Chapter 42: Ancient Writings

Because Ling Moyu was injured in the nuclear explosion accident at the fusion center, although he was not serious, the military still arranged for him to go to the capital for a period of time to recuperate, and he did not need to return to work in the accelerator center for the time being.

This is a sanatorium in the capital in Xishan, but the environment is quiet and comfortable away from the city, and Ling Moyu lives here just to think carefully about what has happened during this time.

For a long time, life has been like spring going to autumn, the great river going east, there are joys and sorrows, there are veins and warmth, hearts are connected, and there are shameless betrayals and cruel killings, which are all vicissitudes of the world, and do not deviate from the right path. One day life became abnormal, as if the water was flowing to a high place, and the sun was coming out of the west, when did strange things start to appear?

Slowly combing through all this, he vaguely felt that it was the beginning of the rescue of Hasanna, and life became strange, as if the truth appeared in a veil from then on, and everything behind it needed him to uncover. It was in the underground temple of the ancient city, and when he was desperate, he had a magical equipment, and then when he rescued Hasanna, the magical equipment was finally complete.

The investigation has to start from scratch, Ling Moyu now has an excellent memory, he remembers that when he rescued Hazanne in the Intelligence Building, he saw a lot of stone slabs, which were full of strange words, and now he remembers that those words are still vivid, and he has the ability to remember them. He recorded the words in his memory stroke by stroke, although he didn't know it, it was the same as painting red, a good stroke.

The distant Middle East, the distant history, there are people in China who are studying, and all research starts from basic research, and his long reading career has long become commonplace for him. The National Library should have literature and monographs on this subject, and it just so happens that the National Library is not far from here, so it is easy to get there by car.

Ling Moyu made up his mind, and set off to the National Library early the next morning after breakfast to read the materials. The National Library is an antique modern building, the main building is a double-tower high-rise building, using the form of double eaves, a large peacock blue glazed tile roof, a pale milky gray tile exterior wall, a granite base stone steps, and a white marble railing, the whole body is based on blue, taking its meaning of water and fire.

Ling Moyu didn't study history or archaeology, so he didn't know much about this aspect, and after watching it all morning, he only had a general understanding of the history and customs of the Middle East. The history of that temple should be very old, dating back to the dawn of human civilization, when the inhabitants of it were the Sumo people.

In history, the origin of the Sumo people is a historical mystery, they live in the two river basins, but they are not the aborigines of the two river basins, where they came from, there are different opinions. The name Sumo was not given to the Sumo themselves, but to other people, and the first to use it were the Akkadians. The Sumo people called themselves "black-headed people" and called the place where they lived "the place of civilized monarchs", and the word "Sumo" used by the Akkadians may be a variation of a local dialect of this name. The language, culture, and possibly appearance of the Sumo people differed from their local Semitic neighbors and heirs, suggesting that they were an alien people.

A general understanding of the history of the Su-Mei people made Ling Moyu even more confused, some people said that the Sumo civilization nourished the entire human civilization and was the cradle of Eastern and Western civilizations, but they didn't know who they were, where they came from, and where they went? After flourishing in the valley of the two rivers for 2,000 years, it disappeared without a trace.

The confusion was followed by emotion, the race that once stood at the top of mankind, the group of people who brought mankind from ignorance to civilization and was far ahead of the world, disappeared in the vast river of history, leaving no trace. So how will human civilization develop, and will it disappear into the depths of history like the Sumo civilization, so that later civilizations cannot be verified?

However, it was a difficult task to figure out the specific meaning of the ancient cuneiform script, and in Ling Moyu's opinion, these were all long triangles and thick lines, and it was impossible to see what they were. Cuneiform is already a mature script, unlike the early hieroglyphs, which can guess a little bit of meaning based on the appearance of the pictures.

Although I also found a book on cuneiform writing, it still seems that it is still very difficult to write this ancient script, which is not studied by anyone, and even less read in amateurs, and it is very difficult to read the words on the slate through a few books.

If he continues to study in this way, and can read the words on the slate, he should also retire, not to mention that he has a lot of other things to do. Thinking that this is not the way to do, why bother to see it for myself, it is better to find an expert to help me see, so as to save the trouble of self-study.

He searched the Internet for domestic experts on the study of the Sumo civilization, and found that the most authoritative was actually in his alma mater, and there was a professor named Yu Fanxi who was an expert in this field.

At about 11 o'clock, Ling Moyu came to his alma mater, and found Professor Yu Fanxi's office according to the information on the Internet, and he was received by a student of Professor Xu, who told Ling Moyu that Professor Yu had gone on a business trip and would not be able to return until a month.

Ling Moyu was very disappointed, turned around and was about to leave, just when someone came in, it was a little girl who almost bumped into his arms, he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, are you okay?" The little girl was also taken aback, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, I was careless just now." ”

Ling Moyu felt that this girl was a little familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while. The girl also looked at him in surprise, "Why are you!" ”

"I feel very familiar, like I've seen it somewhere!" Ling Moyu also said.

"You forgot, that time you sent an old man home, it was my grandmother, and I almost misunderstood that you pretended to be my grandmother!" The girl said.

Ling Moyu then remembered the girl in the yellow shirt, and he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but he didn't expect to meet him here, and the girl warmly beckoned him to come in and sit.

"No, I'm about to leave, I'm here to ask Professor Yu for questions, unfortunately the professor is on a business trip, I'll come back when he comes back." Ling Moyu said.

"What are you looking for my mentor?" The girl asked.

"Some time ago, I went to the Middle East, and I happened to get some cuneiform writing, I don't know what it means, I want to ask Professor Yu to help me see what is recorded." Ling Moyu said.

"That's the case, why don't you bring it and I'll show you first? Maybe I'll be able to figure it out. The girl was not modest.

Seeing this, Ling Moyu couldn't refuse, so he gave the girl the text he had drawn from memory, and the girl took it and sat on the chair, looked at it carefully, and exclaimed in a low voice!