With some hesitation, I looked up at them and asked for their opinions. Wang Zhen spread his hands indifferently and said: "I don't think there's anything wrong with this plan, so I will do as he said: let's fly to Beijing, find a café and talk to him about the ancient scriptures, and when we are done, we will go back to our own homes and find our mothers, will it be difficult for him to follow our four old men?" ”

Wang Linshuo rubbed his chin and pondered: "Actually, I'm more interested in this surname, and I want to see what this person who is weird in terms of name and major will be." Beijing is so crowded that even if he tries to follow us to find out something, I'm afraid he will lose it. Why don't we go tomorrow? ”

As soon as he talked about going far away, Zhang Siyuan's interest rose, his eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Even if this kid is unkind and unjust, and leaks the matter to some departments, it's nothing, at most, it is to confiscate the ancient scriptures and re-educate them, we didn't steal or rob, and we are not tomb robbers, what are you afraid of?" ”

When the matter was decided, Wang Zhen and Wang Linshuo were responsible for booking round-trip train tickets, while Zhang Siyuan sat in the back seat of the car with Erlang's legs crossed, took out a bag of melon seeds from his pocket like magic, and slid his mobile phone while gagging and grubbing. I was driving and sorting out my thoughts, and when I was thinking about what to say when I saw him, a flash of lightning struck my head and I shouted, "No, you can't go to a café, you should find a tea house with a private room!" ”

The dead inscription had no objection to the place or time I had agreed, and insisted on inviting us to dinner. Zhang Siyuan joked: "Let's book a hotel far away from the teahouse, or it is very likely that we will meet him at the door of the hotel, it will be very embarrassing." ”

At 11 a.m. the next day, we squeezed out of the Beijing station with an unusually crowded crowd. In front of me are people of different costumes and large and small luggage, and in my ears are a strong Beijing flavor mixed with local dialects. Zhang Siyuan struggled to sort out his crooked clothes, and said helplessly: "It's not a special holiday, why are there so many people?"

Since the agreed time was 6 p.m., we decided to go back to the hotel to rest first. Wang Linshuo sat on the bed, sorting out the slightly messy ancient scriptures, Zhang Siyuan stood by the window, unconsciously pulling the curtains with one hand, staring blankly at the towering roof in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

I walked over and patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What's the point, you're in a daze, you're depressed." ”

He came back to his senses, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and smiled lightly: "It's nothing. I just remembered that when I was in college, my first love and I came to Beijing for a tour, and because we didn't have enough money, we had to squeeze into a small dilapidated room in the basement. ”

I was secretly surprised, I thought that this guy didn't have any emotional experience, but I didn't expect to be able to open a room with my first love in college. I wanted to ask them how they were doing, but when I thought about it, the fact that he was still single already said it all. I sighed inwardly, patted him on the shoulder, and sat on the bed with Wang Linshuo carefully separating the scriptures that were glued together.

In order to miss the rush hour, we deliberately went out twenty minutes early. As I sat in an empty but elegantly decorated private room, I looked up at my watch and saw that there was still half an hour before the appointed time. Zhang Siyuan, who was originally slumped in the chair like a rag, suddenly straightened his back, knocked on the table and said, "Don't play with your mobile phone, hurry up and say your lines, do you want to make an embarrassing situation when you meet Chen Ni?" ”

My nerves tensed all of a sudden, and I hurriedly said, "Yes, this is necessary." Well, if he asks how he got it, you'll say we're an amateur archaeological team that stumbled upon it in the desert. Because we are from a historical background, compared to the Buddhist scriptures, the unknown secrets of the small country of the West Night make us more curious. ”

Zhang Siyuan sneered: "This setting is a bit difficult, Ershuo is okay, with our level of historical knowledge, a sentence or two of the dead inscription can make us show our flaws." ”

I said angrily: "You can't talk less, listen to him, as the saying goes, if you talk too much, you will lose." ”

Wang Zhen grinned and said, "Why don't we use the whole pseudonym, your name is Zhang Kuan, and his name is Wang Guang......

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a gentle knock on the door behind him three times. He immediately stopped, his eyes fixed on the wooden door. I glanced at my watch, and said to myself, this is not the appointed time, why did he come so early, and he didn't even give me time for the lines. The people outside the door were a little anxious, and knocked a few more loudly, Zhang Siyuan cleared his throat, glanced at us, and shouted, "Please come in!" ”

The door was gently pushed open, and a man of medium stature and appearance in his twenties appeared in front of us. He wore the most ordinary gray sweatshirt and jeans, with an ordinary little flat head that will never be remembered again at a glance, with a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses and slightly thick lips. I was disappointed at one glance at him, both in appearance and temperament, and he was the kind that you couldn't find if you threw him into the crowd.

He frowned slightly, looked at us suspiciously, and asked, "Are you waiting for the death inscription?" ”

Wang Linshuo nodded, his expression relaxed, flashed into the room, closed the door tightly, and squeezed out a restrained smile. Sit down and look at us. I hurriedly stretched out my arm and introduced, "My name is Zhang Huan, and I am the one who chatted with you on WeChat." His name is Zhang Xiangjin, his name is Wang Xi, his name is Wang Hanwang, these are all members of our archaeological team, and I am the captain. They are particularly interested in the ancient scriptures and have asked to take them with them when they have asked to see you many times. ”

When they heard their new names, they all stared at me with frowns and flames in their eyes. I ignored their eyes and squeezed a smile at the dead inscription. The dead inscriptions looked at the past one by one, and said with a friendly smile: "Are Wang regret and Wang Hanwang brothers?" But you don't look alike. ”

Zhang Siyuan lowered his head and held back a smile, Wang Linshuo rolled his eyes helplessly, I said in my heart This dead inscription really can't speak, so I have to pick on my name, and ask such a sensitive question. Wang Zhen pretended to wave his hand easily: "Ah, we are indeed brothers, I am my brother." As for the question of appearance, we are not born of the same mother. ”

Wang Linshuo's face darkened suddenly, and Zhang Siyuan and I all lowered our heads and pretended to play with our mobile phones, but we were actually grinning secretly. Wang Linshuo posted a bunch of emojis in the WeChat group of the four of us to damage me and Wang Zhen, and before I could fight back, I listened to the death inscription and continued: "Let me ask one more question, did you find this thing in the desert?" Which desert is it? ”

I hesitated and said, "Taklamakan Desert." ”

He sighed, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the album to show us, which was densely packed with small characters. He frowned and said, "There are too many doubts in the ancient scriptures you have found, I doubt them...... It was forged by later generations, and those weird stories were added by later generations arbitrarily. ”

Wang Zhen snorted very loudly, and was about to refute when he opened his mouth, but was stopped by the death inscription. He said solemnly: "Wang regret, you wait a minute, I'll give you a list of suspicious points." First, how can there be Catholic texts in ancient Buddhist scriptures? You are from the archaeological team, I don't need to say much about the history of the West Night, just ask, the West Night was a small country during the Han Dynasty, right? ”

He stared at me intently, though I wasn't sure, but nodded so as not to show his feet. He raised his voice and said, "That's a problem!" You must know that Catholicism was founded in the Middle Ages, during the Ming Dynasty, so the question is, how can such a small country that fell in the Han Dynasty have something in the scriptures that have been handed down nearly a thousand years later? ”

Zhang Siyuan couldn't help but gasp lowly, the dead inscription didn't seem to notice his flaws and my expression, and continued to say suspiciously: "It stands to reason that you should have discovered this suspicion a long time ago, but why didn't you bring it up...... Forget it, this is not the biggest suspicion at all, I have something I want to show you. ”

He took out a palm-sized notebook from his backpack, opened it, pointed to the Sanskrit and Chinese characters on it, and said, "There are still a few words like this hidden in Sanskrit: Moistening the footer with water will make new discoveries; Roast this page over a fire and you'll find strange things. He snapped the notebook shut, clicked on his phone again, and showed us a photo, "This is one of the hundreds of pages of the ancient scriptures you sent me." I studied it for a long time, and finally determined that there was something hidden in this page of the ancient scriptures. Because I am afraid that you will say that I am talking nonsense, I am afraid that you will not be willing to destroy cultural relics, and I am afraid that the communication on WeChat will not be good, so I solemnly decided to fly to the place where you are to discuss with you. ”

I couldn't hear his words clearly, my ears were buzzing, and my heart was beating even more violently. At that time, because of the quantity, I didn't calm down at all to look at them one by one, but just glanced at them a few times. This one is estimated to be mixed in the middle, and the average person can't remember what is in the middle when learning to remember.

Wang Zhen grabbed the mobile phone, zoomed in and looked at it carefully, and said with a gloomy face: "There seems to be a black thing inside, I don't know what it is......"

I stared at the photograph with wide eyes and for a long time realized that under the dense black text, which was curled like an earthworm, there was something half the size of a palm, which seemed to be a very thin piece of paper.