introduction

Outside the window, the north wind howls and snowflakes flutter. The fire in the house is red, and it is as warm as spring. A young mother tells fairy tales and lulls her three-year-old son to sleep.

"The magpie said to Gongye Chang, Gongye Chang, Gongye Chang, there is a sheep in Nanshan, you eat meat, I eat intestines......"

The son asked, "Mom, can humans really understand the language of animals?"

"Of course you can, all living beings can speak, and when you grow up, you'll be able to understand it!"

Chapter 1: An Unbelievable Air Crash

According to international civil aviation statistics, the probability of a crash in civil aviation is only 1 in 1,176,500. The chances of survival are also extremely low, less than 1 in 1,000. If someone's flight crashes and they happen to survive, the probability is about 1 in 1.1 billion. This probability is hundreds of times smaller than the first prize of the CUHK Lotto.

Ximen Jing is such a lucky person! And he was lucky three times, but he would rather that this kind of luck never befell his head.

Four years ago, he took the admission letter to report, and the first time he took a plane, the plane crashed, and he was the only one alive. During the summer vacation of his sophomore year, he went to Hawaii with the freshly soaked paper, this was his second flight, the plane crashed in the Pacific Ocean, and all the passengers were missing, and he was the only one who survived unscathed. Since then, he has become a popular figure in the school, and the seniors have asked him to help him guess the exam questions.

After graduating from college this year, he went to Europe to meet his parents and travel to relax, and his flight crashed near the Cape of Good Hope in Africa. He was the only one who survived the entire plane! Ximen Jing was willing to exchange his life for the safety of his parents, but unfortunately everything was irretrievable.

Although his parents were not extremely rich, they also left a fortune of no less than nine figures. I couldn't stand the bold temperament of the Ximen officials' 'five-flowered horses, daughters, and Hu'er will exchange for fine wine', and the grief and death of lost relatives and the behavior of borrowing wine to kill sorrows, and squandered all their property in less than a year.

When he saw that there were only four digits in the account, the Ximen officials completely woke up and shouted: "I am born to be useful, and I will come back after my daughter is gone...... Have a drink!"

That night, in order to say goodbye to those stormy days and move towards a new life of struggle, the Ximen officials decided to go to a nightclub for another night.

"Little brother, I've been drinking with you all night, why do you want to be interesting?" In the noisy music, the beautiful girl with a drunken face pulled the arm of the Ximen official and said coquettishly.

"Don't, don't talk about money, talking about money hurts feelings!"

"Hmph, don't talk about feelings, do you understand that talking about feelings hurts money?

Ximen Jing poured the last mouthful of Hennessy down his throat and took off a watch from his wrist: "Richard Mill, who is full of rose gold and diamonds, take it away and play, don't talk about money, be a souvenir!"

"Don't talk about what people don't understand!" "Fingers pinched the black watch band, and the girl asked, "How much is this watch worth?"

"More than a hundred, like a hundred and a lot of ......"

The girl snorted coldly and threw the watch back to Ximen Jing, turned around and left: "Hmph, it's only more than 100, who is rare, it's a shame!" The big man wears a watch of more than 100 people...... I'm out of luck!"

"There is still a ...... in the back" Ximen Jing staggered on the bar, humming like a whisper: "How many prosperous dreams have been, everything has become a cloud of smoke, a cloud of smoke, a cloud of smoke, a cloud of smoke......" He was drunk in this noisy music.

The north wind was cold overnight, and the clouds were thick. The snow is drifting in the sky, and it is suspected that it is a jade dragon fight. In this cold winter, Ximen Jing returned to his family's old house alone. He wondered why his parents wanted to build a stone villa in this shabby place where there was no village in front of the village, no shops in the back, and no rabbits even pooping.

It's more than 30 kilometers from the nearest city, and there are no highways, and there are no decent villages and towns around. This villa stands alone in the barren mountains and mountains, and if a few swallows and tigers fly away, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a vampire house.

The style of the villa is also very strange, but the white wall of Daiwa has become a Gothic spire, saying that it is not in the middle, saying that the West is not in the West, and it is called a combination of Chinese and Western in a good way, and it is called nondescript in a bad way.

Usually there is only one old gatekeeper surnamed Hu who is responsible for guarding the door, Lao Hu gets a lot of salary from Ximen's family every month, and also opens a few acres of wasteland outside the villa, and the days are also free, at this time he has just finished the New Year and he will not go to work.

Ximenjing came back this time, firstly, to pack up his parents' belongings, and secondly, to decide to sell the villa.

Looking at the flying snow outside the double glazing, Ximen Jing retracted his thoughts of memories, the last indulgence has become a thing of the past, and he has to revive the family business from scratch at this moment. He has a plan, sell this villa with childhood memories, gather some funds to return to Cloud City, and open an investment company with a few friends, because of the art he learned in college, he is ready to invest in art.

What makes people headache is that this villa is too remote, and no one cares about the information for a long time. If it is in the Yuncheng area, such a villa is absolutely in demand, and you can't get it without 30 or 50 million.

In any case, this villa has to be carefully cleaned, and the buyer is not pleasing to the eye. So the Ximen official rolled up his sleeves, took a broom and began to clean the villa, and by the way, packed everything that needed to be taken away, and waited for the moving company to transport it away. When he went to the basement, he saw a large cabinet, in which he often hid in hide and seek as a child.

I don't know what kind of wood the cabinet is made of, and the black lacquer surface can be seen like a mirror. Ximen Jing wiped it a few times, wiped off the dust outside, gently opened the cabinet door, and got into it like a child, maybe this was the last memory revisit, he slowly closed the cabinet door, immersing himself in the dark.

The childhood memories are vivid, the father is always busy with business and entertainment, and the mother accompanies her through childhood, whenever before going to bed, she will tell a fairy tale in a gentle voice to lull herself to sleep. When he was six years old, Ximen Jing no longer believed in the stories of those gods and monsters and princesses, but that feeling of warmth and happiness was what he longed for in his dream at the moment.

The already grown body was a little aggrieved in the cramped cabinet, and when he moved slightly, his elbow smashed against the cabinet wall, only to hear a click, and the cabinet wall fell down. Ximen Jing cursed secretly, got out of the cabinet, and looked at it through the dim light, revealing an iron door behind the wall of the cabinet.

How could there be such a strange place in the house? He struggled to remove the heavy cabinet, revealing the entire iron door embedded in the wall, and pushed the iron door with his hand without moving. Stroking the cold iron door, the Ximen official thought to himself, could it be the legendary secret room?

Who knows where the key is? Ximen Jing went to find a fire axe, and with a round blow, he split Huashan with a force, and the next move was to blame the python out of the hole, splitting a large gap in the iron door in a few strokes.

Behind the iron gate is a stone staircase that goes downward, which must have been built in the same style as the villa, because the stone is the same, white marble with fine veins.

Holding the mobile phone lighting, Ximen Jing followed the guidance of fate and walked down this secret passage.

The passage is not long, a turn after seven or eight steps, and a few steps down, a secret room of more than ten square meters is presented in front of you.

Surrounded by cold rock walls, Ximen Jing found the light switch on the stone wall. In an instant, the lights illuminated the entire chamber, and the room seemed empty. In the middle is a rosewood desk and two chairs. Attached to the rock wall are two bogu shelves with many small porcelain bottles on them.

These small porcelain vases make Ximen Jing's eyes shine, could it be an antique? After seeing it clearly, I was disappointed, the material of the bottle is very ordinary, and it should be a batch of customized modern high-white porcelain is not worth much. The tops of these bottles are sealed with wax oil, and they are fluttering and I don't know what they contain, but each one has a small seal.

The secret room should have been built by his parents, but what was its purpose? It couldn't have been made out of idle boredom! And these strange bottles, what were they in? Ximen Jing couldn't hold back his curiosity and didn't open one of them.

He had to figure out what this was first, and he was afraid that if he opened it rashly, it would be worth the loss. So I walked over to my desk and sat down in a chair. There was only a lamp on the table, some ordinary paper, a pen holder, and many pencil sketches, which he drew when he first started to learn to draw when he was a teenager, and he thought he had lost them a long time ago, but he didn't expect to be collected here by his parents.

There were no clues on the table, so he pulled open a drawer, and there was nothing inside. After rummaging through all the drawers, I finally found a brown paper envelope.