The yellowed diary, as can be seen from its scratched cowhide cover and broken pages, is a book that only a long-term field geologist or forestry worker can have.

Otherwise, a book with a cowhide cover,How could it become like this?

Turning the first page, there is a picture drawn on it, a circular map, surrounded by a ballpoint pen evenly painted black, there are three blank areas in the black area, they are located on the left and right sides of the map, and then there is a circular white circle, it has large and small irregular ovals, the oval is written in a refreshing font, I took a closer look, what is Xiufeng, Hejialing, Lao Yanggou.

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, is it the name of the place? This is a mountain map!!

This is actually a mountain map, and in the interior of the previous picture, there is an undulating line.

The white ones are the peaks of the mountains, and the undulating lines inside are the main peaks.

In the upper right corner of the mountain map, a coordinate axis is drawn, and there is a spoon in the middle of the axis, and the eight directions of "southeast, northwest, northwest and ......northwest" are written on all sides.

My first image tells me that nine times out of ten this is a geologist's thing.

Looking further back, there is a map of a forest area, this picture is very carefully drawn, if it were not for the previous mountain picture, just looking at this one I would have thought it was a real sketch.

Towering trees, forest paths, and a flower bed, there is also a coordinate in the upper left corner, but the position of the coordinate axis has changed, and the direction of the spoon has changed to southeast.

This should be a way of positioning, I have heard that some hunters will draw some mountain maps when they go into some mountains that they think they can't get out, and such a special technique will be used in that case.

Whether it's a hunter or a geology worker, all they have to do is go into the mountains.

Then flip down.,The book is full of drawings of all kinds of mountains and forests.,The same coordinate axis is also changing a little bit.。

I paused, connected the before and after drawings in my head, and felt like it was a map of the transformation of position, from an entire mountainous area to a specific area.

It is indeed drawing a map of the mountain into the mountain.

It wasn't until I turned to the back that the style in the diary changed, and the strokes began to scribble, and I was stunned for a moment and couldn't see what was drawn.

I fixed my mind, carefully identified it, and looked at it for five or six minutes before I realized what kind of building this was.

A door frame, two stone statues on the left and right, this is the temple? I have to say that this guy's skills in painting this kind of thing are really poor, it should be the stuff of two stone lions, but the lion head was painted by him into two heads.

And the two human heads were inlaid on the body of the stone lion, with a painful expression and a hideous face.

I looked scared and couldn't help but mutter, "What the fuck is this?" ”

Then I flipped down the page, and something familiar came into my eyes.

It's those weird characters, but not a dense patch, but a weird text, corresponding to a Chinese character.

"This is a note? Is it a translation? "I understood it right away.

For example, two parallel bars are fish with a dot in the middle, a small circle is a silkworm, and a word in the shape of "fire" is a person.

The human face, the body of the fish, and the belly of the silkworm seemed to respond to the bronze vessel in my pocket, and the diary clearly understood what was recorded in those strange words.

It's probably a group of people who worship this kind of human-faced silkworm-bellied fish very much.

And in this commentary, in fact, it is not just the so-called explanation, there is also a kind of enumeration, turning to the next few pages, I can even clearly see how many times the word "man" appears, how many times the word "cave" appears.

Among them, the most frequent occurrence is the word "silkworm", as many as 100 times, and there is an eye-like text that appears thirty-one times, of course, I don't know where these thirty-one were recorded from, but I can know that the fat man in the diary positioned it as a totem, a vertical eye totem.

It is written in the diary, then since there is a totem, and there is a belief in worship, it means that there is a civilization, and this civilization comes from a very ancient "space", yes...... He used the word space.

One comes from a civilized country in the mysterious space, and because those fonts are small but curled together, the so-called is called silkworm script by him.

Frowning, I think if it was the first time I came into contact with these things, or this diary, I would probably think that he was something written by a madman, right?

But no, since I entered this mysterious place and saw the first strange silkworm diary, I now have more or less believed in the authenticity of these things.

Not to mention full acceptance, at least 50 percent.

As for which 50 percent, it's hard to say.

I turned a few more pages later, and all of them were some inexplicable notes, the content of which I didn't quite understand, but I could see that the owner of this diary had put a lot of effort into translating those weird silkworm texts.

I'm not interested, in this kind of broken and cold place, I can't calm down at all, skip these silkworm texts, and then there is a very normal diary, probably several pages in a row, and find that the owner of the diary recorded some of his daily work.

It is nothing more than soil collection, soil quality identification, and even the analysis record of mountain rocks.

The time is from 65 years, some years, and the content of the diary is very boring, a little drowsy to watch, but I know that the things in this must not be so simple, and if someone can put this diary in this place, it is enough to show its importance, so I turned the pages one by one.

When I glanced at my phone halfway, it was past midnight, and it had been 6 or 7 hours since I came here.

A yawn quickened the speed of reading, but soon something was wrong......

The more I looked back, the more I felt that this guy was not engaged in geology, but ...... Instead, he was in forestry, because he had a record of some of his colleagues, and I could probably tell what it was.

Will those who are engaged in forestry be together with those who are engaged in geology?

Continuing to look back, the next content confirmed my doubts, sure enough, the owner of this diary is not actually a geological person, but a forestry person, and the owner of the diary on the desktop before, they are all part of the mountainous area of southern Gansu.

That is, the group of people who followed their grandfather into the mountains back then.

"So who is this guy?"

With this in mind, I began a long reading program.

I settled down, gathered my spirit, and read it attentively, looking for the description of my grandfather by the owner of the diary.

"Old dog!" This is what they call Grandpa, and in their eyes, Grandpa is a bold and extremely careful person.

Looking further down, the more I felt a chill all over my body, because I soon found out that the owner of this diary did not come to the forest farm in southern Gannan with a single purpose of contributing to the motherland, he seemed to be looking for something.

And that thing is very likely to be the civilization recorded in the silkworm text.

Further on, I was almost sure of that idea.

He was looking for an altar whose door was the one depicted on the opening cover of the original diary.

It was clear that he had located what he was looking for, but when I saw that he was about to set off, the diary was missing many pages, followed by neat pages, mostly blank.

I skipped the number of pages and flipped back, and sure enough, it was.

Rubbing my eyes, reading the text for a long time, coupled with the blur of the flashlight, has made my eyesight a little reduced, halfway through the battery change, just look at the three lines, and soon turn to the last page of the diary......

It reads:

12/15/68, heavy snowfall.

I found the entrance and will do it today.

Just those twelve words, I frowned, and then looked back at the time of the diary, December 15, '68?

The day......

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly I felt that this time was time, as if someone had mentioned it.

It's probably grandpa, after all, it's the people and things in the mountains of southern Gansu!

On December 15th, the memory began to search for keywords, grandpa, forestry, Gannan......

15th? What is the day of paycheck?

Still in 1968......

Finally I remembered, I groaned, and my scalp was numb, wasn't this the day Wang Ming had an accident? That is, the fat man of the forest farm who died in the snow inexplicably.

Could it be that this diary belongs to the fat man?