"No?" I'll find out for Gapov.

"Who goes and who dies? Who goes? Gapov did not hide it and told him bluntly.

"I'll go." I said lightly.

"You? You go? "Gappov stared at me as if he were staring at a monster, looking up and down for a long time.

"I'm the most suitable person to detonate* or direct bombers to deliver precision strikes around the temple. Rest assured, I don't want any honors and medals from the military. If I die, count myself unlucky; Success, the credit is yours. What do you think? I said.

Unable to believe it, Gapov took a step back, staring me in the eye.

"Don't guess, you can't understand it. Now, go and prepare what I can use - the best individual equipment, dual backup communications equipment, personal carrying limit power*, biodetox, spy poison, portable shooting equipment. That's all for now, by the way, there are forty-eight hours of dry food and drinking water. It's a chore, don't think about it overnight, you have to be prepared for a long battle. "I should have instructed Gapov to prepare, and at the moment of the big event, no matter how humble the negotiation is, it will delay the fighter, so I must show the domineering attitude of "Causeway Bay Dragon Less".

"You...... Tell me, do you have special abilities that can do things that others can't? I can't figure it out, if you go like this, it's definitely a dead end......" Gapov shook his head repeatedly.

"Go and prepare, I'm an ordinary person, this time I'm fighting with my life, and I'm not going to come back alive." I said seriously.

"Impossible, if you are not sure, how can you say it so calmly?" Gapov is still dwelling on this issue.

I opened the door and pushed him out.

Time is pressing, and if you can advance one minute earlier, you may be able to find a way to turn defeat into victory for everyone.

"Mr. Long, you have to tell me the truth, if you have a way to solve it, you can also show us a clear way in the future. Mr. Long......" Gappov shouted, clutching the door frame with all his might, never letting go.

I do this, and few people can understand, especially a military man like Gapov.

"The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people" - this is the famous sentence of Mr. Jin, a famous writer on Hong Kong Island. That Mr. Jin was Lei Dongtian's uncle, and I once followed Lei Dongtian to visit Mr. Jin and listen to his teachings with my own ears.

With Mr. King's personal wealth and status, immigrating to the United States would have been an easy task, but he was ashamed to do so. His behavior is exactly the same as that of the protagonist in the work, both of whom are iron-clad patriots.

I have read his works repeatedly, and I have also taken the characters in the book as examples, always putting "for the country and the people" in the first place, and I dare not relax for a moment.

Mr. Jin's works have influenced several generations, created countless classic characters, and become a leader in Hong Kong, Taiwan literature and even Chinese literature around the world, and are deeply loved by middle-aged and young people.

The heroic men in the book can show up for the country and the people, and of course I can too.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Ice came back from the phone call and looked at me and Gappov.

"I went to the Cheka town to solve the problem, and Gappov was obsessed and pestered me to ask questions. Tell him to follow my orders and don't ask anything, otherwise he will be removed from his post on the spot and dealt with by military law. "I told Mrs. Ice.

Gapov could understand these words, but he was so shocked that he kept dwelling on the issue.

"General Gappov, do what Mr. Long says, don't bargain." Lady Ice ordered loudly.

Gapov finally came to his senses, saluted me and Lady Bing, and then stepped back.

"You've decided?" Lady Ice asked.

I nodded lightly: "This matter must be ended, otherwise, after the dark cloud avalanche, it will be the end of the northern power." ”

The word "doomsday" is a bit appalling, but Madame Ice couldn't agree with me: "Yes, if there is a big avalanche, the northern powers will no longer be a world ruled by men, but a wild wilderness ruled by insects." ”

By saying this, she proves that she has seen those taunting bugs from the video call.

"What did Miyankov say?" I asked.

A bleak smile appeared on Lady Ice's face: "His request is simple, transfer this country to him to govern, and make everyone his slave and worship him as the supreme master." Soon, he will be able to conquer the whole world with those worms, like Alexander the Great, sweeping across the globe and turning the earth into a huge slave state, and he is the great, sole master, and the one who makes a soul pact with those gods and demons. ”

"He's crazy, he's alienated, he can't tell if he's a human or a bug. You should tell him that the end of the worms is coming, oh no, he doesn't know if the worms are bugs or not, maybe in his eyes, those bugs are the same kind, and we are all inferior slaves, and we are not qualified to discuss anything with him. I said.

Mrs. Ice nodded: "That's right, that's right. ”

"Did you catch anything?" I asked again.

Everyone's perspective and way of thinking are different, and the two of us will definitely have different feelings when we talk to Miyankov separately.

What I want to do is to synthesize everyone's feelings about Miyankov, dark clouds, and bugs, piece together the whole picture of each other, and then know myself and the enemy, and I will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

"Well, Miyankov has always been with a bug, can we imagine that the bug is the leader and Miyankov's partner? If we compare it with the theory of the host and the hermit crab, can we say that as long as the worm is killed, it is equivalent to cutting off the connection between Miyankov and the worm, and he will be lost? "Madame Ice elaborated as she pondered, and sure enough, she had a valuable point of view that was different from mine.

What she meant was that if I could rush into the clouds, kill the bug, and get Miyankov out of the clouds, he might really come to his senses and see where the bugs were and where the kind were.

"Okay, remember." I nodded.

Lady Bing's voice suddenly became dry: "If you decide to sacrifice your life for the great power of the north, I hope to have dinner with you and see you off with the most precious food under the existing conditions." ”

I readily agreed, without hesitation.

There were also five computer operators in the room, who stood up together at this moment and applauded me desperately.

"Everyone sit, work matters, don't be distracted." I hastened to reassure everyone not to delay observing the enemy situation because of me.

When the applause ended, everyone sat down and continued their work.

The communications satellites of the large northern countries are very well developed, and the pictures taken from the high altitude are quite detailed. Now, I look at the images on the big screen as if I were watching a live broadcast.

"Why can't you see our people?" Lady Ice muttered to herself.

Someone replied: "Madam, everyone is in the house, I contacted them two hours ago, and everyone has entered the house for safety reasons, so as to avoid the poisonous gases outside." However, that was the last contact, and the subsequent signals became unusually weak to form an effective conversation. ”

"The conversation between me and Miyankov was clear and uninterrupted." Mrs. Ice said.

"Dark clouds interfere with ground communications equipment, with the exception of Miyankov and your satellite phone." I say.

"These satellite phones — by the way, the phones used at the highest levels of government are all customized by him, and that's the key." Lady Ice nodded.

During the conversation, I didn't turn my head to look at Mrs. Ice, but kept staring at the big screen.

The clouds are always in motion, constantly conjuring up various patterns, just like the clouds in the sky.

It occurred to me that the clouds were evolving into a painting.

The dark clouds are only available in black, white and gray, which is exactly the same as the ink painting in traditional Chinese painting.

In the dark clouds, I saw rows of pavilions, half in the sky, half in the clouds.

"Look at the big screen and see what the clouds are turning into?" I whispered a reminder to Mrs. Ice.

"It's a painting." Madame Ice was really smart, and at a glance, she understood the cloud map.

"It was deliberately shown to us." I say.

"Is it Miyankov?" Lady Ice asked.

I shook my head slowly, but didn't give a direct negative answer.

Miyankov is just a puppet, a spokesman, an intermediary, a medium, and the one who really controls the black cloud is the big man in nature that human beings can't imagine. When we see Miyankov, we must look directly at the hidden big man, and every word we say, we have to pass on our thoughts to the big man, which is a wise move.

Madame Ice is a spy-turned, focusing too much on "people" to zoom in and out of sight, always thinking that she is confronting Miyankov. In fact, Miyankov is dispensable, and when the Great War breaks out, he will most likely become the first ant to be trampled to death by a giant.

The cloud map changed again, like a huge lens advancing from the sky to the ground, and everything on the ground quickly became clear.

"The stage is a stage...... There are performers on stage...... It's a grand event, it's a grand event......" I quickly analyzed what I saw, but only sketched it out in my head, and did not tell Madame Ice.

The clouds are endlessly varied and can spark the imagination, and everyone's experience is different, even when you see the same cloud, you will think of different things.

I thought of the stage from the clouds, then to the ancient stage, to the illusion that the electric falcon saw, and to the connection between the ancient stage and the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang.

In an instant, it was as if a light illuminated the road in front of me, and I suddenly understood that the world is a whole, a huge, organic, and unified whole, and that countries and national boundaries are only artificially divided, and will not have a substantial impact on this "wholeness" at all.

In ancient times, Asia was no different from the Americas, with wild beasts, rivers and lakes, and humans had to live in caves and survive on tree roots and wild fruits. Before words, humans communicated through simple shouts and gestures, and passed on knowledge to the next generation through knotted knots.

I think that in those days, the evolution of human beings was very slow, and even the two tribes that lived on the yin and yang sides of the earth would maintain similar productivity and survival methods, with very little difference and an equally superficial understanding of the world.

"What happened in Dunhuang happened in the Caucasus and even in the Pyrenees...... There are Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, petroglyphs in South America, and pyramids in Egypt...... There is no difference in the meaning that these ancient ruins want to express, they are all to warn the world of some serious problems, so they will be carefully sketched and passed on secretly...... The bouncing pipa diagram is not unique, in other corners of the world, there must be the same relics left, and the meaning they want to express is exactly the same, they are all ...... It's all ...... "I can't define what I'm thinking of, and I can't make an outline-like conclusion."

"Is that the ancient stage? Denki once told me that the visions he saw on the ancient stage were very real, as if he had seen a dance drama being played. Mr. Long, what does this dark cloud have to do with the ancient stage? How can the same scene be presented? Lady Ice was equally confused, but her mind could not go any further, and only stayed at the stage of "asking".

Chinese medicine pays attention to the four characters of "looking, smelling, asking, and cutting", and we are "looking" at the same time, and when she is limited to "asking", I have entered the fourth step, which can go infinitely deeper and hit the topic.

There is a fundamental difference between the two, which is not only the gap in IQ, but also the gap in the grasp of the unknown fate of mankind.

"Bounce the lute diagram." I replied in a low voice.

These five words are the end of all changes.

I believe that the final transformation of the dark clouds must be this peerless painting that has troubled Chinese painters, historians, metaphysicians, archaeologists, and tomb robbers - "Rebounding Pipa Picture".

It can be said that this painting does not only belong to the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, nor does it belong to China or Asia, nor does it belong to a certain node in history, but has global commonality, and belongs to the collective wisdom, collective property, and collective prophecy of all mankind.

Reading it, like reading the great prophecy of the Centuries, can play a vital role in the future survival of mankind.