As the mystery of identity is about to come out, my mind has not been idle in the past few days, I am the "future factor" that the prophet could not predict, this very special identity means that my experience of more than 20 years has a terrible other side, all the qiē was deliberately premeditated at the beginning, until Gu Guangming and I were tied together, becoming a bomb buried deep by 083 to interrupt the purpose of the prophet's inheritance.

I don't want to be suspicious of my parents, Qin Weiguo's style of acting also determines that they can't know this big secret, they must all rely on 083 to weave a perfect lie to sustain it, before I find out the truth, I decided not to try to contact everyone, maybe they are running away from me, and I don't know how to face them.

I finally fidgeted and waited for Qin Weiguo. In fact, I have no curiosity, I just want the truth to come out, so that I can reorient myself, the taste of losing myself is really unbearable, and I have to make a final effort to try to get rid of the future fate that is completely bound by him.

After this time, my outlook on life changed completely. At the same time, I also understood that my previous efforts to break free seemed to be in the wrong direction, the world is no longer that world, life is no longer my own life, Qin Weiguo did not completely unravel the mystery, but spent an afternoon using his experience to tell me what is the real fate. Things need to go back to the beginning, starting with the ancient tomb in Vietnam in 1979.

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The makeshift patchwork of lights reflected the center of the roof of the coffin, but it could not offset the oppressive feeling brought by the weirdness. Qin Weiguo curled up on the side of the cold bronze coffin, as if leaning on his father's warm embrace, so that he would have a slight sense of security, witnessed everyone's death, and personally put Professor Ma into the bronze coffin that had been waiting for a thousand years, he collapsed in an instant, and there were no tears.

Later, he believed that being able to recover his sanity from that environment was not only a super psychological endurance and endurance, but also a talent and a sudden sense of mission. Although his hands were still trembling uncontrollably, Qin Weiguo's mind was clearer than ever, and he slowly opened the notebook that Professor Ma had been recording in the last hours of his life.

The handwriting is sloppy, the ranks and columns are messy, prehistoric characters and simplified Chinese characters appear alternately, and the two cultural symbols that have been inherited in the same vein have collided together again after 10,000 years, Qin Weiguo suppressed the excitement in his heart, looked at the large and small question marks all over the page, gently closed the notebook, and closed his eyes.

It is reasonable to save zài, no matter how fixed the worldview in his mind is, he must now accept the fact that there are "prophets" in the world, Qin Weiguo first spent more than half an hour immersing himself in it, prophets are able to predict the future, with the basis of this cognition, whether it is the annihilation of the two archaeological teams before and after as martyrs, or the accidental death of Professor Ma, it is all reasonable, except for the ......

Qin Weiguo opened the notebook left by Professor Ma again, looked at the biggest question mark on the first page, and nodded secretly, this question mark was typed after the words "Common Era", and Professor Ma had sketched it several times with a pen. He and Professor Ma thought together, if the entire cave wall text could be regarded as a "chronology" of the prophet's prediction of the afterlife, then ......

Qin Weiguo completely understood, yes, that is the year of the Common Era, the time code expressed in binary, and the biggest doubt is that the year of the Common Era is used. The prehistoric civilization that created and evolved abstract writing must have its own mature calendar and chronological method, and its record cannot be deliberately based on the premise that future generations can understand it, and the appearance of the Common Era is definitely not the intention of the ancients. The people who can use oracle bone inscriptions may not be Shang Dynasty people, but they may also be modern people, and the same is true for prehistoric writing, and the appearance of prehistoric writing does not necessarily mean that these handwriting comes from prehistory. If you are able to skillfully use the A.D. era and know exactly what is happening now, there is only one impossible possibility left, and that is ...... It comes from the future.

This thought that had to come out made Qin Weiguo's mind instantly confused, and he decided to put it down for a while, and then calmly lit the first cigarette.

Qin Weiguo emptied his mind, his attention focused on the two fingers of the cigarette steadily, the red cigarette butt did not tremble at all, he knew that he had passed the most important level in his life, from the big break to the big stand, this is a kind of Zen machine close to epiphany.

Halfway through the cigarette, Qin Weiguo's thoughts surged like a flood breaking through a dam, and he clearly grasped the two most important parallel main lines, the first of which was a "prophet" framed more than a thousand years ago, and the prophet aimed at Professor Ma, who was the first to try to unravel the mystery of prehistoric civilization, and prepared a rich funeral for him. And the other main line is the future that takes place in the future, how many years later, the future people who have mastered the prehistoric script, a series of information that is urgently needed to be conveyed to the modern age, using a technology that is unimaginable in modern times to travel through time, painting the handwriting on the walls of the cave in an even earlier age, and ...... Qin Weiguo gradually believed that only he would survive, and these handwritings were left for himself.

"Bang bang", the dull sound was particularly harsh in the quiet coffin, as if it was in Qin Weiguo's heart, he shivered, the sound came from the flap of the closed roof of the coffin, he put on the gas mask steadily, arched his body and walked to the interface of the upper and lower floors, and opened the flap.

Qin Weiguo was still taken aback, an almost rotten face arched up from below, and he had completely lost the appearance of a "person", he couldn't tell who this person was, so he subconsciously dragged him up, and then turned around and covered the flap. Qin Weiguo had seen the poison gas mechanism of the ancient tomb, and knew that although this person was still struggling, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours, he would not survive after all.

A hissing sound came from his throat, "Help me...... Or...... Kill me......" tone was full of desperation. Qin Weiguo's heart was cold to the bottom, not only did he see a life disappear again, but he knew that as one of the twelve people in the lower tomb, this person was still alive for the time being, which meant ...... The twelve "human martyrdoms" mentioned in the inscription on the cave wall have not yet been completed, and he doesn't know how long this person will last, and he suddenly finds that he can't be sure that before this person dies, the twelfth human martyrdom will happen to him......

Qin Weiguo did the most cruel thing in his life, he strangled the survivor with his own hands and vomited heavily...... Ten minutes later, Qin Weiguo's hands were trembling, he threw away his gloves and lit a second cigarette.