limp, and he hung his head forever.