I need to recall what happened in these few tens of minutes: Shen's mother, who was lying in the coffin, guided me to find my No. 72 treasure cabinet with a note, and found another suicide warrant, a pistol. And that pistol became my key to open the door to memories of the past, reminding me of a video and a phone number. I remember that number very well, it is the mobile phone number that I used to dream about in my dreams: 18601520620. Until then, I couldn't remember where the number came from, and I didn't know that the 0 at the end should appear between those two numbers, but now I finally figured out that the 0 should appear at the end, not by rote memorization of my brain, of course, but by the palm-sized Italian-made pistol in the treasure chest. Why does this pistol bring back to life the memories that died in the abyss of the mind? I can sue you, because you are only an outsider, even if you know the secret of that gun, you will not use it to threaten my life. Now, then, I will sue you—because this is the same gun that the black youth used to kill my teacher in the red maple forest—Professor Lee's gun, which I had been hiding with me, and was going to use it to avenge my teacher when I found the murderer. Perhaps, there are many things in our life that we will forget, the numbers in our bank accounts, the attractions we have visited, the books we have read, the friends we have made, the things we have done, the knowledge we have learned, etc., may all disappear in the winds of time, but our hatred for a person will never disappear, so. There are too many revenge plans going on in this world, but they are all hidden in the shadows and cannot be seen by ordinary people. And so. When I saw the evil pistol at a glance, the sense of revenge that had been hidden in my mind for a long time was like a buoy in deep water, and as soon as it met the air, it jumped out of the sea with a "puff" and jumped to the top.

Now, I'm so angry with the black young man that I'm even breathing a little short, but. The face of the black young man is blurred, and he can only think of her being tall and thin, and she is not dressed decently. As for the eyebrows, nose, eyes, mouth...... As long as it's on the face, I can't remember it clearly, like a portrait that was originally clear and the face has been inexplicably gouged out.

Speaking of which. You won't believe it. Where the black youth is in the red maple forest, I can't tell for a while. I know that there are red maple forests in Africa, on the east coast of Australia, in New Zealand, and even in Northern Europe. In short, I can't decide on a specific location.

What I can identify now is that my teacher's surname is Li. He was a university professor, and he told my good friend that his surname was Fan. is called Fan Changlong, and Fan Changlong's phone number is 18601520620. This is too important to me, this person is holding an ancient painting given by Professor Li in his hand. But is that old painting the same thing as the one I stole from me?

I carefully put the piece of paper in my pocket, put my phone in my trouser pocket, closed the case with a pistol and bullets, held it in my hand, closed the door of cabinet 72, and locked it with the key. To be honest, there was nothing in there, but he locked the door carefully, because that little compartment, only thirty centimeters square, was once filled with my longings. Although it is empty now, I still see it as spiritual sustenance, a kind of psychological dependence that cannot be escaped.

Xuan Xuan and I went to the second floor and found the room where I used to live very easily. In the past, I was the only one living in that room, and for the past three years, because I have been absent for many years, it has been occupied by the new children, and there are two rows of high and low beds in it, just like the iron frame beds that everyone lives in at school. But my things were locked in a tin cabinet behind the door. Of course, I don't have the key anymore, it was the dumb Aunt Zhu who opened it for me. I found an olive green mountaineering outfit inside, and used it to replace the "gangster outfit" that originally belonged to Fan Xiaoxiao. Actually, there were other clothes in the tin cabinet, but I only chose this hiking suit for two reasons, one was because of personal preference, and the other was because it had many pockets that could hold the old-fashioned Nokia phone that Shen's mother left me, the pistol, and nearly 100 rounds of ammunition.

I remembered what Shen's mother wrote on the note: There is a killer by your side, leave Golden Town immediately! Thinking of when he would be able to come back this time, he wanted to bring more clothes, and when he saw a shoulder bag in the wardrobe, he pulled a few more clothes and stuffed them into the bag.

I picked up my bag and was about to go out, but I saw Aunt Zhu walk in, pull my sleeve, and come to the room at the end of the corridor, where there is a wardrobe, a bed, and a table, chair, bench, etc. There was also a nylon rope between the two walls of the room, and a few clothes worn by the old man were lit. I recognize this as Aunt Zhu's apartment. Aunt Zhu has followed Shen's mother for many years, has no other relatives, regards the orphanage as her home, and eats and lives in the orphanage. She pulled a sign out of the desk drawer and placed it in the palm of my hand.

I saw that the sign was a stainless steel circle, with a line of English characters engraved on the edge of the circle: Theinternationalconservationorganization, and in the center of the circle was a pair of hands holding a Warring States wine lord. When I read the meaning of the English language carefully, it turned out to be: the International Organization for the Conservation of Cultural Heritage, and found that there was an English letter and a string of numbers written at the end of the English: P11937, and I couldn't remember what this thing had to do with me for a while? He gestured and asked Aunt Zhu, what is this?

Aunt Zhu kept opening and closing her mouth, without making a sound, erected three fingers, then rolled up one of them, used the remaining two to learn to walk on the palm of her hand, and pointed to my eyes with her index finger, pointed at the corners of my mouth, pointed at my nostrils, trembled her fingers and stroked down, and then skimmed the corners of her mouth with a few wrinkles, and used ten fingers to squeeze down in front of her chest, erected her left hand into a hollow fist, bent and stretched her right hand, crawled towards the hollow fist, and then raised the round card.

This set of actions made Xuan Xuan stunned at the moment, but I understood what she meant. Three years ago, I crawled back to the orphanage and handed the medallion to her three years ago, with blood from the corners of my eyes, mouth, and nostrils, staining my chest red. That is, three years ago. This medallion was mine.

I thought about it for a long time, but my mind just couldn't get angry, and I couldn't establish a relationship between myself and this medal. And he couldn't remember why the corners of his eyes and mouth were bleeding, but he still looked at Aunt Zhu blankly, with his hands spread out on his chest.

Aunt Zhu looked at my flat handboard, a little anxious, babbling and shouting, blinking her eyes a few times, and touching the back of my head with her fingers.

Aunt Zhu's palms have been washing and sprinkling the children's pulp for many years. Covered with calluses, slender and rough, like a piece of poplar bark. When it touched the back of my head. The sharp sensation stabbed me and made me instinctively shrink my neck. Because, it turned out that Tan Wenhu had a chip implanted in the back of his head, and after the chip was taken out. Only two or three days have passed since the wound was stitched. Although it has dried up, except for some itching from time to time due to the growth of new flesh, it is not very painful, but because this part has caused me great trouble, it has made me feel painful, it has become my death hole, it has become my most sensitive part, and any action against it will bring my instinctive resistance. And it stimulates the nerves in my brain even more.

However, the instinctive shrinkage of my head did not avoid Aunt Zhu's hand. She still accurately touched the gauze attached to the back of her head. Aunt Zhu knew that I had gauze on it, and it was very gentle, so I didn't feel pain, on the contrary, I felt that her hands naturally revealed a warm feeling like an old grandmother. The occipital bone that flowed into the back of my head entered my body, flowed into the nearest cervical vertebrae, and then extended under my feet, caressing every nerve in me.

That feeling is so amazing that it makes my mind flash countless pictures in an instant, one of which jumps out at once, occupying the entire brain space, first a similar to a specific freeze-frame shot, releasing countless points of light, and then the picture begins to move, one after another new pictures appear, each picture is a continuation of the previous one, how to describe it, let's put it this way, it's a bit like we read a comic, one by one backwards, stringing together a complete plot. This incident startled me and made me suddenly realize that I was almost dying, and that I was in a state of complete ignorance until disaster befell me without warning.

I was driving on the road on the cliff, and there was a muck truck behind me that was dozens of meters away, and when I reached the corner, I slowed down and turned, but the muck truck suddenly accelerated and crashed my car off the cliff. Fortunately, I was in a hurry, pushed the car door, and jumped out of the car. However, my head hit the cliff. I endured great pain, climbed the vines on the cliff, checked where I was, and found myself on a cliff, so I climbed up with all my strength. When his ankle wrapped around the vine to rest, he saw the muck truck disappear at the bend of the winding mountain road at his feet, and a police car followed behind him, and then the two cars appeared on a section of the road one after another, seeing that the police car was about to catch up with the muck car, but suddenly somehow drove straight towards the cliff and fell to the foot of the mountain. I didn't have time to think about whether the policeman in the car had fallen into the ravine with the car and climbed up with all his might, or else he would have to hang on the cliff and be pecked by the eagle in the distance. After a lot of effort, I finally saw the top of the cliff, climbed a few steps, and saw that I could return to the road, who knew that the cliff rock around me banged, and when I saw the sound, a round hole appeared, and a golden bullet was embedded in the round hole, and there was a bang on the ground, and another bullet drilled a round hole in the cliff wall, and I looked down and saw two policemen on the rocks under my feet, looking up, and shooting at me with a pistol. The position where the two people were standing was more than 100 meters away from me, and because of the elevation angle shooting, it was more difficult, the accuracy was not good, and dozens of shots were fired in a row, but they did not hit my vital point, but only scratched some of my fur, but I was hanging in the air, nowhere to hide, became a live target, and I really felt terrified, and I didn't dare to climb up too fast, because just now my head hit the mountain rock, my nose, mouth and eyes were hit with blood, the strength of my body was scattered a lot, and my hand was not firmly grasped, if I changed hands quickly, I could fall into the valley at any time and fall to pieces. However, I didn't dare to slow down in my hands, but just held the vines one by one and kept climbing up. Finally climbed to the top of the cliff, lying on the side of the road panting, but heard the footsteps of the two policemen coming from the mountain road on the side of the road, and hurriedly got up and boarded another sheep intestine trail on the side of the road, climbed to the top of the mountain, only climbed about 100 meters, then heard the sound of thumping gunshots from behind him, and heard the swishing sound of bullets hitting the grass, the popping sound of hitting the trunk of the tree, and the sound of the horn hitting the rocks. It was very dense, so he desperately climbed up the mountain, moving his hands and feet together. Just like the hands and feet were not their own, the blood flowed from the bump on the stone ridge without stopping, and they only ran until their hands and feet cramped, and they still climbed up. When I went up to the top of the mountain, I saw a bottomless cliff, and I could almost see the cockade on their heads shining brightly as the two policemen got closer and closer. I saw that there were many pine trees on the cliff, like arms stretched out from the cliff, one next to the other, and they stretched down to the bottom of the valley. He jumped to a pine tree in front of him, and then to the second tree, and so on seven or eight times, looking up at the top of the cliff. It is fifty or sixty steps away from the top of the cliff. But the feet also became bare, there was no grass left, and it was impossible to go any further, but the shape of the deep valley was still invisible, only the white mist and green gas, drifting away with the wind. I looked up, and through the needles of the pine trees, I saw two small figures on the top of the cliff looking down at the bottom of the cliff. for I am taken by the branches of the pine tree. And there was a fog rising from the bottom of the valley, and the two of them couldn't see me. I heard one of them: Team Guo. Zuo Yan jumped down from here, so high, it is estimated that he will not survive.

Another Dao called Team Guo: Binzi, do you want to go down and look for it again? Be on the safe side.

That's called Binzi Dao: This bottomless one, you are still afraid that he will grow wings and fly, how can he still have a living mouth.

The man known as Team Guo: Damn, forgive him and he won't survive, let's go, let's go back. lest after coming out for a long time, the people in the bureau gossip.

The figures of the two disappeared to the top of the cliff.

I trembled along the pine trees and climbed to the top of the cliff, down the sheep intestine path in the mountains to the bottom of the valley, walked along the stream for more than 20 miles, until it was dark before I reached the golden town, and when I arrived at the gate of the orphanage, I was dizzy and fell to the ground, just Aunt Zhu sprinkled and swept outside the door and helped me up, but I couldn't stand firm, I fell to the ground again drunk, took out a round card from my chest and handed it to Aunt Zhu......

The continuous images came to an abrupt end here, and the mind suddenly went black as if the electricity had been cut off, and it was only after a dozen seconds that it gradually returned to reality, and the eyes slowly adjusted to the light in the room. Aunt Zhu stood in front of me, watching me wake up from a dream with her mouth open, smiling, and babbling two words to express her happiness. Xuan Xuan looked confused next to him, and said, Zuo Yan, what is the round card in your hand? It makes you feel like you've lost your soul. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled the medallion, saw the English and numeric numbers on it, and said in surprise, Zuo Yan, is this thing yours?

I nodded solemnly.

She put the medallion close to her eyes and said, "This reads - International Organization for Conservation of Cultural Heritage, I heard my father talk about this organization, have you been a member of it in the past, but what does this P11937 mean, does it represent your code name in the organization?"

A flash of lightning flashed through my head, yes, I was a member of the International Conservation Organization. The International Organization for the Conservation of Cultural Heritage is a non-governmental conservation organization whose purpose is to protect cultural relics from being stolen and plundered by the victors of wars, and also to help Egypt, Mexico, India, and China...... and other third world countries to take back cultural relics from powerful countries. As for my role in the organization, it is very simple, it is to be responsible for execution, that is, after the investigators in the organization find out where and who are the stolen cultural relics, I am responsible for using extraordinary means to get them back. There are many ways to get it back, robbing, stealing, intimidating, buying...... But most of them are stolen, because others have obtained them by illegal means, and our organization has retaliated with a tooth for a tooth. In order to deal with the vicious, profit-hungry treasure thieves, I have been highly trained and have extraordinary skills to wield a variety of weapons. The number P11937 on the coin card is indeed my code name, P is perform, which means execution, 119 is obviously the meaning of explosion-proof and anti-terrorism, and 37 is my personal code. Moreover, I remembered that I was the 37th of more than 37 members of the organization with the same responsibilities as me, which means that I was the last person to join this organization. My introducer is my teacher, Professor Li, but another question arises, which school is Professor Li a teacher in?

I tilted my head, my mind spinning like a wheel, and I could hear it screaming, but I just couldn't think of an answer, so I had to give up for now.

I stuffed the medallion into my pocket and gave Aunt Zhu a thumbs up to express my praise and gratitude, and Shen's mother's words echoed in my head: There is a killer by your side, leave Golden Town immediately! I wondered in my heart and said, there is a killer around? That is to say, this killer is by my side, but there are only Aunt Zhu and Xuan Xuan around me at the moment, are they the murderers who came to kill me? The two words around me are too general, even a little incredible. One is an old woman who is deaf and dumb, with a puffy face, and even looks a little stupid, and the other is a nervous leftover girl who has had a love with me and wants to marry me in vain, and she doesn't look like a killer no matter how you look at it.

With a solemn expression, but without showing my face, I walked out of Aunt Zhu's room, walked through the long corridor, walked down the stairs, came to the backyard, and stood in front of Shen's mother's coffin again.

Shen's mother's eyes were still round and open, and her pupils were like white glass beads, as if she was looking at me.

Perhaps it was the doctor's instinct, Xuan Xuan put her hand into Shen's mother's eye sockets, wanting to close her eyes, but after several unsuccessful attempts, she stretched out her fingers and pinched her temples, hoping to relax the muscles on her face and make her close her eyes. However, Shen's mother's eyes were still stubbornly open, as if she was looking at the world that had left her, and as if she hadn't seen anything.

Xuanxuan looked at me, shook her head, but she was silent, thought for a while, and pressed her hands on Shen's mother's shoulders to massage for a while, seeing that her eyelids were still motionless, she reached out to her back to pinch her spinal nerves. When the palm of his hand touched the bottom of the coffin, his face was stunned. Suddenly, Shen's mother stood up straight from the coffin and threw herself on me. (To be continued......)