In the morning, I followed the old man to the library, the library here is not very large, three floors, the top floor is lined with some important books, in fact, it is a relatively old rubbing, these rubbings record the historical evolution of the generation in the southeast of Guizhou and the classics of ethnic minorities.

And the position of the old man is estimated to be an ordinary administrator, in fact, I don't know anything, but his position in the library is still quite powerful, so even if I go through the back door, I entered this position of a national civil servant on the first day without even an interview, which is simply impossible in the eyes of others.

After a series of formalities, I found an old man in an office on the second floor, like the first time we met, we began to introduce ourselves, his name is Gan Haihui, he was a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War, he could get 2,000 yuan a month, but he couldn't bear the loneliness, so he came here to do a quiet position.

When I heard this, I understood why this old man could live in a three-story house, and a caretaker had such unusual treatment in it.

This room is very large, obviously not an administrator can have, there are not many furnishings in the room, a kind of simple spectrum of beauty spread out, the old man's table is the color of yew is relatively ruddy, and after careful polishing, showing natural wood grain and color, said to be dark for a long time, and the shape is simple, a noble feeling to pave.

There is a low table next to the table, and there is a pair of root carved tea sets on the table, the root carving is the whole shape of cedar wood in the shape of an auspicious cloud, the color is bright, the wood grain is clear, and the root is carved on

I nodded and realized that I knew "Gan Lao, I don't have a name, I don't know where I came from, you can call me whatever you want in the future, I don't know how long I can be with you, I'm not a person who is suitable for the city, I want to find my existence, the meaning of my life." I sat in the leather chair and looked at the old man and said.

"Hmm," Gan Lao also curled up in the leather chair to put himself in a comfortable position, he looked at my mask, and said at the same time, "This is also what I need to know, so I will bring you with me, and I will take you to consult some ancient books to see if we can find the origin of your mask, and we can start from one place." ”

"Okay" I agreed, then picked up the cup on Gan Lao's table and drank a pot of tea for him, and served it with a half-bow.

"Hehehehe." Gan Lao took the water in my hand and smiled happily, "You are a good young man, you must have been an interesting person before." ”

"I also believe that I was an interesting person before, so I will thank you first." I bowed my head.

"Okay, you come with me, I also read some materials last night, your mask, the age is unknown, but the lines on the forehead should be the pan mantises, but they are just similar, I don't know if you have seen your mask, the pan cantis pattern is composed of a small snake with a bent snake, but you are not the first snake will not have wings, again such lines rarely appear on the mask, in the bronzes found in our country in recent years, Except for a mask hanging vessel unearthed in the countryside of Changsha, I really didn't know that there was such a mask. Lao Gan said to me as he walked, the library is not big, we walked a few corners in the corridor on the second floor and came to a door, he opened the door and made a gesture of invitation, and said at the same time, "And the lines on the cheeks of your mask are grain patterns, this kind of pattern can only be seen on the bronzes of the middle Warring States period, but one thing you have to pay attention to is that the lines I mentioned have never been seen on bronze objects such as masks." ”

I walked into the house, listened to Gan Lao's explanation, looked at this huge house, there were several storey high bookshelves everywhere, they stood in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and the morning sun outside the window was only a curtain apart, but the warm sunlight was still all over this house, from the door I was standing in front of the door to the first bookcase only a few steps away, and then one by one against the wall intervals, each interval there was a table, on the table there was a book, Gan Lao said that it was a booklet that recorded the pages of the book, so that it was convenient to continue reading.

Gan Lao led me to a bookcase, motioned for me to sit down, and then continued to me as he searched for something, "Let me describe this mask of yours. Long arms and a big mouth, eyes slightly narrowed, the whole face is in a tiger shape, this tiger type is a very old style, not the same as the current one, so you can't see, its ears are a little big, it is erect, and the expression is fierce, it seems that it should be made by the barbarian tribe. ”

"Is that so? That? I couldn't help but interject, "Then which barbarian tribe does this belong to?" Even so, it's a totem! So which ancient country is the totem? ”

"That's right, that's right, you know a lot, it's really a totem." Gan Lao took a book and said to me, "The totem of the ancient Dian Kingdom is a snake, and the ancient Shu Kingdom is an osprey, but what about a tiger?" I really haven't seen it, you wait a minute, I'll look for it. ”

"Yes, yes." I hurriedly excitedly said, "It's also a totem, and the shape of the mask is a tiger face, so as long as you find this, you will have a general direction." ”

"You can walk around." Gan Lao suddenly turned back to me and said to me.

"yes, I know." I nodded, and saw that he was holding a biography of the Southwest Yilie, which was one of the historical records, and it seemed that he was going to start with the ethnic minorities.

In this case, I simply sorted out my current thoughts, I took what the woman told me before, plus my own inference, and the clues I got now, a series of introductions to make a counter-reasoning, because the amount of information is too small, so it must not be so, in the middle I mixed some of my own thoughts so I came to such a conclusion.

I met the people of the so-called "Pangu" organization in a ruin, and after a series of conflicts, we hijacked their hovercraft and escaped, but something happened to me and my partner on the way, and then caused me to lose my memory and faint, and then I was put on this mask, and finally ran aground in the Qingshui River, I was rescued by Yang Shizhong of Miao Village, but my partner revealed his identity and had to flee alone, and then left me alone.

This is my own reasoning, and a lot of clues are needed to confirm the theories of various turning points, such as whether our door was released by the "Pangu" organization, or was it really us who hijacked their ship? So how did they get in touch with the outside world in a short period of time and find out where we we're going? And did we encounter an accident halfway and let me wear this mask, or did we encounter an accident first and hijack the hovercraft of "Pangu"? Finally, is my partner my partner or not? Why would he run away on his own without leaving a little lead for me?

But from the clues I got in the library now, all I had to do was find the source of this mask, go to the ancient ruins where I was masked, and find my origin, and everything could be unlocked.

I lifted the heavy curtains, and the sun poured in unscrupulously, flowing on my body, the rich fragrance of the sun, I sniffed deeply and waited.

That strange old man dug out my deepest soul.

The ultimate destination.

Time passed slowly, and it was noon in a blink of an eye, Gan Lao had changed from one bookshelf to another, so I couldn't find it all in a day, I probably had a number in my heart, that is, my mask was difficult to find out in history, or it could be that the dynasty and the nation were different! I tried to comfort myself, and it wasn't until the afternoon that Gan Lao got out of the pile of books and shook his head apologetically at me.

I stepped forward and said, "It's okay, if it's so easy to find out, I still won't believe it, let's go eat first." ”

"It's fine." He scratched at his gray hair and said in chagrin

At the same time, it is in one of the largest offices on the third floor of the library.

"Did you get something?" A middle-aged man stands in front of a transparent glass with red wine waiting to settle in his hand.

"Haven't gotten it yet. It should be on the way, though. An old voice came from the other end of the line.

"This document is fully deciphered?" The middle-aged man walked alone behind the huge floor-to-ceiling curtains, pulling his figure out of the shadow of his old age in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"No, you can find No. 48, I haven't contacted him for a long time, he has been lurking for so many years, he should have enough materials to decipher this thing." The voice on the other end of the phone was low: "I believe he can complete the decipherment of this ciphertext at the end of his life." ”

The middle-aged man didn't answer and looked at the glass at a 45-degree angle, which was filled with reddish-brown wine! He smiled slightly, casually smashed the wine glass against the large floor-to-ceiling window in front of him, and with a soft bell sound, the wine glass shattered, and a rich mellow aroma of aging came from the surface, "Good wine!" ”

"Your last name still hasn't changed." The voice on the phone said.

"The things you like, only in the period when you can't get them are the most attractive to you, just like this document, we waited too long, but when we were about to start, we were a little lost, hehe, do you say that people are very cheap?" The middle-aged man smiled, the corners of his mouth outlined a strange arc, and the red wine on the glass window reflected his evil face.

"Did you get it? You actually believe that Number 48 can decipher this document. ”

"I believe he is, after all, a professor of MLP at Brunel University in the UK, and he can learn so much more in the UK."

"Preferably! I'll mail it to you first, and you keep the original, and send it to him in copy, knowing that this thing is the only thing sent to us by the undead. ”

"Take advantage of the dead?" The middle-aged man sighed, "That's a good idea." ”

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door, followed by a voice that said, "Sir, your dinner." ”

"Got it? Push it on. ”

"I'll hang up first, kind of wait until I get back."

"No problem."

"Sir is getting busier and busier." The waiter of the cart opened the door and smiled.

"The documents have arrived, but there was a slight accident in the middle, and a few guinea pigs didn't know where they went." The middle-aged man turned his back to the door, and the setting sun outside the window sprinkled the last rays on him, as if gilded with a layer of golden brilliance, and slowly he picked up another cup on the table and lifted it.

A glass of wine, the afterglow in the brilliance.

The sterling silver body and enamel set off the wine glass, which corresponds to the afterglow of the sun, reflecting a dazzling light. The charm that has been passed through the centuries is evident at this moment. This is a 19th-century Russian sterling silver enamel cloisonné glazed gold-plated vodka glass. The pale red liquid swirled lightly in the cup with the swaying of the middle-aged man's wrist.

"Rammontrachet in 1986." The middle-aged man turned around, took a breath and muttered to himself, as if tasting the fragrance of his lover's body, and then he looked at the waiter who was still in arrears, and walked over to help him up with one hand, "Has the sensor responded?" ”

"Still no, maybe it's really dead, without the drive of body temperature, the chip will not send signals on its own."

"Is pomp and circumstance dead?" The middle-aged man sighed, "Those guinea pigs seem to want to annoy me." ”

"Wait, you must know that the sea of yellow springs is a place shielded from electromagnetic fields, and maybe the pomp is still in it." The waiter pushes a cart containing food on a plate of thin slices of toasted bread and slices of raw scallop meat, salted sprouts, sea urchins and grapefruits. "Plus, it's the first game of the day."

"There's no need for a starter anymore. One by one, my staples are out of my sight, and what else can I offer after eating the appetizer? The middle-aged man was a little angry, and his voice couldn't help but tremble.

"No need to be angry. The direction of Yanjing has been strictly guarded, and we will have people staring at every station to Yanjing, and there are already several groups of our people on the train, and for that poor fool, he is just catching a turtle in an urn. ”

"But a little." The middle-aged man held up a finger "Did he bring his mask himself, or." ”

"There's no way to know."

"So have you seen that mask, that mask?"

"I haven't seen it, and I heard from the people below that it looks like an animal, somewhat similar to a dog, but."

"Say." The middle-aged man turned to look at the waiter, "I want to hear your analysis." ”

"Yes, I don't have any analysis, I just wonder if the person wearing the mask is really "him?" "Aren't you afraid that someone will drop your bag halfway? Since those people have the ability to ambush "him" in places that we cannot reach? ”

"I know that. It's all for later, as long as you find them. ”

"Got it, I'll pursue it with all my might."

"Then don't think about it, anyway, what we got in the Sea of Yellow Springs has already come, and I want to know where the end of that sea is? Really, really want to. ”

"There's no need to worry." The waiter said, "If you don't drink, you may not know that there are some things that are done like wine tasting." There is no step from warm sake to drinking, and if you miss one step, it will be difficult to determine the true taste of sake, and you will miss the most enjoyable time period. Every time you drink, only this time is the most enjoyable, no need to be anxious, really, wait patiently"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man waved his hand and motioned for the waiter to sit down, and at the same time he sat on the sofa on the side of the house, he curled up on the sofa with a wine glass, plump, soft, and full of elastic feeling, wrapping his body all the time. "That's right, like this glass of Burgundy. If you don't wait for the smell of the wine to dissipate, the rich aroma will never be revealed. ”

"Well said, wait, lurk, torture. It's the process, it's like this wine. The middle-aged man picked up the glass and brought it close to his nose and took a deep breath. A small sip of red wine stagnate in the mouth, tumbling on the tongue, and a faint fragrance immediately lingers in it.

"The taste of wine." The middle-aged man leaned back on the sofa and waved his hand, and the waiter exited the door.

He was dressed in black, like a shadow, hiding everything under the broad brim of his hat, and his eyes only shone with a cunning light the moment he raised his head, like the fiercest falcon on the grassland, and the killing intent was inadvertently vented.

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