Chapter 13: Silence
A few people walked to the wooden house, looked at the lonely wooden hut bun and said: "This place is very evil, far under the deep sea, but the woods are lush and the light is absolutely abundant, why is this happening?" β
What do I think to my heart, you school bully, you don't know how do we know? The monk and Da Zhuang's spirit is much better than mine, and the monk is holding a gun, while looking around, "Think about these dry eggs!" I can't guarantee Xu Fu's deal! You see, we came all the way just now, gold and silver treasures, stars and moons, plus a flying fairy, although the flying one is even uglier than you! I wonder when this is a head. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ infoβ
I looked up and saw the blue sea floating in the void, but there was a brilliant light cast in the blue. It's like a high-light searchlight cast on a football field at night, shining brightly on the huge world below.
I don't know what the principle is caused by this, but I think that with such a large-scale attainment, I don't think Xu Fu can do it. Moreover, the three overseas sacred mountains that have been analyzed by Baozi are very mysterious, and maybe they were built by alien creatures such as the ancestors of the Shu people!
"My stomach is numb all the way, I go up and ask if there is a pit in this wooden house!" Da Zhuang said as he grabbed his ass and went to the wooden house to investigate. The monk followed behind him and already had the guy in his hand, and I looked at the bun and followed.
The four of them carefully observed the surface of the wooden house, which was also brand new, but its attainments were somewhat classical, not like the style built by modern people, and I did not know much about architecture. However, the structure resembles a wooden house with a hard gable, with one main ridge and four vertical ridges. This kind of roof shape was very popular in ancient China, it is characterized by simple and simple structure, only the front and back slopes on the eaves, all made of straw shrubs, as long as the frame of the wooden house is built, then the remaining appearance is not a big deal!
With a "creak", Da Zhuang carefully pushed open the door, and the four of them walked into the wooden house. As soon as I walked in, I felt that this was a simple wooden house, but it was a small sparrow. I looked at all the living utensils, but they were all oil lamps, porcelain bottles, hats, stoves and other antiquities, the most strange thing was the bamboo shelf in the corner of the wall, on which were placed a scroll of bamboo scrolls, entering the hut made me feel like traveling back in time and space.
Da Zhuang looked around and said, "Damn, there is no pit in such a big house, I will go out to pick up some dry firewood, and by the way, soak!" β
I watched Da Zhuang run out with his ass between his legs and shake his head. The monk sat on a wooden bench and began to tinker with the bullets on his breech, and Baozi walked to the corner of the wall and carefully took out the ancient books to check. I observed the antiquities around me, and the pottery bottles in the corners of the wall were not as bright as those of modern times, and they should be relatively old. I walked all the way to the stove and looked at some of the dry firewood under it, which was still dark carbon, indicating that someone in this place should have used it, and it was not too long.
Turning to the wall on the other side of the room, there was a quaint portrait of a woman in fine costumes, with a curved skirt around the knee, the placket four or five layers around, and the hem enlarged. However, it is said that in ancient times, all women who wore deep clothes were wrapped around their waists very tightly, tied with a silk ribbon, and tied around their waists to outline an elegant figure, because the woman's face could not be seen from too far away, but I think the woman in this painting is somewhat familiar......
Squinting my eyes and walking step by step towards the mural on the wall, the face of the woman in the painting became clearer and clearer, until I stood close and saw the face of the person in the painting clearly, and the whole person's head buzzed with a 'boom', and exclaimed: "Huh? How can it be? How could it be ......"
My shout almost shook the bullet in the monk's hand to the ground. He muttered and touched his head, and when he saw my appearance, he wondered that I had walked over to me. Glancing at the painting on the wall, he suddenly hissed and said, "? How can your wife be in the painting? Crossed over! β
The three of us sat around the wooden table, and Da Zhuang was making dinner on the stove. I don't know how that sunlight outside is formed! Looking at the watch, it was already more than 7 o'clock in the evening, and this world also entered the night strangely. The rest of the time I stared at the quaint oil lamp on the table in a daze, and watched the grease slowly shrink by the firelight. When I thought that the woman in the palace dress in the painting was actually the same as my mother, these things were weird and I didn't know where to start, and I didn't know where to start analyzing.
Bao Ziza continued to teach there: "I think there are many strange places along the way, being besieged by a group of dolphins, and the flying sky that actually shouts the word 'Guiguzi' later, and the person in the painting here is actually the same as the proprietress of the Fang family, these few points alone are enough for us to be dizzy." β
I vaguely felt that what Baozi said was a little vague, and raised my head and said, "And when those dolphins attacked us, they didn't attack me at all." β
The monk laughed: "Look at your skin is more tender, I don't want to see the dolphins!" β
I rolled my eyes and tried to push it over. Baozi patted his head and took out a notebook and said to me: "That's right, bug!" This ancient dictionary is for you, this thing corresponds to the 'Xinhua dictionary', the content includes oracle bone inscriptions, big seals and small seals, with this thing, it will be much easier for you to check the big seal of the Qin State! β
I took the thick dictionary-like thing and flipped through a few pages, and it was indeed much easier to hold it and recognize the big seal or something. I wondered, "What are you doing for me?" Don't give the big strong and bald? β
Baozi rolled his eyes and said, "This team of people is higher than your IQ, and the sick beauty is slightly inferior." I was going to give it to you when I went to the Dragon Palace, after all, you helped me the most to study the mystery and uncover the mystery, as for the monk and Da Zhuang, they are simply brain-dead! β
When the monk heard the butt of the gun slammed on the table, he scolded: "What are you talking about grandma......
The explanation time of the bun lasted until more than 11 o'clock at night. In the end, the mysteries are still the mysteries. I don't know why the dolphins attacked our group. And the flying ghost will shout the three words 'Guiguzi' may be as we expected, maybe Feitian was raised by the people of Guigumen, and there is no evidence as to whether it was raised by Xu Fu. Regarding the last painting, my mother, according to Baozi's analysis, may be a very similar person in ancient times, and the calendar on the calligraphy and painting is in 220 BC, which is two years before Xu Fu went to sea for the first time in history.
After eating a few compressed cans and drinking some burnt knives, Da Zhuang's things are quite acceptable. It's just that the portions are very small, which is expected, after all, each of our team only carried a backpack when they escaped from the wreck, and the food and equipment were quite limited, not to mention how long we had to stay here in Guiruin, and the food could be saved. At night, after guessing boxing, it was decided that Da Zhuang would guard the first shift at the door for two hours, and I could sleep for a few hours at four o'clock in the morning.
Wrapped in a thick sleeping bag, I didn't feel sleepy at all, and next to me was a monk, and as soon as he lay down, he was silent. Usually this guy sleeps like he gets shot, and he screams and shoots. And today there is no strange sound at all.
It was pitch black in the wooden house, and there were no insects or trees around, and there was no movement at all from the big man who was keeping vigil outside the wooden house. This eerie, dead space sends chills down my heart. In the past few days, whether in W City or Nanjing, I have slept with the bald man and listened to his snoring, until he was not there that night in Qinhuangdao, and he was not used to this snoring for a while, so he also lost sleep that night. And now that he is sleeping next to him, there is still no movement at all, can it be said that snoring is also none? I secretly felt strange in my heart, and I didn't have the consciousness to wake him up. Did you wake up the bald man and say why the don't you snore? If that's the case, I'm going to be beaten for sure.
I began to think about one mystery after another in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more sleepy I became, and many mysteries weighed on my heart. Closing his eyes tightly, he counted the sheep one by one, trying to put himself to sleep.
I don't know what time it is? I still didn't feel sleepy, there was a dead silence in the wooden house, it was even darker outside the window, and there were no stars and moons in this space at the bottom of the sea, and the silence in all directions was depressing. It's so quiet! It's a dead silence! What a fucking cautious person. Whether it's a monk next to him or a bun farther away. They weren't even breathing, as if they weren't even breathing, weren't they? It's unusual to be so silent. As I thought about it, my heart began to beat wildly, and suddenly I noticed that something was approaching in the dark......