The bearded man ordered one of the scientists to come in and whispered, "Ross, tell Mr. Xia about the knotted rope account." ”

Ross nodded: "Okay." ”

"I just want to do fish. I reminded him.

He nodded again, picking out one of the hundreds of pictures of rope.

The picture was very strange, the rope was about ten meters long, and its color was very mottled, gray in some places, dark red in others, as if it was stained with the blood of some kind of animal, and after a long time of erosion, it turned from bright red to dark red.

"The rope was found from a cannibal tribe in South America, and I exchanged it for two cigarettes and a pack of salt. I talked to the head of the tribe and learned that the rope belonged to the sorcerer of the tribe, lived for two hundred years, and when he died, his body turned into a colorful light that went straight to the sky, and then his body turned into a small transparent stone. It is clear that this is a phenomenon of death irescence. I didn't believe it at first, because for a long time, 'rainbowization' was the way of death in Buddhism, and it was only a learned, talented, virtuous, and wise monk who could try it. As I slowly studied the ropes, I realized that the shaman was not native to South America, but a superman of unknown origin. Rouse said.

In his narration, there are several references to the wizard's super-magic.

For example, each knot on the rope that is larger than an adult's fist corresponds to a major event that shocks the world, and only a great catastrophe is worthy of a wizard to tie a big knot.

Roths has carefully examined the history, and has arranged the thirty-two knots on the rope one by one corresponding to historical events, and clarified the meaning of each one in detail.

What shocked me the most was that the wizard had never left the tribe in his life, relying entirely on his own divine power to tie the knot.

"Many things on this rope are also mentioned in the "Centuries", "The Centuries" is a book of puzzles, and the value of this rope is another "Centuries", which cannot be deciphered by human language, and can only be understood by the sixth sense. Rouse said.

Chinese historians have also studied the knotted rope account, but it has not been able to produce any constructive results.

"In the sorcerer's knotted rope account, I saw something related to the great storm at sea, and the ferocious creatures that appeared in the ocean once ransacked the tribe, eating all the living people of a dozen or so cottages and nine ethnic groups nearby, leaving only the sorcerer. According to the shaman, in order to maintain his spirituality, he was taken a plant juice called 'Lack of Joy' since he was a child, and over time, the smell of his body was very different from that of other people, which is probably the main reason why he was not eaten. He witnessed the catastrophe with his own eyes, and through the ropes, he recorded the appearance of each monster. According to my interpretation, the people who rushed into the tribe to eat people were half-fish, half-human monsters, more than three times larger than the clansmen, who came on the sea storm, and then went with the storm, never returned. Rouse said.

"What is that age?" I asked.

Rose replied, "Probably around 1900." I've looked at shipwrecks in history, and it was a very uneventful year, with megastorms on every continent, sea levels rising by more than two metres for no apparent reason, and devastating flooding in many low-lying cities. ”

That year was really not peaceful, the Manchu Empress Dowager was forced by the Eight-Nation Alliance to leave Beijing to avoid disaster, and the Old Summer Palace, which she had worked so hard to build, was also burned to pieces by a fire.

If a half-fish, half-human monster is also found in South America, it proves that the mermaid migrates with the global flow of water bodies and does not stop in one place. If it grows, it will harm the whole world, not just the Pacific.

"Professor Lotus, what more can the wizard's rope teach us?" I asked.

Ross looked at me and hesitated slightly: "The last knot on the rope represents the outcome of this matter. It says that a young man from the East will lead it all, put an end to it with his own hands, put an end to the catastrophe he has caused, and then stay there to guard the fruits of his battle. The young man's ancestors did the same and started a great first year. This time, young people will also follow the example of their ancestors and build great causes. ”

His expression was unusually serious, and it was no joke. His wording was a bit confusing, though. If that "young man of the East" refers to me, then I did not cause the catastrophe, but kept working hard in the hope of ending it.

"Where's the rope, take it out and show it to Mr. Xia. The bearded man said.

Rose took off his coat, shirt, and trousers, revealing the rope that had been tightly wrapped around his waist for a dozen or so turns. He was clinging to the flesh, the rope clinging to his skin, as if he were wearing a wide belt of rope.

The color of each section of the rope is really different, there are at least a dozen of them. When it was tightly wrapped around the waist of Lotus, the various colors crossed to form a strange picture, like a map of the world.

Modern maps can be found everywhere, and anyone who has taken a geography class has a deep impression.

The other name of China's territory is "rooster", which is clear and eye-catching on the Asian map, with a chicken head, a chicken tail, a chicken back, a chicken leg and a chicken claw in their respective places, so that we have our great motherland.

How can a rope in a cannibal indigenous tribe be put together to form a world map?

"I have a strong psychological connection with this rope, so I always wrap it around my body and understand what it is trying to say. Rouse said.

The bearded man looked at me: "Mr. Xia, what do you think of this rope?"

I approached and slowly reached out and stroked the rope.

According to the media, modern people interpret the content of the knotted rope left by ancient people, more than ninety percent are psychological induction, and the remaining one percent is reasoning and speculation, which is used to complete all the events. The fact that he was able to decipher the ropes left behind by the cannibal sorcerer was proof enough that he was both a scientist and a thaumaturgist.

The rope is very smooth, which must be the reason why people rub it all year round. Otherwise, the essence of this rattan rope should be very rough, and when you touch it, it will prick your hands.

Roth's body was extremely strong, and his heart was beating so vigorously that he could feel it through the ropes. At the same time, the vitality in his body is extremely vigorous, like a powerful engine.

"What do you feel?" asked Rose.

I shook my head and lowered my hand.

The bearded man was a little disappointed: "Really, I thought you would be able to give Ross new inspiration, and with the two of you working together to explore, you would be able to completely decipher the strange things that the wizard saw." It's a pity that nothing was found?"

I smiled wryly, "I'm so sorry. ”

Luo Shi shook his head: "No, no, every thaumaturgical practitioner has what he is good at, and what he is not good at. So, there's nothing to be sorry about. ”

He turned around and picked up his clothes, and was about to put them on himself, when he was suddenly stopped by the beard.

"I know, I know, I know, the rope is wrapped around you, and of course you alone can perceive its wonders. You've told me many times that if you want to know what mark the cannibal wizard has left on the rope, you have to be with it twenty-four hours a day, day and night, to gradually get to the truth. Mr. Xia only touched it for a few seconds and did not notice it, which is normal. In this way, you untie the rope and give it to Mr. Xia, so that he can feel the feeling with all his might. I don't mean to belittle you, but in Jiali's debriefing report, I highly praised Mr. Xia and said a lot of praise. He found that it was normal, and if he didn't find it, it was abnormal. The bearded man said.

Ross was stunned, his face displeased.

I do need to know as much as I can about the merman, and if what Roth said is true, then there must be something on the rope that he doesn't perceive.

Everyone's psychic ability is different, I am not necessarily stronger than Luoshi, but maybe he can attack jade with the stones of other mountains.

"This ...... This ......" Roth hesitated.

The bearded man was anxious: "Mr. Lot, you are a thaumaturgist, but you are first and foremost a citizen of the United States of America, and you are obliged to contribute to the security of the country. Now, I order you to untie that rope and give it to Mr. Xia. ”

Roth was still a little reluctant, but he couldn't disobey the bearded man's order, so he had to untie the rope and hand it to me, muttering that he must have been unwilling.

As soon as I received the rope, I immediately felt the difference, and that was the weight. It is heavier than ordinary straw rope, rattan rope, hemp rope, and nylon rope, and it is heavy in the hand, as if the ordinary rope is soaked in water.

"Wrap it around your body, wrap it a little tighter, and make your skin feel restrictive, and that's pretty much it. If there is some kind of hallucination in front of your eyes, don't worry, it is that the owner of the rope is calling you, and it will only affect your spirit and will not harm your physical body. "Rose reminded me.

I followed his example and wrapped the rope from my waist and upwards to my armpits, tucking in the end and tail of the rope so that it was not exposed at all.

At first, there was nothing unusual about the rope, but all of a sudden, it tightened slowly, and I was dizzy.

I wanted to scream, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the air in my stomach flowed out, and my body was strangled tighter, only the air came out, and there was no air in, and I soon fell into suffocation.

In that sense, my eyes were black, Venus was surging wildly, and it seemed that my soul was about to return to the underworld, and I would be a ghost under the rope.

"I know that maybe no one will remember us for hundreds or thousands of years, but what happens in the world is indelible, ever-presenting, ever-lasting. Every knot I tie is an indictment or expectation of the world, waiting for those who really understand me to break it and learn from it. The role of the sorcerer is to pray for the blessings of my people, but instead of bringing them happiness, on the contrary, I have brought great calamity. I can't make up for it, I can only write it down with shame and try to avoid a repeat of the disaster......" I heard an old and decadent voice speak.

There were only bearded men and ross in front of me, and they showed no sign of speaking.

"What's your name?" I asked, looking into the void.

"Tasalare, that's the name I used a long, long time ago. In our tribe, the name has the meaning of 'immortality'. The voice replied.

The bearded man and Roth slowly stepped back until they reached the door.

"You're following ...... Who's talking?" asked Ross in shock.

"Tasharare, I guess that's the owner of the rope. I replied.

"Can you talk to him, can you hear him, what does he say, what does he say?" Rouse asked excitedly, waving his hand up and down.

The bearded man dragged Luo Shi out the door: "Don't disturb Mr. Xia, leave this place to him, and hand over all the problems here to him!"

Ross was still struggling: "He never spoke to me, why did he talk to you as soon as you appeared?" Give me back the rope, give me back the rope ......"

In a sense, the two scientists were experts under the bearded man, perhaps with a high decision-making position. My presence directly threatens their position and threatens to deprive them of their jobs. This is unfair, after all, it was Roth who found the rope and no one else, and he deserves to get the most benefit from it.

"Let go of him, please let go of Rose. I whispered.

The bearded man reacted quickly and immediately let go.

Rose gasped for a few breaths and immediately ran back.

"Don't talk, listen well. I said.

Ross nodded desperately, and immediately covered his mouth, minimizing the bellows-like wheezing sound.

The bearded man withdrew, closing the door with his backhand, not only staying out of the matter, not from any danger, but also giving me room to play and communicate with the invisible wizard at will.

"Say whatever you want. I said.

The ghostly voice of Tasarare rang out: "I have recorded those things with my heart, so that I can make a reference for the future. For this, I waited for a long, long time, and if I waited any longer, the rope would rot. The monsters that attack the tribe come from the northern currents, resemble humans on land and fish in the water, and have a brutal temperament, like wild wolves on land. I've been thinking that if the direction of the tides doesn't change, they will reappear. The indigenous tribes did not have any advanced weapons, and could only fight back in array with the most primitive stones, branches, and sticks, and they were no match for them at all. I must tell the present people of the tribe to retreat their camp back from the tidal flats, preferably all the way into the mountains. ”

It seems to me that he misses the point and only dwells on some minor issues.

For now, we're going to focus on attacking to end the enemy's onslaught, until anyone is not afraid of any threat from the merman.

In ancient and modern times, the same principle is true.

At the moment, only I could hear Tassarare's voice, but Rose could not. His eyes sparkled and fixed on my face, full of admiration and envy.

In this case, strictly speaking, I "sensed" the cannibal wizard's voice, not "heard". Its voice has always been entrenched in the knots of the rope, intermittently conveyed to me like some kind of recording.

"I've never seen an enemy like that, and the end of the world is nothing more than that. They jumped on the crest of the waves in groups, treading water and moving forward as if they were walking on the ground. Their hands were covered with sharp nails, like knives, tearing through everything. Whenever you encounter an obstacle that blocks the road, you will use the power of the waves to crash through everything and run rampant. I saw women and children being killed in large numbers, and some men were torn to shreds in an instant even when they resisted. When the whole tribe fell, there was only the sound of frantic gnawing, and occasionally a brief cry, which was the cry of pain when the tribesmen who were lucky enough to have half their lives left were attacked, but the sound only rang once and a half times, and then disappeared forever. I am alive, but I am already dead, because my whole tribe is dead, and I am the only one left in the whole tribe, and I cannot live alone. So, my tribe is finished......" Tasarare told me.

"Can you tell exactly where the tribe is?" I asked.

Tasarare named one of the southernmost seaside sites in South America, famous for its sugar and clay sculptures.

I suddenly realized that I immediately asked, "Is your name correct?

Thanks to modern computer technology, in order to further confirm my suspicions, I immediately took out my phone and opened Google Lookup.

The name of the village and town reported by Tasarare is "Darajo", which is a transliteration of the name of the South American vernacturnal, which means "lighthouse on the sea". The town is built on a hill with an ancient lighthouse built in the 16th century on the top of the hill, which once set up the long-standing pine oil torches to point the way to passing ships.

What I found suspicious was that "Darajo" was the name of the government after 2000, and until then the town had been the same old name as it was during the Spanish piracy period, with extremely long syllables, shortened to "Checondodi" and Spanish for "supply station". Indeed, the town's location is so advantageous that the coastline makes a sharp bend of less than 60 degrees, creating a natural haven.

The cannibal wizard left the rope no later than 2000, so if he wants to tell the name of his residence, he should report it as "Checondodi", not the new name that came later.

"Tassarare, how do you know the new name of this place? So, do you know what year you were born?" I asked.

The wizard's voice was silent for a moment, and then suddenly an answer almost made me jump.

"September 28, 2016, which is the Common Era, and the massacre took place ten days ago. These are Tasarare's exact words, and I repeat them to Los word for word.

"What massacre?" said Roth, who could not hear Tasharare, so could not understand the meaning of the date.

My voice was hoarse: "The wizard said that the massacre happened in the past few days, and the environment and date of his life are synchronized with ours - the massacre has just happened, quickly check, quickly find out what happened in that village and town?"

According to Tassarare, the half-fish, half-human monster attack came from ten days ago, September 18 to be exact. Now, the slaughter has just ended, and the villages and towns are strewn with corpses.

This doesn't make sense, because the cannibal wizard tells us about the things around him by knotting the rope, and the rope was obtained several years ago, and as soon as the rope leaves the cannibal tribe in South America, he should have lost the spiritual power to continue recording events.

With the ingenuity of modern people, it is very easy to imitate the ancients to tie an identical knot in a rope. However, the knot of modern man is not capable of producing any "remembering" power, just a meaningless knot of rope. On the contrary, every knot tied by the ancients can give great inspiration to modern people.

I emphasize this to prove that the rope really came from a South American cannibal tribe, and not the result of a modern copy.

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about. What do you want me to check, how do you check?" Luo Shi asked again and again.

I searched for news about the village on Google, and suddenly an inconspicuous text message came into view, just a few short sentences: "It is reported that the great storm hit the town of Darlaho in South America, and after a week of rage, it finally receded today." The weather department took a helicopter tour and found that only a dying man was left in the town's ancient lighthouse, already unconscious. Now, the man has been taken to the hospital and is being resuscitated. ”

Next to the newsletter, there are two pictures.

One is the bare town of Darraho after being ravaged by a major storm, with a hill and a lighthouse, but the houses on the hillside have been swept away by the waves, and only the roots are left. In normal times, this kind of shipwreck newsletter will only make people sigh that nature is powerful, and human beings are really vulnerable to big storms. Now, with Tassarare's description, I finally understand that it is not only the water, the waves, the wind, and the rain that have looted Dalaho, but also the mysterious monsters that hide behind nature. Even if there are nearly 10,000 near-Earth communication satellites sent by the countries of the earth in the sky, they cannot capture the real situation of the monster's ransacking of the town of Daraho. As a result, all the inhabitants of the town disappeared and became a meal for the sea monsters. Of course, the wizard said that all the inhabitants of the town belonged to the cannibal race, and when they and their ancestors fed on people, they probably did not think that the heavenly cycle and retribution were unhappy, and eventually they also became the food of another race. When it comes to retribution, it is indeed a universal truth.

The second image was taken at the ancient lighthouse on the hill in the center of town. Several heavily armed rescuers surrounded a wounded man lying on a stone slab and were administering first aid by injection. The scrawny wounded man was on his back, his arms and legs spread out weakly, and only one breath remained. If he is the only one alive, then his name should be 'Tassarare', the cannibal wizard who now uses knotted ropes to send me messages.

I handed the phone to Rose and asked him to show it.

Ross was so stupid, probably because of his innate intelligence, that he hadn't understood what was going on until now.

"Tassarare, I see you. I said.

"Yes, I know you'll see me, and I know you're the only one who understands what's going on. The gods let me live so that you can understand that there is no precedence in human time, and that simply defining one thing as past, present, and future is the greatest fallacy. If the nightmares I experienced were to be seen as a thing of the past, then humanity would not be able to gain experience and lessons and would not be vigilant enough. I am a sorcerer, and before I die, I will convey all my spiritual power to another person, and you listen well, that rope is my token, and it will surely reach the hands of a great inheritor, and that is you. At this moment, my mission has been accomplished, and I can leave in peace. Tasarare said.

I immediately stopped: "The mission is not complete, you have not avenged your people, you have not made this information public, you have not seen me-"

Tasarare smiled bitterly: "Haven't you done all of this? You know, the world will know, and if you do it, the world will be peaceful." Isn't it? Leave it to you, and it's the end of all cause and effect. ”

The rope was discovered by Roth, but his role is only a transit station, held temporarily, and the ultimate goal is to give it to me, and then it is up to me to unlock the secrets.