Soon, the Mogao Grottoes from 80 years ago appeared in the picture.

Compared with now, the Mogao Grottoes at that time were dilapidated and decadent, like a ruined temple about to collapse.

Judging from the picture, it is hard to believe that this is a national treasure building that contains a great secret.

As soon as the picture turned, the rebound pipa diagram of Cave 112 appeared.

Kusanagi Kan stood in front of the mural, arms raised, screaming and jumping excitedly.

In the black-and-white documentary, I couldn't see the rebounding pipa at that time, but only from the performance of Kusanagi Kan, who had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, as if an experienced tomb robber was standing in front of the door of a top-class ancient tomb.

"What do you get by drilling into the murals?" I muttered to myself.

The murals of the Mogao Grottoes are a national treasure, and any modern person will not have the stupid idea of "drilling into it" when they enter the cave to pay homage.

With Kusanagi's wisdom, if you don't have absolute certainty, you won't come all the way with a drilling rig.

Soon, the rig was assembled, and the drill bit was aligned with the lower right corner of the mural. The good news is that the Japanese started drilling from outside the picture of the mural, so it did not cause damage to the original painting.

I recall the situation in Cave 112, the stone wall is very complete, and there seems to be no borehole in the lower right corner of the bouncing pipa diagram.

The footage of the documentary suddenly shakes, as if the signal has been interfered with, causing the picture to stretch horizontally and turn into a dozen black and white bright strips.

In the early days, the camera worked through "magnetic recording", and as long as there was strong magnetic interference on the scene, the recording medium of the camera would be chaotic and nothing could be recorded.

The chaos lasted twenty-five seconds before returning to normal, with the camera still focused on the mural, but the person standing in front of the mural remained motionless. The rig was also in place, and the bit was still against the bottom right corner of the mural, but the generator was not working, so the bit was just against it, not in the slightest.

For the next four minutes, the image remained the same, as if it had been frozen. However, the timer in the upper right corner of the frame is working, which proves that the camera is recording normally, but the people and machines are stationary.

After four minutes, the camera reached the limit of the shooting time and stopped automatically.

The dome darkened, and my eyes stared at the same picture for a long time, causing an afterimage, as if the still picture had been engraved on the dome and would never disappear.

If this documentary has not been deleted and falsified, it means that a supernatural event occurred in Cave 112 at that time, and some mysterious force attacked this group of Japanese experts and "fixed" them, just like the "immobilization method" of Sun Wukong in "Journey to the West".

"That's the way it happened, all the experts, including Kusanagi, became vegetative, including the photographer who was with the team. The special operators served as guards outside the cave, and after several hours they realized that the situation was not good, and after breaking in, they were helpless against the strange situation at the scene, so they could only leave with these people in embarrassment. After watching this documentary, I am convinced that Dr. Kusanagi Kan has a unique insight into the murals of the Mogao Grottoes, but this kind of result ended in a hasty way, which no one expected. The man continued.

"Please replay it." I say.

"Okay, I hope you find out." The man said.

When the documentary was shown for the second time, I stopped paying attention to the other people in the frame and only focused on Kusanagi.

After the war, he anxiously checked the instruments in the wooden box, and once held the drill bit in his left hand and the drill pipe in his right hand, and waved it happily. It is roughly estimated that the length of the drill bit and drill pipe combination is about one meter, and the up and down error is not more than ten centimeters.

In Cave 112 of the Mogao Grottoes, when the drill bit was against the lower right corner of the mural, I estimated for the second time the length from the tip of the drill to the tail of the drill pipe, which was about one meter.

During World War II, every machine tool was designed according to the principle of "making the best use of it", leaving not much room to spare. In other words, the effective stroke of the rig is designed to be one meter, and Kusanagi's plan is to drill a one-meter-deep hole in the rock wall. Then, he must have thought that the secret of the Mogao Grottoes was hidden one meter behind the mural.

Although this kind of speculation is not scientific, I believe in my sixth sense, and I believe that the road of the world is the same way, and in a certain secret matter, the thinking path of all wise people will point to the same point.

Then, modern drilling technology is so developed, not to mention drilling a one-meter-deep hole in the stone wall, even if it is not difficult to dig a one-meter-deep hole in Cave 112, at least the "shield-level roadheader" in the subway construction system can be easily completed.

"If you're sure there's a secret under a meter, what are you waiting for?" There was a huge impulse in my heart.

This impulse should be no less than the inner ecstasy of Kusanagi Kan when he stands in front of the rebounding pipa figure in the documentary.

Of course, at the end of the documentary, when everyone in front of the camera is still, it also makes me shudder. From ancient times to the present, human wisdom has been like the stars of the Milky Way. Even if one percent of the tens of millions of people thought of a way to uncover the secrets of the Mogao Grottoes, there would already be more than hundreds of plans.

In the end, all the wise men died, but the Mogao Grottoes survived, which is the cruel status quo.

It was only after humans invented the camera that they recorded what happened to Kusanagi Kan and his party. Before the advent of video cameras and cameras, if the same strange thing happened, no one recorded it at all. There is no picture and no truth, if there is only a written record, the strange thing will become nonsense, and it will be annihilated by the more bizarre and absurd strange power and chaos.

After the documentary was shown for the second time, my mood changed from fanatical to calm again.

No matter how important it is to uncover a secret, it should not come at the cost of losing one's life, which is incredibly stupid.

"Islanders are smarter than landers, aren't they?" The man sighed under his breath.

This sentence is so absolute that the word "clever" should be changed to "treacherous".

The premise of the Japanese coveting the treasures of the Mogao Grottoes was that their shameless ancestors had already smuggled and deceived the Wang Taoist priest who discovered the treasure caves of the Mogao Grottoes, and abducted a large number of scriptures.

Without scriptures, how could the descendants of fishermen in the distant island country know about the existence of the Mogao Grottoes?

"Now, it's a well-known secret that there is a secret behind the Mogao Grottoes, right?" I say.

The man asked leisurely in the dark: "There are secrets and revealing secrets are two different things, everyone in the world knows that there are secrets, and everyone in the world knows that they can't reveal secrets, is there any difference between this and no secrets?" ”

His words are tantamount to saying that no one can uncover the secrets of the Mogao Grottoes, and since ancient times, there are no exceptions.

"If you know so much and are so sure, why get involved and do such meaningless things?" I asked rhetorically.

The man laughed: "Yes, I also asked myself, why do I know that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer to go to the tiger mountains?" The answer is very simple, according to the laws of history, every 100 years, there are always real heroes in human society who are born out of thin air to solve those chronic diseases that have plagued the rivers and lakes for a hundred years. I'm not a big hero, but I can follow in the footsteps of a big hero and see how he swept through Liuhe and shook the Eight Desolations. I don't leave Dunhuang, I don't give up, and the purpose is different from that of most people. At my current age, it is impossible to have any extravagance and desire, the only thing I don't worry about is to see what is behind the Mogao Grottoes. ”

From the other person's wording, I vaguely realized that he was similar to the person who appeared in my life.

Among the painters, Mr. Yan often said that he was "no desire and no desire", and he was already a person buried in the loess in his chest, and he would not compete with young people for fame and fortune. When Director Song deceived him and made things difficult for him, others couldn't stand it, but he smiled and was willing to endure it.

Only an incomparably broad-minded person can endure the provocations of the scoundrels in the market and turn everything that makes a reckless man draw a knife into a big and small matter.

In the painter group, I got close to Mr. Yan precisely because I admired his attitude towards life. It's a pity that I just looked away and mistook a hidden master for a powerless craftsman in the calligraphy and painting world.

"Teacher Yan." I called out the other person's name.

"Who are you calling?" The man asked.

"Teacher Yan, don't pretend, if you change your accent and body type, it won't help. I only recognize your voice and smell, which cannot be changed at all. You usually like to chew Taiwanese betel nut, but the smell has penetrated deep into the internal organs, and no method can hide it. It's better to stop going around in circles, it's not interesting. I replied.

The man wanted to deny it, but stopped after only half a sentence: "I'm not at all—"

He is Teacher Yan, I will not admit my mistake.

Each person has their own unique smell, and the human sense of smell is not sensitive enough to accurately distinguish more than a hundred different samples, but dogs can, and the distinction has been expanded to more than five hundred. Professionally trained police dogs can easily distinguish more than 1,000 scents, allowing no criminals to get confused.

I have taken countless times with Mr. Yan and commuted back and forth between Dunhuang and Mogao Grottoes. Every time we sat together, the smell of betel nut from his body would reach my nose without hindrance.

"Teacher Yan, don't deny it, it's not interesting for us to push around. You are a person who understands the general situation and the overall situation, and you must know how precious time is to us now. I said.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm Yan Laiting, I didn't expect you to recognize my voice and smell. Now, don't make a sound, don't ask anything, I'll let you down first, and then I'll take you to a more interesting place. The man replied.

The seat belt on my body was untied one by one, and Mr. Yan's breath also smelled of betel nut: "Okay, let's go to a more interesting place." ”

"Spare that young man's life." I say.

Teacher Yan smiled hesitantly: "Stay alive? You said it was late, and as soon as I came in, he died. Here and now, if there is any more woman's kindness, then you and I will be dead. ”

I can't help but sigh that Mr. Yan is a cowardly and cowardly little person in life, but once he recovers his true identity, he immediately becomes a big killer who acts like the wind and makes decisive moves. Before and after, there is a world of difference.

"Alas, Teacher Yan, if you can, don't start killing in vain." I can only tell you this, no one knows if it will work or not.

Teacher Yan opened the door, looked out, and then flashed out, turning left and hurrying.

I followed closely, all the way to the left, to the front of a spiral staircase.

Teacher Yan whistled lightly, and there was a whistle response from far below.

"Down there, great." Teacher Yan's face was happy, and he immediately went down the stairs.

After descending the twenty-two steps, we reached the lower floor, but Mr. Yan did not stop and continued to descend.

In order to keep a secret base functioning, it must have a vast mountain belly as a foundation. It seems that the Japanese have hollowed out half of the mountain, and have been developing downward in three dimensions, constructing at least a five-story building, each with more than twenty rooms, and a large and spacious façade with extremely advanced equipment.

I don't believe that Mr. Yan broke into here in a hurry, he must have gone through a long period of planning, reconnaissance, temptation, and lurking before he could break through the fat man's defense line as soon as he made a move, smash Huanglong, and control the situation.

At this time, I remembered the proprietress who appeared in the dumpling restaurant and the woman who was as cold as ice.

"They were complicit, and they came together to deceive me." I couldn't help but smile wryly.

I have always respected Mr. Yan, believing that he is more of an elder than others, and still maintains the cultivation and dignity of an intellectual. It's a pity that I was also deceived by his planned and gradual deception.