I've seen that face up close countless times, and even at one point I saw her in my dreams.

Now, just give me a pen and a piece of paper, and I can draw her naturally.

"I'm sure I just heard the sound and saw the blood oozing from the mural. It's not an illusion, it must have happened. How can this be explained? Is there really a Maleonn magic pen in the world that can resurrect any character that appears on the tip of the pen? I have always known that the Mogao Grottoes are full of mysteries and mysteries, far beyond the imagination of historical records and archaeologists and philologists. Cave 112 is the focus of all secrets, and for so many years, humans have not been able to explain the meaning of the existence of the bouncing pipa diagram...... How good it is that now I finally have the door to enter, and I have a glimpse of the secret path to the house...... Right here, right on this face......" The voice kept murmuring, and the camera was always aimed at Maihime's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth.

I was vaguely aware that there was some kind of huge mistake in the way he explored.

Maihime's own existence has no meaning, and in order to get a glimpse of its secrets, it is necessary to consider her in conjunction with her surroundings, just like - a lock in a box has no meaning, it is installed on a different door, and it has a different meaning with that door.

If you only pay attention to the faces of the lock and the dancing girl, you will be blinded and you will not see the forest.

Soon, a certain sound in the darkness confirmed my thoughts, it was a series of rolling, clicking, and clicking sounds produced by the operation of a precision machine, and there were at least a dozen links, seventy or eighty sounds in succession.

I heard the voices through the recordings, and their directivity was so vague that I could only roughly tell that the sounds were coming from behind the bouncing pipa dancer, in the depths of the mural.

The camera camera shook back and forth a dozen times, and it can be imagined that the man was holding the camera flat, looking up and down, left and right in Cave 112.

Eventually, he stops his movements in disappointment, and the camera is still focused on Maihime.

As the camera panned, I was engrossed in observing and was sure that there were no unusual changes in Cave 112, so I judged that all the strange, continuous sounds came from behind the murals and stone walls, and would definitely not disrupt the status quo of Cave 112.

In this way, it is really like Zuo Fengshou proposed, only by removing the murals can we get a glimpse of the true secrets of the Mogao Grottoes.

"Now, I have no other way to continue my exploration but to destroy the mural and go deeper. This day will come, even if it wasn't for me, someone else would do it. So...... So it's hard to say, I can only do this, if there is an offense, if ...... Unexpected changes are inevitable sacrifices and costs for scientific research. This tape is a true record of everything and proves that what I did was not for personal gain, but to uncover the biggest secret of the Mogao Grottoes. The voice grew heavy.

When the serrated knife reappeared in the camera, I couldn't help but sigh.

Removing the bouncing lute diagram is the last resort and has to be adopted, which is tantamount to fishing with all its might. As soon as the mural was revealed, even if a super wise man with the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth appeared in the future, he would not be able to start researching it.

The mural is formed by the paint applied to the grass mud, and when the grass mud is broken, the mural is gone.

The skin will not exist, and the hair will be attached?

This is a personal documentary, thirty years ago. What that man was going to do at that time, he had already done it, and now I can only sit here and do it in a hurry, and it doesn't make any difference.

The only consolation to me is that to this day, the bouncing pipa diagram is still there, and the dancing girl is still standing vividly among the murals of Cave 112, and has not been completely destroyed.

This time, the serrated knife dodges Maihime's body and instead points to a small blank space to the right of her head.

Of course, the place may not have been devoid of gaudy lines at first, but due to the wear and tear of time, the lines faded until they disappeared, and they became that bare appearance.

The man stabbed from there, with the obvious intention, neither to hurt the dancing girl, nor to be too far away from her body, so that she could take care of her changes at any time.

Subconsciously, both me and the people in the documentary treat Maihime as a living person, always taking care of "her" feelings.

The knife failed to penetrate the mural, as the shadow of a gun suddenly appeared in the light cast on the mural. The man with the gun stood behind the man, and the muzzle of the gun pressed against the man's temple.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

At first, no matter how much the man did and how much he wanted, he was just making wedding clothes for others. Those who can really get big secrets and big benefits are the strongest hunters who appear at the end.

Zuo Fengshou coughed lightly, and the picture stopped.

In the picture, the short gun is held in the right hand of a man, who is wearing gloves and has the index finger of his right hand on the trigger. The size of the glove was neither large nor small, and it was impossible to accurately tell whether the person was male or female.

"Is Mr. Long still interested in the above information?" Zuo Fengshou asked.

I slowly adjusted my sitting position, and only then did I realize that my palms were already covered with cold sweat.

"There is another part of this kind of documentary, and if Mr. Long is interested, I can provide it at any time for viewing." Zuo Fengshou said.

I have nothing to say, because these documentaries are so precious that they hide a great secret, and they can play an extremely important role in guiding future generations to continue to explore the process of rebounding the pipa diagram.

"What about the conditions? What do you want me to pay? I asked.

"After you reveal the secret of the Mogao Grottoes, how about a share of my pie?" Zuo Fengshou smiled and spread his hands, looking confident.

"My IQ is not superior to that of my predecessors, and I am not sure what my predecessors can't do." I say.

In fact, due to excessive tension, my underwear was also soaked with sweat and clung to my body, which was very uncomfortable.

"Don't be modest, you can't be wrong with people who are favored by big names from all over the world." Zuo Fengshou said.

"Enlarge the picture." I pointed to the screen.

Without waiting for Zuo Fengshou to relay my words and give the order, the picture immediately zoomed in.

"I want to see the image under the tip of the knife, zoom in to the limit." And I commanded.

The image continued to zoom in until the tip of the knife became as big as a popular magazine.

Now, a square pattern, or rather a stamp, appeared under the tip of the knife.

"I haven't seen this pattern, and there is definitely not one in Cave 112 now." I say.

It was a strange pattern, like an upright trunk, bare, rootless, with branches and leaves in the morning, just a middle section—no, it should be three, with two distinct fractures in the middle, dividing a trunk into three.

The trunk of the tree is black, and so is the surrounding pattern, which is probably caused by the black ink used by the person who put the seal.

Zuo Fengshou leaned forward and stared at the screen.

I judged from this situation that he hadn't noticed the pattern before.

"Baoyue, check it now, what does this pattern represent?" Zuo Fengshou ordered loudly.

With today's Internet search technology, as long as you enter a graphic, you can get the answer, which is equivalent to consulting hundreds of sets of human encyclopedias in an instant.

"I really didn't expect that there was a hidden pattern under the tip of the knife." Zuo Fengshou was a little ashamed.

As a spy or explorer, you shouldn't make this mistake. This can only be explained by the fact that Zuo Fengshou pays too much attention to the dancing girl who has come to life, and ignores other elements in the picture.

"Mr. Long, have you seen this case?" Zuo Fengshou asked.

I shook my head: "At least I haven't seen the same in the field of seals, like the abstract seal of Mozhu, but there is a difference." ”

Zuo Fengshou nodded: "Yes, if it is an abstract chapter of Mozhu, there should be at least one or two leaves on the left and right, and it is impossible to stand a bare piece of wood there." ”

"Baoyue, focus on the time period after the Tang Dynasty and before the Yuan Dynasty, in addition to checking the seals, but also check the seal patterns in the history of the wild and metaphysics." I raised my voice and commanded.

Throughout the history of the Mogao Grottoes, the likelihood of leaving a seal is much lower than that of leaving a seal.

Of course, in a broad sense, a seal is also a type of seal, but the purpose of the seal is to inject some kind of great metaphysical power into a place, not to show off its name.

Generally speaking, seals can be handwritten with cinnabar, dog blood, or dipped in cinnabar and written on yellow mounted paper and incinerated immediately. Only grandmaster-level figures in the field of metaphysics will cast spells in the form of "seals", pouring all their power into the seals, and every time they seal them, it is a spell-casting process, and their effectiveness will not be attenuated for no reason.

"Why do you say seals? Is it specifically for the seal of the bouncing pipa dancer? Zuo Fengshou's thoughts will not turn around for a while.

"I'm just guessing that where the plot is absurd, there must be something unthinkable. If you can find the origin of the seal, you may be able to explain why the dancing girl was bleeding and crying out in pain. I replied.

Now, everything is unknown, barely explained, meaningless.

We need time to prove everything, not to rack our brains to justify ourselves.

"Mr. Zuo, Mr. Long, I can't find anything." Baoyue reported outside.

Zuo Fengshou was a little deflated, and raised his right hand: "Then-"

I immediately stopped him and ordered outside: "Bring the computer in, I'll check it." ”

There are many ways to search for knowledge on the Internet, and there are many different fields. Therefore, if it cannot be found under normal circumstances, extraordinary means will be effective.

"Yes, Mr. Long." Baoyue agreed.

Later, Baoyue pushed the door in, holding a latest-type Apple laptop in her hand.

I took a deep breath: "Baoyue, I'll give the order, and you will operate the computer." ”

"Yes, Mr. Long." Baoyue nodded and sat down at the table obediently.

Zuo Fengshou waved his hand and pushed it, pulling all the plates and cups aside.

Baoyue put her laptop on the table, pressed her hands on the keyboard, and stared at me with blazing eyes.

I said an address, and she tapped the keyboard quickly without saying a word.

"There, there are many ways to search, you can use a combination of text and graphics, or you can publish paid messages and ask computer geeks around the world to do it for you." I explain.

Baoyue nodded, and quickly typed in the description text, and dictated to me and Zuo Fengshou: "The pattern, the size is five centimeters square, the shape is like a Yin text square seal, and inside is a vertical tree trunk divided into three sections, there are no leaves, and there are no words. The pattern probably originated from the historical period after the Sui and Tang dynasties and before the Yuan Dynasty, and appeared in Gansu, Qinghai, Tibet, and Xinjiang in western Chinese mainland, close to the Dunhuang Gobi Desert. A reward of $100,000 was offered for finding clues. If there is further information or anyone who can provide this seal, the bounty is $1,000,000. ”

"Okay, that's very well worded, let's issue a bounty order." I don't hesitate to praise it, because Baoyue is very capable and understanding, and can draw inferences about what I say, and I don't need to teach it a second time.

Almost at the same time as Baoyue issued the reward order, someone immediately replied: "That's a seal, give me one million, and I will send you a detailed information related to it within twenty-four hours, which will definitely answer your doubts." ”

Baoyue hesitated and looked at me.

"Give each other a million, our problem has been solved." I say.

"This ...... Mr. Zuo, what should I do? Baoyue asked.

Zuo Fengshou waved his hand: "Do what Mr. Long says, his order is my order." To give the other party money, we need all the information about that seal. ”

Relying on the transnational financial network of the 21st century, only one minute later, Baoyue quickly transferred $1 million through the network according to the account number provided by the other party.

"Wait, you won't be disappointed." I say.

At this moment, the network I arranged for Baoyue to log in is not attached to the "three Ws" backbone of the global Internet in the usual sense, but another independent underground network, which is officially called the "dark web" or "dark matter network" by the Pentagon.

Of course, in various countries around the world, there are different names for this underground network. In order to fight crime, the police of various countries have also carried out carpet and smashing search and crackdown on the network, but the result is only to make it more and more powerful, and finally upgraded to a huge super-biological-level intelligent network, and now with the help of blockchain technology, it has become too big to destroy.

In my opinion, the dark web is just a network tool, and there is no good or evil in the network tool, and good and evil only exist in everyone's mind. Smart people know what to do with it, and it is criminals, not ordinary users, who should be eliminated by the crackdown.