The old lazy said very firmly that in the thirties of the last century, there was an immortal waterfall. 尒^.*説._蔟.

There is no such record in the information I checked, and I don't know how he was so sure, so I waited with Li Xu for him to say it in a daze.

The old lazy took a deep breath, pointed to the black hole-like lake in the painting with his left hand, and pointed to the blood-red waterfall painted by Xia Dongyi under Pegasus Peak in this painting with his right hand, and said: "The year I escaped from the massacre was about 1937, 1938 or 1939, because I was in a coma for a while, my consciousness has not been very clear, and I have been living in the homes of people in the mountains for a long time. I remember very clearly that the Orion family who fished me and Huang Fukang and a few people out of the river said that not long after seeing the Rainbow Waterfall, the river suddenly swelled and washed down many corpses. ”

It turned out that he had heard about it at that time.

The old lazy said: "I want to come and go, think about it, there is only one possibility - Changsheng Waterfall is not a naturally formed ordinary waterfall, but a drainage." ”

As he said this, his hands were still pointing at the two paintings, the lake on his left and the waterfall on his right, and I looked left and right, and suddenly I understood what he was talking about.

He is saying that the so-called "Changsheng Waterfall" is not a waterfall at all, but the outlet of the Rainbow Lake in the valley, which is an escape route at a critical juncture. There was a secret door at the bottom of the lake they jumped into, and when they opened it, they could leave the valley that was closed by unknown seals along the passage under the lake, but unfortunately the situation was not good at that time, and the armed slaughterers followed closely behind, and they jumped down before the lake was empty, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

If the memory of the old lazy after being rescued is correct, this is really the only possibility.

Moreover, the legend can be explained.

It's a pity that the lazy don't remember where that place is, the south or the north, the east or the west, I don't have the slightest impression, I only remember that the local villagers live by hunting and farming, speak a dialect that is difficult to understand, and the clothes are mostly cut and carried with coarse cloth, and nothing else is impressed.

The lazy man also found some clues from the materials in my box that he thought were extremely relevant, all about immortality. In addition to Changsheng Waterfall, there are other legends and records about this in folk and ancient books, such as "Yin City", "Tomb in the Center of the Earth", "Fountain of Youth" and so on.

Because it is the ultimate dream of human beings that is studied there, there are people from generation to generation who dream of being able to find it.

There is also a text in the material that I don't know where to excerpt from, which is about Pegasus Peak, which is simply translated to say that there are eight stone men near Pegasus Peak, and the direction of Pegasus Peak is pointed out by an ancient calculation method called "Heavenly Calculation".

Li Xu did not participate in our discussion, and he was still studying Xia Dongyi's paintings there, studying the past inch by inch, detail by detail.

I stopped here to catch my breath, so I went to her side to look at it with her, and pointed out to Li Xu the strange and illegible art signatures we had seen before, here, here, here, and here, each painting has a deeply hidden signature, but looking at the strokes, it doesn't look like "Xia Dongyi", nor does it look like "Dongshan", the ghost knows what he signed.

After I reminded him of this, Li Xu paid attention to the signature, took a pen and traced it on the scratch paper, and after the sketch was finished, it didn't look like a re-drawing, seriously like a child drawing a gourd on a scoop.

I went to the bathroom, went downstairs to wash a plate of fruit, tossed back and forth for ten or twenty minutes, and when I returned to the study, Li Xu was still trying to draw the signature, a little bit of a sharp horn tip, which drove the old lazy, he had already thrown away the information here and went to study the signature with Li Xu.

I stood across from them, munching on an apple and staring coldly at the signatures drawn on scratch paper, which she had drawn and grew more and more like.

The twisted earthworm-like lines suddenly took on their implicit meaning in my eyes.

I swallowed the last bite of the apple before I had time to chew it, and I almost choked, and I drank my saliva and asked the old lazy what year he had escaped from that secret valley just now.

"I don't know exactly what year it was," he said, "1937, 1938 or 1939-1940. At that time, survival was the most important thing, time was the most useless, and no one was happy to remember. ”

I stared at the signature that Li Xu had drawn down, and said firmly, "It's 1937." ”

He asked me in amazement how I was so sure.

I looked around and couldn't find what I needed, so I rushed out of the room and ran downstairs, found a small rectangular mirror in the drawer of the coffee table on the first floor, ran back to the study, and rested it in front of the signed scratch paper for them to look at carefully.

As soon as they saw it, they understood it thoroughly.

It's the mirror principle.

Xia Dongyi made a mirror image of the signature in the painting.

It was a pattern signature that was reversed by mirror processing, but it was not Xia Dongyi's name, nor his stage name, but a set of numbers, specifically, it should be a year.

1937。

This figure has already appeared once in the previous survey. Dai Wenjing once hid this set of numbers among many other numbers and recorded them in his notebook.

I remembered the last time I went to the prison to investigate, and the prison guard said that Xia Dongyi's memory was very strange and he often forgot things, but he would suddenly remember something.

In other words, Xia Dongyi may be worried that he will forget, so when he remembers it, he records what happened in the past in the form of paintings.

From this level, all of Xia Dongyi's paintings are painted for himself to see, just to prevent his bad memory from cutting off his past, which is a very private act.

But why would anyone pay a fortune for these paintings?

What exactly do people who buy paintings want to find in paintings?

The three of us discussed and discussed, and finally came to a more likely conclusion: the location of Pegasus Peak.

Those who buy paintings at any cost want to find out the location of Pegasus Peak from Xia Dongyi's paintings, and then find a way to live forever.

After discussing for nearly an hour, we came up with a rough outline, thinking that the place where Lao Lao used to live, the city behind the stone gate in the forest across the lake has an extremely long history, and it is likely to be the place where the heirs of the legendary King Jin Jue were placed to carry out immortal experiments, until the massacre occurred, they all existed independently in the depths of the mountain from generation to generation, and there must have been countless data, notes and records of success and failure of human experiments. Perhaps the realization of immortality and soul transfer was also recorded somewhere in the city, and someone found out this secret, like Qin Shi Huang, who spared no expense to find it, and they found the hidden content in Xia Dongyi's painting, thinking that he had also hidden the clue to the location of Pegasus Peak in the painting, so they went crazy and bought his work.

Xia Dongyi definitely didn't want this huge secret to be exposed, but at that time he was in prison, and he couldn't do anything about what happened outside, and it was definitely impossible to take back the painting after he was released from prison, so he wanted to do some remedial measures, such as finding out who was so interested in his paintings, so he painted a new one, and the only one after he was released from prison, using Yang Wenshuo's ability to throw this painting out as bait, and Lu Yaolin's house as a safe.

The reason why the size of this painting is much smaller than the previous ones is that Xia Dongyi wants to see whether those who pay a high price for a painting pay attention to form, style, or the content of the painting. Because he painted Pegasus Peak and Immortal Waterfall, only those who can understand the content can determine the authenticity at a glance. On the other hand, the person who can distinguish the truth from the false must be the one who really understands the inside story.

The clues I found before, after Yang Wenshuo threw the painting as bait, it attracted many people to do the appraisal, including a person sent by a big buyer, and when others couldn't make up their minds, that person offered the right price, and I felt strange at that time, how did he distinguish the authenticity.

It turned out to be based on Pegasus Peak and Changsheng Waterfall.

Going back to the question I considered earlier about authenticity and fakes, from the point that the buyers were only willing to buy the original, they wanted clues or information that could not be read directly from the contents, otherwise they would have to study the prints as we did. The reason why they go to great lengths to buy the original is because the most important part is hidden in the painting—for example, the marks that can only be seen by ultraviolet light, or the color of the floating layer can be seen, or it may be something that needs to be heated to be revealed.

In short, if you really want to crack the mystery of the painting in the end, you still need the real handwriting.

It's a pity that we don't have the real thing in our hands, and even if we have money, we don't have a place to buy it.

After coming to the conclusion, we went back and went back again, thinking that there may be details that need to be improved, but the overall direction will not be wrong.

It's finally a step forward.

Li Xu was exhausted, sat in the chair and gasped, stared at the wall with empty eyes, and cursed two swear words in his mouth.

I tossed her an apple, and she caught it, swallowed it in a few bites, and rolled her eyes at the ceiling with her face crossed on her legs.

I threw an apple to the old lazy man, and he caught it very handsomely, and winked at me with a mischievous smile.

Then, suddenly, Li Xu hummed softly the song she had often hummed that would bring strange tranquility, sentence by sentence, like a gentle river slowly flowing through the room.

It's really nice to hear.

I remembered that I had heard this song in front of a church and was so immersed in it that I almost stepped on the threshold and followed God.

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