"Chinese Minwen Qilu"——

ApocalypseofChinesefolkculture

In fact, the reason why I chose to come to the Forbidden City was to become an excellent cultural relics restorer and explore the unknown historical chapters in the ancient and mysterious objects.

It was also on the train to the Silk Road that the stories that the mysterious man told me, which served as a sign that led me here.

Being able to come into contact with these dusty antiquities from different eras and different regions, and the stories that have been found by people from the mud and sand of history, I feel that my heart is inexplicably filled with a kind of longing, as if I want to find its memory for the world.

But with that unprovoked longing, when I finally squeezed into this huge palace building that was once glorious and is now emerging, it was difficult to satisfy.

After being stared at for a few minutes by an old man in his sixties, the man put my name under the assignment form in the archives, and pulled me on another track.

Looking at the distribution table in a trance, I was so disappointed, I thought it was better to leave, but I felt the little money left in my pocket, if I just went back like this, it would be strange not to be scolded to death by my father.

In desperation, I could only accept this job, and watched those ancient cultural relics be filed here every day and distributed to other restoration departments according to the material.

The most I can see is the literal stuff, and a photo, and it's my job to organize the information so that I can call it up when I need it later.

Literally, there is a very detailed introduction, the place of excavation, related historical documents, and various summaries of restoration, they seem to be close to me, and I am close to the end of the world, but a thin blank piece of paper.

In fact, some of the information can be stored entirely on a computer, but the important part is to prepare physical records.

The place of work, located in a small corner of the Forbidden City, is distributed here with six archives, which are organized from one to six.

Looking at the boring words every day, I longed to leave and witness for myself what happened behind these things.

With this daydreaming in mind, I sat at my desk sorting through the files that had recently arrived and sorting them into bags.

In fact, in addition to being boring, my work is still very leisurely, I only need to classify the files that are sent, and then distribute them to each archive room according to the numbers above.

This work is very idle, so there is no one in the other archives, that is, I am basically the only one in these six archives.

Just as I was sorting through my files, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in from outside.

When I looked up, I saw that this person was very strange, and it seemed that I had never seen him come to the archives, so I immediately got up and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"This file, please store it in Archives Six!" The middle-aged man, with an expressionless face, was wearing a gray shirt and jeans.

As he spoke, the man handed me a thick brown paper bag, and I saw that there was a red "six" written on it.

"Is this something important? Why do you need to store it in that archive? I asked, and I was amazed.

Archive No. 6 is very mysterious, except for my boss Wei Haizhong, whom we call Lao Zhong in private, who is not very talkative, and may only stay in the archive for two or three hours a day, but is now gone.

Archive 6, I haven't been in it since I was assigned here, and the key to open that archive is also with the old clock, and I only have the keys to the first five rooms here.

The door to Archive Room 6 never seemed to have been opened, and I didn't know exactly what was inside, except that it was very mysterious, and I hadn't even heard the old bell talk about it.

I don't know what kind of archives they are, and they need to be kept secret from insiders, but as far as I know, those files are sent directly to Lao Zhong and will not pass through my hands at all, so I have never touched those secrets.

But today, this strange middle-aged man will surprisingly send me the files from Archives No. 6! Looking at his appearance, although he is a fresh face, he doesn't look like that kind of brainless master! I shouldn't know that archive room is special!

Seeing that I was looking at the file on the table, the man asked again, "Is there any problem?" ”

"Oh, that ......" I really wanted to tell him my doubts directly, but then I thought about it, this top-secret file, maybe even he didn't know, and even if he did, it was unknown if he would say anything.

Thinking of this, I thought to myself that it was better to have more than one thing, and then I continued to explain, "I don't have the key to that archive room, so you still give it to the old ...... Oh, send it to Master Wei, he will be in charge of Archives No. 6! ”

"I've gone to see him, he's not here, if he comes back, please hand it over!" After saying this, he didn't wait for me to say anything more, and turned around and left.

This person doesn't seem to know anything about the situation here, so he will throw this file to me lightly! Looking through the window at the back of the man leaving, I felt a little overwhelmed, thinking that since this is a top-secret archive, the less people know about it, the better, why is this person so casual? I looked down at the brown paper bag on the table again, but the contents were not as important as I thought.

What kind of contents will be stored in this mysterious Archive Six? Faced with this unexpected file, I couldn't help but feel a wave of curiosity in my heart.

Shaking his head, he shook off the jumbled thoughts, let himself not be curious, and took the brown paper bag aside.

When I took it like this, I felt that the contents were not lightweight, and it seemed that it was far from being like other files, just a few pieces of paper printed out of the record.

Looking at the rope that sealed the bag, my gaze paused in the air for a few moments, and my mind seemed to be filled with two voices, lingering in my ears.

In the end, I forced down my curiosity and sat down to work to free myself from these thoughts.

Before I knew it, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and I stretched out, got up from my seat, and glanced at the mysterious file again.

A few minutes later, while I was talking to Lao Zhong and eating, I saw that there was nothing on the leather bag except for the word "six".

Lao Zhong's phone has not been connected, and the prompt tone has been ringing in his ears, and he doesn't know where he has gone today.

Lao Zhong is very busy, at least busier than me, without his permission, I don't know what to do with this file, in the face of this unexpected appearance, I am both curious and a little scared.

At night, I live alone in my dorm room, and the computer screen flashes blue, which is the last time of my day, to put all the things that have been sorted into the computer.

However, in the light in front of me, my spirit seemed to be unable to concentrate on work, and an unintentional thought made me finally stop what I was doing.

I'm going to see what things are going to be in there, and if the old clock comes back the next day, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to touch them again; I didn't even have a chance to find out what was in Archive Six!

In this way, I made up my mind and began to carefully open this file, but my heart still couldn't help but thump, after all, what the consequences of doing this would be, I can't imagine.

Lao Zhong is very old-fashioned, and if it happens to him, I think he may send me directly to the judiciary.

Faced with such a possibility, I finally opened this file in my inner resistance, and there was a book about 16k in it.

I put the brown paper bag aside and took a deep breath to let myself off the tension I had just felt for a moment.

Driven by curiosity, I opened this thick notebook, and a series of black fonts on the notebook greeted me, like a closed space suddenly opened, making people feel instantly uncomfortable.

There was a smell of dampness on the paper, and the place where the cover was very thick, as if a layer of wood was sandwiched inside, and on the inside of the cover, there were several large and small ancient texts.

I didn't know much about them, so I just glanced at them, and they didn't seem to be neat, they seemed to be just a few words that the author had left unintentionally, and I don't even know if they have anything to do with the content inside.

Eyes leapt onto the page, and they begin to piece together the following story......

I don't know what it means to do that, and I don't know if I'm going to leave it there, to that department, but I just want to keep it and tell those who still take it for granted that there's more, too many layers, too many methods, and undocumented things that you can't see.

His story begins with a long history, and maybe I should tell you about the process, but that would be more complicated.

His mutation actually started a long time ago, but I didn't notice it at the time, and there were those things that even he had forgotten; information that you are not aware of.

These are the days when we settled down in Houtu City and began to recount what had happened in the Abyss, when everyone was there, and everyone was sitting together.

Thinking back to Yuyuan, I still have lingering palpitations, not knowing where I am, as if the world was disappearing, and I couldn't tell the direction in the darkness.

The only person around me who can understand what I said is her, she is my only bond, and she is also the person who will accompany me for the next time.

On this day, everyone was very happy, because we were back, and the black-robed elder decided to let me officially take over Houtu City, and gave me all the content of the opening of the mountain and the mission of the Demon Clan.

Just as he was accepting all this, the voice of Dun Qian came from the crowd, a layer of white hair grew on his body, he became crazy, he became irritable, and several people around him almost didn't hold him down.

When I walked up to him with a torch, I saw that on his skin, white hairs continued to grow wildly, and even covered his whole body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a few minutes, three or four centimeters had grown, making Dun Quan's whole person look like some kind of long-haired beast.

It was the most recent mutation, and I asked the elder to come and see it, and he said it was because there was something wrong with his soul, but he couldn't say what the problem was.

We tied him up with ropes and washed off the white fluff with the green water brought by the turtle.