Takagi moved forward again, staring at the small mural directly ahead.

The name of the painting is supposed to be "Poor Woman Weaving Picture", and I remember it appearing on the wall of Cave 76 of the Mogao Grottoes, with mutilated strokes and so badly faded that it was almost forgotten.

"Mommy, mommy, spinning and weaving, working day and night...... Mom, how can I repay you? Repay you for your nurturing? Takagi whispered.

The woman in the painting is wearing standard Central Plains clothes, and I don't know why Takagi calls her mother, and her face is full of fear and despair.

"What did he see?" Sang Wanyu flashed forward, copied a glasses case in his hand, immediately opened the lid, and took out the glasses.

"Don't risk it!" I immediately shouted at him.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger? I'm here to take risks for you and avoid all dangers...... Leave me alone, I have my mission! Sang Wanyu shook his head.

I could have stopped her, but the fat man suddenly approached and shook his head at me.

"They're going to go crazy soon, at least we can't die without help, right?" I asked.

The fat man let out a "sneer" sneer from his nostrils: "Do you really care about their life or death? In this world, I don't know how many little people die every day, as long as they can leave their names, they are all masters. Someone has to settle those trivial incidents and take our great cause to the next level......"

I know deep down that these high-sounding words, even if they pile up, are unlikely to have an effect.

"Okay, let them be the Pathfinder, we'll be in command, and everything will be fine." The fat man said.

Sang Wanyu put on his glasses and walked forward in the footsteps of Takamu.

I reckon that only by killing the fat man can this end this.

"Sure enough, it's a good scenery, far better than Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand, better than European countries......" This time it was Sangwanyu who spoke.

From the analysis of her head-up direction, she is now attracted by a "Emperor's Autumn Hunting Picture" on the mural.

I'd love to get into the mural too, but it has to be in relative safety, not in the way I am now, kidnapped and under the watchful eye of a fat man.

Whether it is "Poor Woman's Textile Picture" or "Emperor's Autumn Hunting Picture", they only objectively depict a certain event and scene in ancient times, and have nothing to do with the "Rebound Pipa Picture" and the rebound Pipa Dance that are now chased by all forces. I suspect that the fat man did something outside of the three-dimensional glasses and the contents of the mural to make Takagi and Sang Wanyu hallucinate as soon as they put on the glasses.

"Don't move—" I was about to make a move, when the fat man gave a warning and waved his hand, and the gunman on the other side immediately drew his gun and pointed it at me.

"Mr. Long, don't move, this is a scientific research, someone must become a pioneer and use his life to open the truth of the world. It's not them, it's you and me. Now, let's watch carefully, watch carefully, and not let the blood of the pioneers flow in vain......" the fat man said meaningfully.

I smiled bitterly: "What did Your Excellency do on the mural?" I'm not referring to the content, but to the walls themselves. ”

The fat man's face suddenly showed a blank confusion: "Why must I have done it?" The key point now is not simply to deny and affirm, but to abandon fixed thinking and keep up with reality - are the murals you see consistent with the murals painted by the ancients? Do you feel the same mood when you look at the mural as when the ancients were painting? Are the murals we are talking about at the moment consistent with the original intention of the ancients to dig the Mogao Grottoes? ”

He asked himself again and again, one question higher and deeper than the other, which has never been touched upon by scholars in Mogao Grottoes research.

"The ancients did not see the present time and the moon, but the moon used to shine according to the ancients" - what the fat man wants to express is the sigh contained in these two poems of the ancients.

When the ancients painted the murals in the Mogao Grottoes, they never thought that people would come from all over the world to visit, appreciate, study and comment, and when people comment on the murals of the Mogao Grottoes, they rarely think about the painting environment and the mood of the painters at that time.

As for me, Director Song, Mr. Yan, etc., they are just tracing the appearance of the murals, who can put themselves in the shoes of those stories outside the murals?

"Have you thought about it?" I asked rhetorically.

The fat man nodded: "I have thought about it, I have thought about it, it is precisely because of my deep thinking that I have come thousands of miles to go deep into Dunhuang and find out——"

With a thud, Takagi suddenly fell to his knees and walked forward on his knees alternately, all the way to the bottom of the mural.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy......" Takagi looked up with his arms raised and trembled, staring at the "Poor Woman's Textile Drawing".

"Take off his glasses!" I spoke out.

The fat man shook his head: "No, poor boy, he must have sensed the past from the mural, and now taking off his glasses, won't he take away his sweet dreams?" ”

I gasped, if these murals could evoke deep scars in people's hearts, then many people would be trapped in great pain and hallucinations.

Takagi's call grew louder and stronger, piercing my ear drums with a faint pain.

On the other hand, Sang Wanyu didn't make a sound, just stared at the mural quietly, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

I stepped forward, and the fat man's feet shook and stopped in front of me.

"I'm going to save my friend, your people, it's none of my business." I say.

"Hehe, I have only one condition, wear glasses and let you save people, otherwise don't interfere with any sincere person who is obsessed with memories." The fat man said with a smile.

I didn't defend myself, and with four gunmen around, it was useless to say more.

"Okay, I'll try your glasses too." I nodded, opened the box, and took a pair of glasses in my hand.

Glasses are extremely heavy to start, at least five times more than ordinary glasses. In my opinion, all the weight comes from the lenses, which are not only molded together with multiple layers of composite glass, but also have a metal reflective layer and an electronic receiving layer in them, making it a microcomputer.

I raised my glasses and looked at the light.

The inside of the lens is covered with gray pinpoint-sized dots, which are crossed by lines thinner than spider silk. In other words, these are two lenses, and even more so, two miniature circuit boards that can automatically produce images that are not related to the mural under certain operations.

The temples are also full of mystery, because as long as you wear them, the round bumps at the end of the temples are just against the temples on both sides, which is where the metal contacts are placed when doing EEG.

"It turns out that everything is an illusion, and the root cause of the illusion is not the mural, but this magical glasses." I breathed a sigh of relief, and finally saw through the fat man's subtlety.

"Please." The fat man stepped aside, stretched out his right arm, and pointed at the mural.

I no longer hesitated and strode forward.

When I walked up to Sang Wanyu, I raised my hand and put on my glasses.

Through the lenses, I clearly saw the mural, which was also the "Emperor's Autumn Hunting". Painting is just painting, there is no movement, no sound, and nothing worth described.

The ancient emperor autumn hunting, the horse under the crotch, the spear in the palm, the bow behind the back, the feather arrow in the bag, surrounded by the arm goshawk, the guard holding the fierce dog, swaying, violent, everywhere passed, the birds and deer were falling, it was definitely an autumn event in the era of peace.

The emperor in the mural is dressed in cowhide soft armor, only protecting his chest, holding a spear in one hand and a longbow in the other, and his arms are outstretched, as if he is shouting and singing. The people around him also raised their arms high, probably in response to the emperor's singing.

"Why was he born in the emperor's house?" A deep sigh suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Who's talking?" Startled, we turned our head to the right.

I stood side by side with Sang Wanyu, and she was on my right.

Of course, it was not her who spoke, but the voice of a middle-aged man.

That sentence has a great origin, it is when the princess was cut off an arm, the emperor himself said, which has been recorded in history and has become the sad swan song of the king of the dead country.

The emperor's autumn hunt is to show his strong confidence in defending the country by force and dominating the Central Plains, and the sword after self-pity is the last move to sink and sink the boat, and it is extremely frenzied.

Before and after, the difference between cloud and mud.

It immediately occurred to me that if I brought Ming Shui Cuff here and let her listen to this, I was afraid that her liver and intestines would be broken immediately.

"Wind—" I heard a shout, thousands of people all shouting the same word, ten times in a row, and the sound shook the earth.

"Cloud—" was the second word, and the voices of thousands of people rang in my ears.

"Thunder—" was the third word, and the voice was getting closer.

"Electricity-" This is the fourth word, and the aftermath lingers, reaching the sky.

The echo of the four words has not disappeared, and the characters in "The Emperor's Autumn Hunting" suddenly "come to life". The emperor's steed spread its hooves and ran toward me. I saw the horses' hooves kick away the grass and bushes as they flew, and the dirt and grass clippings scattered in all directions, and if I could not dodge them in time, I would have been trampled by thousands of iron horsemen.

"Huh?" I let out a loud cry and scrambled to the side.

The iron rider grazed the corners of my clothes and flew all the way to the depths of the grass and trees.

"Why was you born in my imperial family?" The voice rang out again.

Children cannot choose the place of birth, and this person asks this question, which is already an unanswerable question.

"Who's there? Who's there? I asked twice, looking warily at where the voice had come from.

"I'm here, who's calling me?" The voice responded.

"Who are you?" I pressed on.

"I am me, who else can I be? I just—" The voice stopped abruptly, silently.

"Wind, clouds, thunder, electricity, wind, clouds, thunder, electricity......" The sound of shouting came from afar, majestic and mighty, and the anger was overwhelming.

is also an emperor, some people have expanded their territory, swept the world, and become idols of future generations singing praises of virtue; Some people have left their hometowns, hung their heads and were whipped by future generations of writers. Just like now, the emperor who cut off the arm of the royal princess is naturally an alternative that has been criticized in the history books, although he has been reincarnated a hundred times, he still can't wash away his shame.

Suddenly I heard the sound of the pipa fingers in my ears, sonorous and sonorous, piercing through the clouds and cracking stones.

The tune of the pipa swirls and turns, rising step by step, and finally to the highest place, it has lost the beauty of the tune, and has completely turned into the sound of gold and iron, as if the peerless master is holding a sword that sharpens iron like clay and slashes at each other, and every sound that comes makes people's hearts tremble.

"Where's the homecoming? The long pavilion is a short pavilion. The voice sounded in the distance.

Historical figures are lost in the books, and there is no return to them. The era that belongs to them has passed, and when the page is turned, there will be no more Qin Emperor Han Wu, and there will be no more Tang Dynasty and Song ancestors.

In the glory of the past, there is only one "Emperor's Autumn Hunting Map".