In the past, there was a chemistry teacher in the country, not a serious science teacher. www.biquge.info He is very humorous and often talks and laughs with students. One time during a casual conversation with us during class, he happened to mention a strange story he had heard, saying that in fact, long before Columbus, the ancient Chinese had circled the world with scriptures and drew a map of the world.

I wasn't interested in science at all, so I wasn't interested in what the teacher said, so I just listened to it, but I didn't expect it to come to my senses.

But at this time, I can't prove anything, at most it adds a touch of authenticity to this ancient map.

Feng Xin looked at this picture, and saw that he was a little worried, he was a cautious person, and he was not sure that he would not export at will. It seems that the focus is still on the lack of pages, and the rest of the entire paragraph is missing except for the names of Su Hui and Shennong who don't know what to know at the beginning.

When I saw that all the clues were about to be connected, I could break it off at this point. The Helu Book is missing pages, and even the ancient map spelled out is incomplete, and there is no way to deduce the intersection or location of entering the flower wall.

Several of us were in a state of confusion, locked in a stalemate, and even our morale was a little low.

I was annoyed when a crazy thought popped me up and asked, "Do you have that old camera with you?" It's the one I found in the stone path." I'm talking indirectly, I'm embarrassed to say that I snatched it from someone else.

"Yes, yes, you have something in mind, right?" She looked suspicious and pulled open her bag and pulled out a simple camera bag.

"Yes, I have an idea......

Ziche shook his hand at me and said, "If there is a way, let's talk about it first."

I paused and said, "...... Didn't the last group of people go to the flower wall? The camera must have been hung on the photographer's chest or back, and it seems that this camera was the only one who had ever been to the scene, not only going in but also coming out......

"Do you think it will have a memory?" I asked, pointing to the camera.

Feng Xin knew what I was going to do as soon as he heard it, and immediately asked, "Do you want to see the memory of this camera?"

Actually, I'm also very confused, since I was a child, I have never taken the initiative to explore the memory of objects. Let's not mention the old camera in the basement, Hou Yi's bow and arrow I think it should be a strong relationship between its own agility, so I accidentally saw it. After all, that bow and arrow can be regarded as the possession of the ancient gods, and it should be much more conscious.

"I don't know, I didn't think too much about it, my intuition should have seen it, right?" While saying this, I was also a little hesitant.

But now we can't think of a second way other than that. Feng Xin didn't take the initiative to mention the other things recorded in the Helu book, which means that he hasn't solved it yet, and the flower wall in the black and white photo can be said to be the location with the most clues at present.

"Just let me try." I pursed my lips, and somehow my gut told me that the camera could give me the answer.

Seeing that the other two didn't make a sound, he pushed the camera directly in front of me.

I hesitated, silently picked up my camera, held my breath, and turned my right eye to the viewing window...... Please pray in your heart that way, and if you know the entrance to the flower wall, please tell me by all means.

The picture of the viewing window is it?? The three of them sat in front of them, and nothing changed.

I looked at it for a while, but I still couldn't see anything. The heart said, sure enough, it was not as simple as I imagined, and just as I wanted to give up and take the camera away from my eyes, the picture seemed to flicker.

I gasped, my muscles tensed, and I desperately looked into the viewing window, hoping to put my eyeballs on the whole.

"What do you see?" Qian Yu asked nervously on the side.

Ziche raised his hand and made a quiet gesture towards Qianyu.

I focused on the image in front of me, and it flickered badly, like the noise of a broken TV. After a few seconds, some blurry images began to appear, and after skimming over a few clips, I found that the memory presented by this camera was jumpy, only the image and no sound.

The whole picture shook so much that I was dizzy to watch. And the viewing angle is noticeably low, sometimes in color and sometimes in black and white. I understand that this is because the camera is hanging on my chest, as if I am looking at an unedited document**.

After a while, the picture was more stable, and it got out of the jump mode and entered the playback state.

At this moment, I think this camera really has a soul, it is answering my question, and the scene jumping in front of me is that it is searching for its memory. When it found it, it showed it to me.

It took me a little time to get used to the heavily shaky shot, which also showed a few people walking in front of me, some long shadows shifting from time to time, and it seemed that the photographer was sandwiched in the middle of the line, and they were marching in a mountain forest.

The picture then cuts to a gravel road, which is paved with irregularly shaped rough rocks, and green moss grows in the cracks between the stones. The stone paving is high and low, and two grooves are specially designed.

Seeing this picture, I couldn't help frowning and wondering, I have an image of the specifications of this kind of pavement, I have seen it in the class of world art history, ** The pavement of the groove is used for horse-drawn carriages, and it can also take into account the function of the drainage channel when it rains, and it is not easy for people to get wet when they walk on the higher stone surface.

After walking along the stone path for a short time, the image began to flicker rapidly, revealing what appeared to be a small local market, and the weather was very clear, and people were leisurely wandering the streets, vendors selling home-grown fruits and vegetables and some daily necessities. And the faces of the people in the market with deep eyes and high noses confirmed my confusion just now.

I don't know which nationality they are, the faces of the West are all similar to my senses, but at least it proves that these people are no longer anywhere in China.

The picture lingers on the vendors who are buying and replenishing their stocks.

Then the picture jumps to a mobile vendor selling ice in a cart in the shade of a tree, and there are several children in the queue, and among them is a little boy with black hair, who suddenly turns his head, his eyes wide open, and looks straight to the photographer's position with curiosity.

The child's face frightened me fiercely, and at the same time, I instantly understood the meaning of "Su Hui".

As soon as his stomach tightened, he let go of his hand in an instant, and he was sluggish for a while.

The sub-car quickly picked up the camera and snapped his fingers in front of my eyes.

I snapped back to my senses, staring at the camera that I had almost smashed to pieces, all the blood frozen in the second the boy turned around.

I, actually saw myself.

To be precise, I saw me, a six-year-old man, queuing in front of the vendor waiting to buy ice. It's a very weird and wonderful feeling, looking at myself, and I was still my own child.

That year, my mother took me and a few relatives and friends to go abroad for the first time, the first stop was Italy, after which we went inland, through the Anglo-French Undersea Tunnel and then came back from the UK. But I was very impressed by this memory of buying ice, my mother didn't allow me to go too far from her during the trip, and I stole money to buy ice that time.

I carefully recalled the past little bits, my eyes couldn't help but drift to the basement door, took a breath to give the car a grateful look, and took the camera.

Thought, is this why you're willing to share your memories with me? Because we're not meeting for the first time?

Bring the camera back to your eyes again, and a few seconds later, another image jumps out of the viewing window. This time it was a row of strange buildings, with several arches side by side, which were so badly damaged that it was impossible to tell what they had done in the first place. After passing through this arch, I was breathtakingly beautiful inside.

Surrounded by arches, there is a tranquil garden, with stone benches and walls covered in ivy, and the garden is almost submerged in the verdant nature, even though the whole garden is overgrown with weeds, it still looks elegant.

In the center of the garden, there is a temple-like sacrificial platform or small stage, and the six stone pillars standing on the platform are now less than half of them, and the exquisite carving of the base of the stone pillars can be imagined as the past glory of this garden.

Walking up the ladder below, there is a small circular pond in front of you, surrounded by a variety of flowers, and on both sides there are a large row of laurel trees.

The whole garden is symmetrical, from the flower beds in the corners to the tree planting, which shows the ingenuity of the people who arranged the garden.

Walk through the garden pool to the front of a wall, and at the foot of the wall, there is a semicircular spring outlet about the size of a bathtub with a quilt on the edge of the wall.

At this point, the picture stopped for a few minutes, and finally the whole thing was put away, and it was replaced by Feng Xin's face, and I waited for another minute or two to make sure that it was not the picture that jumped, but really stopped appearing.

I put down my camera, cleared my throat, and "it's over......

Feng Xin and Ziche also looked at me with blank eyes, and Qian Yu couldn't wait to ask, "What did you see?"

"Hmm...... I'm afraid you'll call me insane."

"If you say it first, I'll have a chance to scold you." Qian Yu shouted and urged??。

I couldn't believe what I had just seen, but the memory of buying ice was so real.

For a moment, "...... Pompeii." I whispered a few words, and my eyes scanned the three people in front of me, "Pompeii...... The one that was drowned in Vesuvius ash."