Since then, Tasarare has been silent, with no new voices incoming from the scene.

I stroked the knot in the rope, and now the feel of the rope had changed subtly, no longer smooth and pliable, but became rough and prickly, and there were terrible creases in many places, and it seemed that the rope head would soon break into pieces, and there was no longer any meaning.

"Mr. Xia, what have you done to the rope? this is my trophy, it is mine, if you destroy it, you will be responsible for compensating me!" Roth exclaimed in dissatisfaction.

As a thaumaturgist, he did not consider using thaumaturgy to contribute to the world and seek the welfare of the common people, but instead focused on "things" and completely ignored the true value behind "things".

Such a thaumaturgist is of very low character, and it is not worth discussing the affairs of the world with him.

The second time I searched for information from the town of Darrahou, Rose couldn't hold it anymore and began to untie the ropes on my body, muttering, "It's mine, it's mine, give it back to me......"

Suddenly, he screamed, jumped sideways, and shook his hand as hard as if he had been stabbed by thousands of sharp embroidery needles.

"Hey, what are you doing? What kind of magic did you cast on the rope? Give me back the rope, give me back the rope!" Lou cried out in frustration.

I didn't even move the rope, and his overreaction was nothing more than self-inflicted humiliation.

Since he is only a transit station, when the rope is handed over to me and wrapped around me, his mission has been completed, and his fate with this rope has ended. If you go against the sky, you will naturally be punished.

I ignored Ross and just stared at my phone.

Soon, I searched for a second message: "There is a new development in the storm that struck the town of Darraho in South America, and the rescued person died after 50 minutes of self-talk." Rescuers have recorded his words and are reporting them layer by layer. According to the nurses involved in the rescue, the rescuers had said that it was important that these words be handed over to someone in a city far away in northern Asia. Once the recording is handed over to the national security services, Interpol is contacted and forwarded to that person. The storm killed all 430 residents of the town of Darrahou, making it the largest shipwreck in South America in recent years. The maritime affairs department has already informed the coastal towns that they must closely monitor the sea situation and do a good job in carrying out the disaster in the event of another major storm. ”

My gut told me that the recording must have been given to me. While talking to me, Tasarare was also in a state of dying, and it was only in this way that I could give me some final enlightenment.

If a person is still thinking about something when he is dying, then it is conceivable that that event must be extremely important to him, even more important than life.

I hope that the recording will give me a greater revelation, and the righteous thaumaturgists of the world will unite to destroy the merman monsters that appeared in the shipwreck.

"What is wrong with you? What have you heard?" asked Rose eagerly.

"The owner of the rope, the South American cannibal wizard, the man named 'Tassarare' is gone. I said.

Roth didn't understand the news that Tasarare had brought me, and just whispered blankly: "Disappeared? Isn't he long gone?" This rope records the course of his life, if he lives in modern times, why use this ancient method of memorization?"

"That's right. I nodded.

The logic of Ross is equivalent to the thinking mode of ordinary people, after the invention of pen and ink, human beings no longer need those primitive recording modes, everything resorts to paper, pen and text, and all major events are recorded in the historical materials in 1510. The new production tools will definitely replace the old ones, which is one of the strong foundations for human iterative development.

I can't answer Lotus's question, but I feel that, as a thaumaturgist, we should not just look at the surface of things, but go deep into the inside, dig out all the truth, and pick out the elements that are useful to us.

Now, I think of the rope as a sounding board between Tasharare and the outside world, using the almost primitive model of knotted rope memorization to discern who he is really waiting for.

Since knotted rope writing is a kind of telepathy, then all external situations and shapes should be discarded, and only the truest core remains.

I can understand the kernel, but Ross can't, and that's exactly what Tasarare wants.

As for time, in the realm of the soul and meditation, there is no physical timeline, wormholes everywhere, barriers everywhere, and only the ability of the thaumaturgist is often a fraction of a millimeter.

If I had told him the original texts, he would have been obsessed with the order of time, and could not understand that the rope of the knotted rope had appeared before and Tasharare's death had come later. What makes me better than Rouse is that he gets too hard and gets stuck when he doesn't understand a problem, but I'm flexible enough to get around the difficulties and get straight to the truth.

"When those recordings arrived, everything was easy to explain. I said.

Luo Shi became more and more puzzled: "What recording? Who sent it? Mr. Xia, what you said is really too obscure, can you change the way of expression?"

I didn't have time to pay attention to Rose, so I opened the door at once and went to the bearded man to consult.

If he and Scar had helped, the recording would have arrived a little faster, so as not to waste the last of Tassarare's gifts.

Outside the door, the mirror-smooth marble floor was covered with a thick wool carpet in the center. At least, that's what happened outside when we were herded into the room.

To my astonishment, there was no marble floor or a single wisp of carpet outside the door, only piles of gray-brown rubble.

Another scientist who followed the bearded man stood by the door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Hey, where's he? where is your chief?" I asked.

The situation is urgent, and I must find the beard first, and then seek cooperation with Scar.

"He's right there. The scientist pointed to the other side, "Look through the stones, and you'll see him." ”

I didn't act rashly, because these stones came from strange places.

"Take me there. I commanded aloud.

"I'll lead the way, do you dare to come?" the scientist asked rhetorically.

There have been examples of using chaotic stones to set up Qimen Dunjia formations, but the expression on this scientist's face is a little different. His broad brow furrowed tightly, as if he were pondering an ancient problem.

"There's nothing you don't dare, but you have to tell me first, what is hidden in this stone formation?" I asked.

"It's a tragic story. The scientist replied slowly.

"Albert's lifelong study was the chronicle of ancient human stone formations, which is one of the stone formations he found in Tibet, which was entered into a computer at a 100 percent scale and projected here in a three-dimensional modeling way. The ancients racked their brains in order to record some things. The bearded man did not stand opposite the Stonehenge, as the scientists say, but came out silently through the side door.

I know the name of Alberon, who was a young genius in physics and mathematics, and won the physics prize at the age of 30.

"Aberon, Mr. Xia can help you, I'm 100% sure. Just now, he helped Lotus untie the knotted rope that had been troubled for a long time. The bearded man said again.

Alberon still frowned: "The knotted rope note? is the rope that the South American cannibal wizard that Lotus discovered? How is it possible? Lotus has been studying it for a long time, and there is no nervousness except for ambiguous speculation. ”

He turned to look at me, and I nodded calmly, "Yes, the rope is weird, but I've got an insight into the secrets." ”

Alberon sneered: "Although the age of the knotted rope is very old, there are many artificial traces left on the rope, and some things can be deduced from it. Now, if you can help me unlock the secrets of the stone henge, I will truly serve you. ”

I don't ask for admiration, I just want to work together with the bearded and others to build a relationship of deep trust with each other, and then move on to the next step.

In a state of disbelief, Alberon told me about the origin of this stone henge, the original stone found in the mountains behind Ganden Monastery in Tibet.

As soon as I mentioned Gaden Monastery, my interest struck up, because it was the Three Trees Master who disappeared from the leylines that came from Gaden Monastery.

Abelon discovered Stonehenge in 2008, eight years after that.

He was young and conceited, thinking that with his high intelligence, he could easily guess the meaning of the words expressed by the stone henge. However, he did not sleep for three days and three nights outside the stone formation, and he did not find anything, and suffered a great setback in his life.

"The stone henge is placed on the big eagle flat on the mountain behind Ganden Monastery, which is a rare flat land on the top of the mountain, fifty steps long, twenty-five steps wide, and then to the west is the abyss. A hundred years ago, Dayingping was a burial platform, but with the change of dynasties, it has been completely abandoned, and the monks of Gaden Monastery have set up five eye-catching fences on the mountain road leading to Dayingping, warning visitors that the top of the mountain is dangerous, not to climb riskily, and in case of danger, they are not responsible. I am a person who has been walking in Tibetan areas for a long time, and I have more than a dozen special road slips of the Living Buddha in my backpack, and I will not be hindered from going anywhere. So, I easily climbed to the Great Eagle Flat. Unfortunately, it was already afternoon when I arrived at Gaden Monastery, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening when I climbed the four-hour mountain road to reach Dayingping. Fortunately, that night happened to be the night of the full moon in early autumn, the moon was like a silver plate, the light was like white sand, and it was covered with the big eagle ping, even if you turned off the powerful flashlight you carried with you, you could still see it clearly. It was then that I saw the stone formations lying across the Great Eagle Flat......"

In Alberton's account, he went to Dayingping only to remember the burial platform left by the ancients, and did not make any preparations for danger, and there were no companions with him, just a person. Therefore, when he saw a formation of rocks on the Great Eagle Flat, he entered it defenselessly like an ordinary person's reaction.

In Tibetan areas, there are a lot of such mani piles of stones, which can be found almost everywhere, and are an important part of the national faith.

Obviously, anyone who sees a stone pile in Tibet will subconsciously think that it is a mani pile.

I kept Ebelon in the eye as he narrated.

According to psychology, whether a person is telling the truth or a lie can always be seen by the eyes. Alberon said that when he went to the Great Eagle Ping alone, his eyes blinked more than ten times in a row, which is enough to prove that there is an element of fabrication and concealment in this episode.

The stereoscopic images in front of me were too real, and I was too tired to repeat the tense environment of exploring the knotted rope narrative, so I mistook these fake things for real ones and made a serious mistake of common sense.

That's unbelievable.

The only thing to blame is that the video production technology played by Eberon is so exquisite that I have never encountered it.

"When I walked to the center of the Great Eagle Flat, there were piles of stones more than one person high, each of which was made up of at least 200 Mani stones, each of which was completely different in color, old and new, and shaped. I have been wandering in Tibet for a long time, and I have a lot of research on the Mani pile, so I clearly know that the Mani pile cannot be piled here, but the intersection of the Tibetan area. This is common sense, there is no need to doubt it. As I said, if I want to reach the middle of the Great Eagle Flat, I have to go into the Mani Dui, but that is not the main task of my trip. So, after making a half-circle around the stone pile, I immediately walked out, trying to avoid these ceremonies that preached aliens. Unexpectedly, it was easy for me to get in, but it was very difficult to leave, and the rocks swirled left and right, trapping me in the center, unable to find a way out. I wandered in the stone henge for four hours, and it was not until the bright moon set in the west that I escaped from the stone henge. In order to study it, I lay outside the stone formation for another two hours before I had the strength to stand up. I'm ashamed that I didn't dig into the meaning of the existence of the stone piles, and it was really frustrating to watch them for three days and three nights and not find anything. Alberon said.

I immediately pointed out, "Mr. Eberon, you lied to us, right?"

Alberon was shocked: "What? I didn't, I didn't. ”

I snorted coldly: "Albert, now you can go down or go up, you can be willing to fall, or you can fight for your glory. ”

Alberon shook his head again: "Mr. Xia, don't go around in circles, you Chinese like to go around in circles, and a sentence is being tampered with many times anyway, which actually has no meaning." ”

I judged him to lie not just on the basis of his eye movements, but on the basis of his special status.

Since he was able to go deep into Tibet and reach an inaccessible place like Dayingping of Gaden Monastery, he must have been a frequent visitor to that place, and it was impossible for him to be surprised by the special significance of Mani Dui.

Mani Dui is a strange landscape in Tibet, and it is also a symbol of special religious meaning, which contains the unique wisdom of Tibetan Buddhism, which can only be understood by those monks who practice all year round and break through themselves. As for ordinary Tibetans, they are only because they trust the monasteries and monks and follow the behavior, and over the years, they are devout in their beliefs, and even if they cannot comprehend the mystery of the Dharma in their lives, they are willing to dedicate all their energy, body, and wealth.

Ebelon was an American and would not have the faith of Tibetans. He only went to Dayingping for some special purpose.

He is a bearded subordinate, also from Area 51, whose identity is unquestionable, and who is also an American spy.

To sum up, without a special purpose and special intelligence, it would be impossible for him to go to Dayingping alone. Moreover, I suspect that his statement of "being alone" is also false, and spies will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, and they will never take excessive risks. When you arrive at an ancient heavenly burial platform like Dayingping, there must be second-hand preparations, and at least you have to spend money to hire two Tibetan hunters as companions. In that case, no matter how complicated and weird the stone formation is, he will definitely be able to get out of it with his whole body.

"I don't want to talk about anything with people who are full of lies. I said straightforwardly.

Albert's face changed, "You mean I'm lying?"

I nodded, "Yes." ”

"I'm not lying, your time is precious, my events are equally precious, I don't need to lie to you. Alberon argued.

"First, if you go to Dayingping with a special purpose, you will have effective intelligence to guide you; second, you are not going there alone, the vultures of the ancient heavenly burial platform are all half-fine, fierce, and often take away and peck at ignorant tourists, with your identity, you can't commit and will never take such a risk. I said.

I have never been to Tibetan areas, but I have read a lot of information from other places, and I have a broad understanding of Tibetan customs, birds and animal habits.

The vultures have strong physical strength, and their grasping ability is as high as 300 catties, and they can easily grab the shepherd's big fat sheep and even calves. This is a real broadcast in a documentary in Tibetan areas, and people with a heart can naturally associate Dayingping with danger.

Alberon stared at me for a long time, unable to refute it.

"Papa, papa", the bearded man applauded and gave me a thumbs up: "Well said, the analysis is reasonable, so that Alberon can't justify, the real becomes fake, and the fake becomes true." ”

He has a great art of speaking, and this passage is ambiguous, either admitting lying on behalf of Alberton, or saying that he did not lie and was forced to lie by my evidence.

I shook my head: "Forget it, whether it's true or not, there will never be the truth here. It's better for everyone to break up, or don't take this kind of secretive way of cooperation, you are tired, I am also tired, and it has dragged down everyone's work efficiency in vain. ”

Bearded and Alberon looked at each other and nodded quietly.

It was a tacit gesture, which showed that all the negotiation was in the hands of the bearded man, and that Alberon was just a puppet.

"Okay, I'll admit it, you're right. It was a very strange thing, and it was only after I had obtained the secret information of the Tibetan hunters that I went to Dayingping at night and risked my life to explore that strange thing. Outsiders only know that the 51 region knows all the secrets of the world and melts the secrets of the world into one furnace, but they don't know that every secret is explored by few, dozens, and hundreds of people with their lives. There is nothing new under the sun, and pie does not fall from the sky for no reason. The spy agencies of other countries coveted the abundance of information in Region 51, and who would have thought that it was all a lot of clever people who had put together a lot of stupid work?" said Albert.

It can be seen that this person is not satisfied with the working conditions in Area 51, especially when he accepts the task of risking his life to go deep into Tibetan areas, and this dissatisfaction is immediately doubled.

Of course, since he works with this mentality, his achievements will never take off, just waste time.

Those great spies in history all held the belief of "going to death anytime and anywhere" to complete the tasks assigned by their superiors, and only by putting personal life and organizational tasks first could they create a global spy history that can be sung and cried. The same is true of the famous Japanese spy Yoshiko Kawashima, who was once scolded by the Chinese, but she chose a path of destruction for the tiger, the more wonderful the work, the deeper the evil.

I cite her as an example just to show that espionage is not something that can be done well by idle people, and that industry is full of mediocre talents like Albert.

"Say it, get to the point. The bearded man was also a little dissatisfied.

Alberon ran his hands through his thinning hair, his forehead still tightly twisted.

The bearded man was a little impatient: "Aberon, Mr. Xia is waiting to hear the point." He helped Roth solve big problems, and as long as your narrative is clear enough, he will definitely help you solve the puzzle of Eagle Ping Tepe. ”

Alberon snorted and retorted impatiently, "Iron Hand, you are too arbitrary. I've been thinking about it for so long, even if he is a physics genius with an IQ greater than Einstein's, it is impossible for him to understand the secrets in a split second with my narration. There is only one Einstein in the world, and there is no second one in the United States, let alone in China?"

The bearded man was a little annoyed: "No matter what, you first tell the question, say it in detail, whether you can answer it or not, that's Mr. Xia's business." ”

Both Alberon and Roth have a common problem, cherishing the strange events they have discovered, treating them like treasures, and even if they can't answer them, they are not willing to hand them over easily.

I didn't wait any longer, I took three steps forward and stepped into the virtual image.

Before, I thought that even if the Mani Pile was a complex labyrinth, its changes would be limited, after all, the place on the Great Eagle Flat was very narrow, and it was impossible for the people who placed the stone henge to create on a large scale. At that moment, as soon as I stepped in, I felt that the soles of my feet sank, and my legs and feet were fluttering, as if I had stepped into a salt pond with strong buoyancy.

When I looked down, I saw that Alberton's computer-generated modeling was so realistic that even the ground beneath his feet was covered without gaps, simulating the real blue-gray Tibetan ground. This super analog technology has not been published in civilian terms, and I was definitely the first to get this kind of experience, and the level of realism is unmatched by any dome movie or immersive theater.

"Woo-ah", in the super simulated environment, I heard the real vulture call. Of course, the distant bells, chanting, and Tibetan shouts are all there, forming a perfect scene of sound, light, and shadow.

I stood firm, then closed my eyes, calmed my emotions, and silently told myself that my foothold at the moment was the Great Eagle Ping on the mountain behind Gaden Monastery.

After all the real sounds, I heard the sound of gurgling water.

There is no water on the big eagle flat, where does the sound of water come from?

I looked back, and the bearded man and Abra stood side by side, staring at me.

"Did you hear the water? That's what I actually heard. If you hadn't lost your way, you should have heard clearly, the sound of the water coming from the east, not just the murmuring of the stream, and it would eventually become—" The second half of Alberton's words were drowned out by the sound of a raging crash on the shore. But looking at the shape of his lips, what he wants to tell later is almost the meaning of "waves".

The sound of the water rumbles, and the waves fly high. When the waves fell, they crashed against the rocks, scattered and splashed, and stirred up even finer waves. These small waves smashed into the sea, causing a new round of collisions.