On Requiem Island, a watchtower stands alone on a cliff, looking down on the sea. This watchtower is actually very easy to see from the sea, and its exterior is painted white, like a huge sign that leads the ship here.

Requiem Island - This is a lonely and beautiful place, only because of the secret underground, portrayed by some poor people who have experienced it as the terrible "Bermuda" of the East.

On the surface of Requiem Island, there are three feet of waves without wind, so I can always hear the sound of the tide rising and falling, like the breath of a giant monster while sleeping.

In a few days, the ships carrying supplies will arrive. At this time, I had two choices, one was to escape on a supply ship, and the other was to wait for Liu Guanglai to continue to hold me hostage.

I knew I had to choose the second option, and that's what my grandfather gave me. Yesterday's incident, after I told them about the things that came out of the coffin, Wang Ziyue and Boss Bi put down their guns, after all, they were all for me and didn't want me to be hurt.

Xiao Chengren is right, only I understand that sentence. Just keep me going. Of course, I also have a hunch that Liu Guang will not let me have two choices, and he will definitely be faster than the supply ship.

Actually, it doesn't matter to me anymore, whoever picks me up. I understand that it is impossible for me to escape my fate, and since I can't escape it, I should face it bravely, because there is a psychological difference between being forced and taking the initiative. I don't think grandpa said it, and that's probably what he meant.

I've now developed the habit of keeping a diary, but my diary is a bit special compared to ordinary people's diaries. It is not a record of the short-sightedness and love of parents, but the unsolved mysteries and some messy things. And I was also going to give this diary a name, and I asked Boss Bi, who said that it would be better to call it "Adventure Notes".

Let's start with what happened in the past few days: Yu Lao died, and the doctors here made a shocking diagnosis, he should have died a year ago. The islanders scolded him for being a psychopath, and cursed people for not living long.

But in my opinion, it is an amazing coincidence, I don't know if Xiao Chengren is crooked, anyway, I believe him more.

Then the river on the island suddenly stopped, and the islanders didn't know what was going on, and even brought out the history of Requiem Island.

Boss Bi, Wang Ziyue, and Uncle Zhao and I analyzed that it was because we pried open the macro roof, and then for some hellish reasons, water poured into the building. This diversion will probably last for a long time, as the underground buildings will be filled with water, and the only water source on Requiem Island will disappear.

In any case, in the future, the islanders will find water next to the lake, and then when they see the bottomless hole in the grand roof, it is estimated that there will be another wave of chickens and dogs, and I don't know what moths will come out.

I've gone through the information I've gotten these days, what I already know and what I don't know yet.

Uncle Zhao believes that each ancient relic has a different secret in it, even if it exists for a larger secret. This is very complicated, Boss Bi didn't understand it directly, I explained, in layman's terms, it is the difference between the individual and the collective.

The formation of a collective is for a noble ideal, and everyone who makes up the collective has his own ideas and interests - this is the relationship between the collective and the individual, and of course it can also be indirectly quoted in the six-pointed star array.

I'm not very interested in these secrets, if they're gone, they're gone, I guess Liu Guang and my grandfather must be running for this biggest secret, my purpose is for my grandfather's plan, and the rest has nothing to do with me.

Boss Bi had a more important mission, he carefully took out the paintings and other gold and silver ornaments that he brought out of it, and asked Uncle Zhao to give him an estimate. Who is Uncle Zhao, an archaeologist, he was angry when he saw it.

Boss Bi is a tomb robber, this is the destruction of cultural relics. Boss Bi said that if he didn't take them out and let them soak in the water, it would be called a crime, which was a crime of damaging cultural relics. He took them out and called them protected relics, but he didn't have more pockets for Amon, and he couldn't protect more.

I said that he was okay with these paintings, although I didn't understand them, but looking at these paintings was very valuable, just click on it. Boss Bi said that he didn't make money when he didn't think he had a lot of money.

The secrets we know about this underground building have been mentioned above, and I will not describe them in detail here. However, it is worth noting that many of the clues here point to the Western Regions.

The flower of Motong Orchid is only found in the mysteries of the Western Regions, the description of the stone plate, and the location of the ancient mirror dug up by Yang Ergou's research institute. It's all pointing to the Western Regions, which can't be a coincidence.

The island is running out of food, and only fish are inexhaustible. Boss Bi said that he had eaten enough compressed biscuits and fish, and missed the domestic instant noodles very much. But what makes him even more desperate is that the spices used for cooking on the island also need to be transported from outside.

The islanders said that they had long been accustomed to this kind of life, and I also advised Boss Bi to endure it for a few more days until we went out to make a hot pot.

But what makes me wonder why they came to this place when life in this place is so uncomfortable. We suspect that they may be the descendants of a similar "grave keeper" here, which is so old that the descendants have forgotten about it.

For the next few days, I was looking for an excuse to escape from a crowded place, longing for the vast sky and the empty sea, and the watchtower became my best place to go.

Subconsciously believing in other people's words, this problem that I suddenly realized shocked me. If it hadn't been mentioned by Boss Bi before, I wouldn't have been aware of this problem at all.

I have always had a question in my mind: "Why didn't Grandpa let me see him, what if I couldn't solve the clues he left and know his plan step by step?" What if I didn't have the kind of ability that my grandfather believed I had, and I was defeated by the enemy? If I really don't fit, how can I fulfill the mission that my grandfather gave me? ”

I don't have an answer in my mind: sometimes I wonder if I'm misunderstanding my grandfather's intentions. I felt like I was groping in the dark, choosing a path but looking back, suspecting that I had mistaken the sign, and went the other way.

I couldn't even give a big picture of my next move hinted at by my satisfied grandfather, and every time I thought about the basis of those clues, I felt that they became more and more untenable. Moreover, these clues are so complex that it takes half an hour to think about them and straighten out their thoughts.

My resentment welled up in my heart, resentment that I had not studied hard and tempered more in society, so I could not inherit my grandfather's wishes. Resentment Xiao Chengren for not telling me everything.

I know that misunderstanding Grandpa's true intentions is more frightening than the life-and-death adventures that lie ahead.

"Brother Du, people can't be resurrected after death, and the festival mourns and changes." Boss Bi said. It was the second night and they found me for dinner.

I didn't tell them what I saw or heard in the coffin, but told them that I saw that my grandfather was dead. Not because of anything else, but I don't think I should tell them this.

Wang Ziyue didn't speak, and I didn't say anything. I didn't want to see them at this time, I wanted to be quiet. So I covered my face with an old newspaper of unknown age and pretended to be reading it.

The others were silent, and I suspect they were silently communicating with each other. I suddenly put down the newspaper in my hand and noticed that the two of them were looking away in a hurry.

I coughed lightly and said, "Then let's go eat." ”

Wang Ziyue and Boss Bi nodded, followed me down the lookout, and entered the hut.

"Huh?" I took a bite of the fish soup and found that it was wrong, unlike the tasteless fresh soup I had eaten for several days, this time it was salty and spicy.

"The transport ship is coming." Boss Bi said, "Brother Du, should we ......?"

"Nope." I say. I decided before, whether this road is right or not, I will go all the way to the dark.

At that moment, my eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a very unusual photograph in the newspaper, because I saw my grandfather on it! Behind them is the shell beach where the watchtower is located!