I was driven out of the house, and I smelled a pungent smell of gasoline, and soon a fire surrounded the house. Yes, they burned the whole house, and the fire lasted for two or three hours, and there was a smell of burnt paste everywhere, and the bronze coffin was pulled out again in the mess.

Several large basins of cold water were poured on the coffin one after another, and there were bursts of green smoke with "squeak, squeak", and the group of men banged the coffin with iron rods, accompanied by the knocking sound of "dong dong", followed by the tearing sound of "squeak, squeak, squeak".

The burnt black bronze coffin was parked in the clearing, and several men armed with crowbars stood on either side, the coffin was placed in the dead and then sealed with copper water, almost invulnerable. The only way is to expand and shrink the heat by using fire to heat the bronze and then cool it with cold water, taking advantage of the metal's fragility is the best way to open it.

I think the Lord who slept in it was probably already cooked by this time, and he was burned by the fire for an hour, isn't this any different from a barbecue on an iron plate?

After a beating, the exquisite bronze object had been torn apart, and to them, it was just a coffin. I was watched by a few people, and from a distance I saw someone pulling things out of the coffin with hook-like things, and then putting them in black bags.

After doing this, Yuan Xiaobai was escorted down the mountain by a person, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes when I saw her pass in front of my eyes. Before parting, she glanced back, the corners of her mouth moved, maybe she wanted to say something, but she still left me after all.

I couldn't do anything about it, I watched as she almost died in front of me......

Many days later, I was here, and no one would have imagined that there would be such modern buildings in this deep mountain, from swimming pools to movie theaters. There are a lot of people here, they are in a hurry every day, and the people here don't have names, only code names, and mine is code name: 1982.

The man who brought me had a name, his name was "Hurricane", and he was said to be one of no more than ten people here who had a Chinese code name. The person who manages us, that is, the boss code name in their mouth: Black Dragon, we call him Dragon Ye, but people like the Qian family did not appear here, I was assigned to a dormitory with Hurricane, in his words, I was found by him, and I am his person.

Tempest is a different kind of thing here, and he can talk from morning to night, but I've never heard him say what he used to do. Every morning we would be gathered at the restaurant for roll call, and after breakfast, everyone would go their separate ways, no communication, no trouble. All exits here are guarded, and no one can leave the camp without the permission of the Black Dragon.

After about half a month of doing nothing, I was finally named.

"1982, the black dragon wants to see you!" Then I was escorted through the reinforced passageway, which is a Chinese-style garden, imitating the Suzhou style, with rockeries, ponds, covered bridges and pavilions.

There was a man sitting in the pavilion, enjoying his tea, and a game of Go was placed in front of him, and I didn't really see this man for the first time after he motioned for me to sit down.

I've never had much understanding of the word "handsome", but I have to admit that the man in front of me really fits the word very well. Three-dimensional facial features, deep eye sockets, a stubble of stubble on the sharpened chin, thin lips with just the right width, and slightly pale skin make people feel indescribably comfortable.

He looked up at me and made a plea.

I shook my head, I don't know how to play Go, my master once taught me: don't touch the things you are not good at.

He smiled, then got up and turned his back and said, "Do you know why I agreed to bring you back?" ”

"I don't know." I'm honest with me, but I actually want to say: do I have a choice?

He turned to look at me, then pulled out a picture and put it on the table, saying, "Look at it first, and then tell me what you think." ”

The photograph shows a circular artifact with characters on the surface of the artifact, with a total of four lines of four characters in each row. The form of the character is somewhat similar to the rune we use at home, but it does not belong to the insect and bird text, to be honest, the character of the Taoist priest is the heavenly script, even I don't understand what it means, but the specific character has to use that kind of word, which is passed down by the master by mouth. The total number of runes used by our Tianzheng Dao is one hundred and eight, and all the runes and incantations are combined with these one hundred and eight characters, and the writing and pronunciation of each character are completely different, and it has nothing to do with any of the words recorded, and it is unique.

I think the plate is also a bronze object, and the size is not distinguishable from the photograph, but I can confirm that it is an antiquity.

"I'm not interested in it, so I don't have any ideas."

"But I'm very interested in it, and in 1982, I'm sure you'll understand it, I'll give you time, and I'll look for you again in three days." With that, I was already being set up, and the black dragon gently slipped the picture into his pocket and said to me, "Help me decipher these characters, I'm sure you can do it." ”

Believe I can do it? Why should you trust me? Why should I decipher it again?

I was brought back into the house, and by the time I entered, the wind had gone, leaving the empty room alone. The room had obviously been moved, and everything except a table and a stool was gone, including **. Fortunately, my own things are still there, and these people are determined to force me.

The hateful thing about this room is that the light switch is controlled from the outside, which means that I can't decide whether the light bulb is on or not, and the hundred-watt incandescent light above my head makes my eyes uncomfortable, and I am afraid that I will not be able to rest.

On the table, I looked at the picture in a daze, I really didn't know the words. If you don't let me sleep, I'll meditate.

Someone brings me food every day, and I don't know what time it is outside, so I can only judge by the point where they deliver it. Because it was the ninth time I had been fed, I figured it was the third day, and I hadn't slept in three days, and the fatigue made me start to double my vision.

Staring at that photograph, I had a trance: when I traveled back thousands of years, a picture appeared in my mind: in a holy priesthood, there was a richly dressed but masked man standing at the top of the altar, holding a round object in one hand and sighing to the sky, singing an unknown song in his mouth.

Countless believers bowed their heads and bowed, and a light gauze palanquin was slowly carried into the ground, and everywhere they went, the world cheered. The sedan chair came to the altar, lifted the curtain, and out of the sedan chair came a wonderful woman, but unfortunately her head was covered with a thin veil, and her face could not be seen clearly. The woman walked up the stairs and slowly walked to the man in the ornate clothes, and fell to one knee.

The man in Chinese clothes handed over the round object in his hand to the masked woman, and the woman fell to the ground, and at this time two shirtless men in hardcover armed with knives and axes came up. The man helped the woman up, and the big knife in the other person's hand slashed like the wind, and the moment the head left the body, the other man caught it for the first time, and her body gushed blood like a fountain.

Her head was brought to the man in the splendid clothes, and I saw that the head's mouth was closed against the ears of the man in the rich clothes, no more, no less, exactly sixteen strokes. Then, the head didn't move anymore, as if she had completed her mission, the man in Chinese clothes waved his arm and said "Ula" in his mouth, and suddenly the crowd below boiled, and the whole scene fell into a crazy situation......

"Suddenly" a headache pulled me out of the wandering mood, I looked at the photo on the red slowly began to retreat, I rubbed my eyes vigorously, presumably at the moment my eyes are also red......

The woman? And the thing she was holding in her hand, I snapped into the photo and it seemed that the two were so similar!

met the black dragon again, and he was still a cup of tea and a game of chess.

He dropped a sunspot and said, "A little faster than I expected, tell me what you saw?" ”

"A woman, a head, a grand priesthood, and that disc." I don't think I need to hide anything from him.

"Women?" He frowned, "Are you sure it's a woman?" ”

"It should be." I didn't have a 100% answer because I didn't have to make any guarantees to him.

"You've exceeded my imagination." He paused and said, "You come with me, and I'll take you to see something." ”

"It's the plate, isn't it?" I asked.

"Very smart......