"We just wanted to take that woman, but I just found out that you are the real enemy. I'll give you a choice, die on the spot now or come with us honestly, how about one of the two? The middle-aged man smiled hideously, like a hungry jackal.

"Is there a third option?" I replied lightly.

I wanted to use the delay to convey another hint to Sang Wanyu, and at this moment there was movement in the car, and she had climbed up to the windshield and looked out warily.

"No, go or die." The middle-aged man is unforgiving.

"Everyone has no grievances in the long term, and there is no enmity in the near future, why force us to go to a dead end?" I asked.

The middle-aged man didn't see that I was acting, and replied with a cruel smile: "The Xinyue Sect and the Yellow Flower Society will always be mortal enemies, since you are on that side, what else can you say?" Don't delay time, no one will come to your rescue! Takagi, Takagi, get another car-"

The injured man looked around and staggered towards my freshly washed car.

"Okay, let's go with you." I said it out loud.

The mulberry fish in the car must be able to hear this sentence, and I must also be able to understand my confidence that "if you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger".

"Here's the key—" I called out to the wounded enemy.

"Takagi, come and get the key!" Middle-aged people are also called.

Takagi walked back, and there was a blood mark on his foot, and it became very difficult to even walk.

"You drive, but don't play tricks." The middle-aged man waved his gun and motioned for me to drive.

I didn't refuse, threw away the gun, drove the car over, and dragged the two people who fell to the ground into the car.

The injury was not light, but it was still able to persevere. Under extraordinary circumstances, everyone must grit their teeth and persevere in order to win in defeat.

I lifted her out of the station wagon, feeling like she was adjusting her breath and silently suppressing the wound.

"Bear with it a little longer, and you will see the light." I whispered.

"Don't worry, you can't die." Sang Wanyu replied.

After getting into the car, the middle-aged man took out his mobile phone, turned on the navigation, and instructed me to drive all the way south until I crossed the South Ring Road.

At the end of that road is the Crescent Spring, one of Dunhuang's oldest and most famous tourist attractions.

"Could it be that the ninja's lair is there?" I'm a little confused.

You must know that the crescent moon spring is one of the key protection units in Dunhuang, and the police monitor it closely, so I am afraid that there will be a public security situation, which will disturb foreign tourists and discredit Dunhuang tourism.

If ninjas gather there, they will be caught in a net.

"Stop." As soon as the car drove through a three-way intersection, the middle-aged man pressed my shoulder and ordered me to stop.

I obediently pulled over, swept my mirror, and a gray station wagon came from the right side of the road.

The car didn't have its lights on, and when it came over, it slowly stopped behind my car.

"Get out of the car and get to that car." The middle-aged man commanded.

From beginning to end, his gun was pointed at my temple, and the man named Takagi also pointed his gun at Sang Wanyu, extremely cautious, not giving us a chance to fight back.

In the station wagon, two people sat in front of the car, both with guns in their hands, staring coldly at everyone who got on the car.

"I'm Moritai." After the middle-aged man got into the car, he greeted the two gunmen.

The two gunmen were like clay wood carvings, and they did not react to the words of the middle-aged man.

"Where's Mr. Kusanagi? I'm going to talk to him on the phone. "The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed.

"Sit down." The gunman, who was sitting in the passenger seat, coldly swung his gun.

"I'm- I'm going to talk to Mr. Kusanagi on the phone, and I've already brought the people he wants, and it's my credit......" the middle-aged man growled.

With a "click", the gunman flicked the safety bolt on the short gun, and the muzzle of the gun moved slightly, pointing at the middle-aged man's face.

The middle-aged man was stunned, rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth fiercely, and then pointed to the injured man: "Takagi, sit down, sit down, wait until you see Mr. Kusanagi and then theorize!" Rest assured, Mr. Kusanagi is the most sensible, and it is indispensable to make a note of you in the credit book! ”

As soon as I got in the car, I sat down silently and calmly observed the situation in the car.

The middle-aged Morita well caught me and Sang Wanyu, thinking that he had won the first credit, and he couldn't hold back his joy, so he couldn't wait to ask his boss for credit. Otherwise, he would not have made a gaffe to call out his boss's name.

I've heard of the Japanese surname Kusanagi, a Kyoto clan in the shogunate period and even earlier, whose ancestors can be traced all the way back to the Tang Dynasty.

Before the Sino-Japanese First Sino-Japanese Naval War, the relationship between China and Japan had always been very delicate, and for example, the Chinese government at that time did its best to support Japan, a small country like Yidi, not only in terms of material, productive forces, and production tools, but also in terms of culture and knowledge, it also often mentioned points, and unreservedly imparted the advanced culture of the Central Plains to those "envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty" who had stayed in Chang'an for a long time.

If it were not for the generosity of those years, how could Japan's small country develop in tandem with the large Central Plains?

White clouds and dogs, vicissitudes of life. Today's model of Sino-Japanese relations is definitely not something that the emperors of the Tang Dynasty could see from afar.

All four of us were hooded with black cloth and the car drove slowly.

In my opinion, the car kept heading southwest, and the speed was about 60 kilometers per hour. I tried to eliminate emotional distractions, pressing my right hand on the pulse of my left wrist and counting the time by the number of heartbeats. The car drove for fifteen minutes, entered a deceleration phase, and then slowly stopped.

According to my calculations, the car went fifteen kilometers to the southwest. If you have a high-precision map, you can roughly find the location of the park.

Pushed by the gunners, we got out of the car and stepped on the icy gravel ground.

I heard the howling of the wind, faintly mixed with the chirping of goshawks and the wailing of jackals. Locals in Dunhuang know that after being away from the city, eagles and jackals dominate everything, even in the daytime, they dare to be bold.

"The enemy's lair is on the side of the mountain...... At the foot of the mountain. I cautiously judged, "Caves, bomb shelters, escape shelters, or natural animal dens?" ”

As I moved forward, the gravel road beneath my feet turned into a stone pavement, and then into a concrete pavement.

The sound of the wind, the chirping, and the wailing were all gone, and the buzzing sound of air conditioning was heard in my ears.

Someone shouted: "Please come into Hall 1 to rest." ”

I smiled bitterly in my heart: "We are prisoners, what kind of VIP are we?" ”

The gunman then wheeled us into a room scented of jasmine. I heard the sound of running water, and I could tell if it was the movement of the man-made water feature in the room.

I, Sang Wanyu, the middle-aged man, and Takagi were silent, and were at the mercy of the gunmen.

Sang Wanyu's breathing became heavy, and after the injury, after a long time of jolting, her body was too worn out, and I am afraid that she would not be able to support it for too long.

"My friend is injured and needs to be bandaged." I looked up, through the hood, at the gunman's position.

"Wait, wait." The gunman scolded.

Someone suddenly laughed and said, "Huh? How can you make a guest suffer? Take this young lady next door to bandage it right away, go right away! How many times have I said that I am happy to have friends from afar? Treat your friends as warm as spring. Okay, okay, take off the hood quickly, isn't this the way of hospitality? ”

This person's voice is very beautiful, and his tone is really like a spring breeze. Somehow, when I heard those words, my back went cold, as if a king cobra had suddenly fallen in front of me.

The hood was removed, and I closed my eyes for half a minute before slowly opening them.

The person who spoke stood five paces away, with his hands behind his back, looking at me with a smile.

Behind him is a huge mural, about 15 meters from left to right, and about 4 meters from bottom to top, all of which are old paintings in a simple style, and the content of the picture is related to Buddhism, worship, incense, and altars.

The mural is so big, a person standing in front of the painting will naturally look very small. However, this man stood there, like a night pearl in the shadows, small in size, but the light emitted could cover everything.

His face was extremely round, like a ball, and his body was wide and flat, like another ball, as if he could bounce off the ground with a slight tap.

Sang Wanyu sat to my right, the middle-aged man and Takagi sat in order, and across from me stood four expressionless gunners, their hands pressed on the hilts of their guns, like four robots.

"I can hold on, but I don't dare to work." Sang Wanyu said.

There was not a trace of blood on her face, and she was already at the end of her crossbow.

The fat man shook his head with a smile: "Don't worry, I have no malice, I'm just bandaging the wound." ”

Sang Wanyu shook his head: "No need." ”

The fat man waved his hand: "Okay, okay, since the VIP insists on his opinion, then I won't be strong." Don't worry, I only need you to stay for an hour, ask some small questions, and I'll see you off. ”

From the analysis of the concrete floor, cement wall, and cement roof in the room, I think that this is an underground bunker, or a shield-level fortification with the help of a mountain structure.

Of course, the fat man is Japanese, because he has the unique Japanese small eyes, nose rolls, puffer mouth, bent short legs, polite attitude, and polite sign of smiling before opening his mouth. I believe that he must have inherited the characteristics of the Japanese Yamato nation that is sanctimonious, cold-blooded, ruthless, and vicious, and his current smile is just a mask, and he can take off the mask at any time and restore his true nature of being fierce and evil.

"We're going to see Mr. Kusanagi." The middle-aged man suddenly jumped up.

Surprisingly, the fat man actually smiled and nodded: "Okay, come on, take the guests to meet Mr. Kusanagi." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

A gunman approached and dragged the middle-aged man by the arm.

"What about you?" The fat man looked at Takagi.

Takagi was quite smart, and immediately shook his head and waved his hand, drawing a line with the middle-aged man.

Less than ten seconds after the middle-aged man walked out, a gunshot rang out outside the door, and then the gunman walked back and stood where he was again.

Takagi took a deep breath and shrunk his neck with palpitations, wiping the blood and cold sweat from his forehead.

"Okay, since everyone has no objections, let's talk about business, there are three things. The first question, Mr. Long, do you know the history of your ancestors? Do you know the history of Dunhuang murals? Do you understand the true significance of the existence of the Mogao Grottoes? The fat man paced me closer, smiling at me.

I nodded, and the fat man shook his head: "I don't want to listen to the explanations in the book, but to listen to your own unique opinions." ”

There are indeed many explanations of Dunhuang, Mogao Grottoes, and murals in books and media, and all kinds of historical correct interpretations, wild historical distortions, and folklore have included all possibilities, and it is indeed more difficult to find a new explanation.

I agree with the correct historical interpretation that the existence of the Mogao Grottoes is the highest expression of the will of Buddhist believers, and the believers dig caves on the cliffs and leave murals in order to promote the Dharma, trying to make the glory of Buddhism appear again and again through the efforts of generation after generation, and rescue the sinners who are lost in the red world.