I put the phone away and listened, and there was already a soft snoring on the red sleeves on the sand.

There was also a folder on the desktop called "Sacrifices", and when I clicked on it, there were photos of sacrifices from countries around the world.

The folk custom of "sacrifice" has a long history, and human beings have learned to pray to the heavens with various sacrifices since ancient times, and it has continued to this day.

In the photo, the places where the sacrifices were born are different, and the sacrifices, rituals, and sacrifice objects are also different, and of course, there are also quite bloody, barbaric, and backward scenes, which make people feel very uncomfortable to watch.

The last few photographs at the end of the folder are oddly odd, all titled "Virgin Sacrifices" and numbered from one to five.

Before I clicked on the picture, I was mentally prepared, because this form of sacrifice was once popular among several barbarian ethnic minorities in southern China, and the method was to directly sacrifice boys and girls under the age of three as sacrifices to the mountain poisoned snakes and beasts, in exchange for the safety of the adults.

In my opinion, this form of sacrifice has nothing to do with materialism and idealism, and has completely reached the level of madness and disregard for human life.

Fortunately, after the establishment of the new government, strict legislation has been enacted, and such incidents will never be allowed. Since then, there has been no tragic sacrifice of virgins and boys.

The scene depicted in the photograph is supposed to be a mountain tribe in the south, with strange rocky gray mountains in the background, and the environment is extremely harsh, with not a single tree on the mountain and no grass on the ground.

According to the convention, this kind of poor mountain and bad water land will only produce poisonous snakes, monsters, people, scoundrels, etc., and good people cannot survive at all.

The sacrifices were made by two babies dressed in red and green, and judging by their bodies, they were only about a year old. The baby was placed in a gold-lacquered platter, which in turn was placed on a flat boulder. According to rough estimates, the length and width of the boulder are about seven meters and three meters respectively, and most of them are suspended in the air, and below is the gray abyss.

More than a dozen people took part in the sacrifice, all dressed in gray coarse cloth robes with kudzu vines tied around their waists.

The five photographs were taken consecutively, beginning with the offering of the offerings, followed by the photograph, the prayer, the prostration, and finally the departure of the people, leaving only the boys and girls on the stone platform. The fate of the two babies can be imagined, since they are used as sacrifices, their lives are naturally worried.

I closed the picture, still upset in my stomach and didn't understand why Red Sleeves was collecting such photos.

"Virgin sacrifice" is an evil act of sorcery that is no different from murder, and should not exist among the human community at all. If I had been the photographer of the photo, I would have been ashamed that I had not stopped this bestiality on the spot.

Human beings live in a harsh environment, and they can only work hard to change their fate unrelentingly, and should not hope for some kind of bloody sacrifice that will exchange the lives of innocent people for the lives of the cowardly.

There are other strange folders on the computer desktop, such as one of them called "Jinan Old City", which stores thirty or forty documents, large and small, all of which are anecdotes and folklore from the wild history of Jinan over the past century. For example, there is also a folder called "Asian Dragons", which is full of Asian imagination and knowledge of "dragons" throughout history. In the history of Asia, China's Yangtze River and Yellow River have been compared to two giant dragons, and the totem of the Chinese nation is also a dragon, so the text in this folder is all around the theme of "China and dragons", and almost everything is born on the land of China. I noticed that there is also a legend of the "Shunjing Iron Chain Lock Black Dragon".

"What does this mean? Could it be that Red Sleeves has a data-gathering fetish?" I muttered to myself.

These many materials are not related to each other, and they are completely unrelated, and they can only be said to be the work of curiosity lovers, which does not match the identity of the middle-level backbone of the beggar gang with red sleeves.

There is also a folder with even more incredible contents, which contains pictures of Chinese emperors, some are photos, some are portraits, from the last short-lived emperor Yuan Shikai backwards, all the way to the king of Shang. It's really hard for Red Sleeves to recruit hundreds of emperors from so many dynasties, and they are numbered one by one according to the era.

After reading this, my mind was full of messes, and all the original feelings of longing, sadness, hatred, and anger were all washed away.

I got up and went to the kitchen and turned off the gas.

The corn and sweet potatoes had already been steamed, and a full basket was enough for the two of us to eat several meals.

Red Sleeves slept deeply, and I held my phone, sat on a chair and watched her, quietly waiting for her to wake up.

Later, I also fell asleep with my head down.

The ancients said that there are thoughts in the day and dreams in the night. This is true, I just read so many strange and inexplicable materials, once I entered the dream, I actually connected the dragon and the emperor. In Chinese history and literature, dragons are often used as a metaphor for emperors, and each emperor is referred to as the "true dragon son of heaven". Later, I even associated the sacrifice with the dragon and the emperor, and came up with a standard sentence form of "boys and girls sacrifice to the dragon, the heavens, and the emperor", which is a complete subject, predicate, and object.

This sentence organically connected several folders in Redsleeve's laptop, and it also gave me a glimpse of her thoughts. In other words, she is studying the matter of "sacrifice" at home, and the sacrifice and the object of sacrifice are all in Jinan, and the accuracy of this matter can be further improved - the sacrifice is contributed to the legendary dragon in Jinan City.

This process is like a famous chemist summing up a list of chemical elements in a dream, mysterious and magical, which can be understood but not spoken. However, after this terrible conclusion, I had a heart palpitation and suddenly woke up from my dream. What's even more terrifying is that the Red Sleeves are leaning over me, staring at me closely, and his eyes are not blinking.

I threw myself back in horror and distanced myself from her.

"Are you awake?" asked Redsleeves softly.

"You...... When did you wake up?" I asked.

"Those who are woken up by the scent of corn and sweet potatoes have just woken up. Okay, my stomach is growling, go wash my hands first, and then eat together. Redsleeves said as he walked into the kitchen.

I rubbed my eyes and tapped my swollen, wooden temples several times before I pushed away the strange conclusion of the dream.

"How could the Red Sleeves be associated with sacrifice? She loved her sister, was tenacious and patient, and had the courage to never give up until she achieved her goal. Such a girl is the positive energy of modern society and a role model for many people...... "When I go to the bathroom to wash my hands, I try to beautify the red sleeves in my heart and try to forget the cluttered thoughts in my dreams.

Back at the table, Red Sleeves loaded two trays of corn and sweet potatoes, one for me and the other for himself.

"Just now, when you fell asleep, your expression was very simple. She smiled and said, "Like a child." ”

It was a very common compliment, but for some reason, I shuddered, because the word "child" reminded me of "virgin sacrifice."

I turned on the chandelier, spotlight, and sconces above the dining table so that the room was lit up so that I could see her expression clearly.

"Have you seen the pictures on your laptop? I must repeat that when I heard my men report that the mirror room had disappeared, I was like you, and I was afraid it was a farce. However, I did an on-site investigation - by the way, those photos were bought at a high price, not taken by myself, but the result was exactly the same. The mirror room is really gone, and I mentioned the 'backup plan' in that derivation report, and the real situation may be slightly different, but it is not far from ten. The Mirror Room disappeared from everyone's sight, but it didn't disappear from Earth, it could only move somewhere underground. With enough patience, I guess it will come back one day. She said.

I smiled bitterly: "The sea has become a mulberry field, and the mulberry field has seen the sea again, the field and the water have not changed, but the people have been wiped out." ”

Tang Wan is in the mirror room, if she can't get out in time, I'm afraid the ending will be worrying.

"Are you worried about Miss Tang Wan?" asked Red Sleeves.

I nodded, then shook my head, "What else can I do now?"

When I talked about this question, I suddenly felt at a loss. If you want to find the mirror room in the vast underground, just like a tomb robber walking through the mountains and rivers of the northwest to find the ancient tomb of the Xixia king, even with the help of the most advanced detection instruments, the work to be done is purely a needle in a haystack, and it cannot be more efficient.

"Don't be discouraged, be sincere, there will be a way. Red Sleeves said.

I could hardly be of interest in responding to her kind persuasion, because I knew that the only way was to "wait."

To be precise, the mirror room has already taken the means of sinking and escaping in the event of a crisis, just like a submarine will sink to the bottom of the sea when attacked, lurking in silence, disguising itself as a stone. Of course, it can still float, but only after the crisis has passed and the environment is safe.

Then, in the best case, the mirror room will return to its original position when the alarm is lifted. However, if the forces of all parties do not achieve their goal, they will never withdraw their troops, and the crisis in the mirror room will always exist, and it will never come back.

This has become a chain of endless loops that can never be unraveled.

The fresh corn was delicious, and before we knew it, four gnawed corn cobs appeared in front of us.

"When I was asleep, I accidentally heard you talking on the phone. As a good friend, I can help with this. Red Sleeves said again.

I looked at her and couldn't help but admire her ability to eavesdrop while sleeping. A real master of the rivers and lakes should be like her, half of her brain, eyes, and ears are always awake.

"Tell me about Elder Wen?" After hesitating, I asked an innocuous question.

She and Elder Wen both belong to the beggar gang, and I have to beware of her betraying me to curry favor with Elder Wen for the sake of public affairs.

"He's a strange man, not strange, but magical. Red Sleeves replied.

I listened intently, and strictly analyzed the truth and falsehood of every word of the Red Sleeves.

She continued: "Few people know about the legendary organization of the 'Eighteen Buddhas of the Western Heavens', which is neither official nor non-governmental, and is not similar to all political parties, grass bandits, gangs, and secret services. There are many elites in the beggar gang, and there are many people with high prestige, excellent skills, and strong ability, and even in terms of seniority, at least 20 or so people are more popular with the gang than Elder Wen. However, only he can be among the 'Eighteen Buddhas of the Western Heavens'. From this point of view, the title of 'strange man' is well deserved. ”

As the largest gang in the world, the beggar gang must be able to produce many people and shine like a galaxy. That's not what I want to hear, though.

"Elder Wen's family history can be traced back to an ancient family that ordinary people can't believe at all. Red Sleeves continued.

As soon as I thought about it, I could already understand which family she was referring to.

When the princes were enshrined as gods and Zhou destroyed the Shang Dynasty, Wen Zhongwen, the first master under the command of the King of Zhou, sacrificed his life for the country, which can be called both loyalty and martyrdom, and is one of the most respected predecessors of the descendants of the rivers and lakes. If Elder Wen can trace it back to this, it is already a supreme personal honor.

Red Sleeves got the answer from my eyes, and nodded slightly: "You are really smart, I only said halfway, and you guessed the answer." Yes, Elder Wen is the descendant of Wen Zhong Wen Taishi on the former god list. In his family, every few generations, there is a big figure who changes the course of history, and this has become a routine. ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but frown.

If Elder Wen was one of the black-clothed people on the night of the Iron Gong Ancestral Hall, then he really changed the fate of my Xia family, abusing and killing my eldest brother while pushing me to the forefront.

"Mr. Xia, another thing you probably wouldn't have thought of, although he tried his best to help Bing'er today and was very kind to me, he has always been my teacher and has helped me a lot in the gang. For him, I only have the words 'Thanksgiving' in my heart. Red Sleeve said with emotion.

(Tianjin)