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With that, the dean pulled a pile of drawings out of the file and shoved them in front of us. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The top one is a black painting with worn pages and crayons that cover almost the entire sheet. There was a glimmer of light in the black, a woman dressed in white, with a pair of wings on her back, her hands pushed forward, facing the picture, and her hands shone with dazzling light.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I looked at the page. A capital "A" is written in red crayon at the top of the paper, which reminds me of the "scarlet letter", which in Hawthorne's pen represents both sin and holiness. At the bottom of the paper, the handwriting became large and messy, followed by a line of small letters. I was too scared to look at it, but I finally read it. "Ms. Alan Sturgis, she's an angel. ”

I took a deep breath, calmed down, and flipped to the next painting:

It is a colorful painting. But the subject is still angels, the angel's eyes are blue, the feathers on her wings are scattered behind her, her hands are at her sides, and her palms still shine

My lips squirmed slightly, and I silently read the words on the drawing:

"She healed me, not Dr. Hooper, but an angel!"

Next:

The angel in the picture sits sideways, with a blue glowing hand, resting on a girl's cheek.

I see it. She did the same thing, the angel's hand, and made Arya's toothache go away!!

Next:

It turned into a black geometric pattern again, with two wings in the center, and a strange geometric circle around the wings next to it.

The text on the screen became large and messy, some of the letters were several inches high, and the scribbled handwriting was unreadable.

Next:

The words became the theme of the picture, and the picture was disorganized.

Britney broke her neck and was dying.

The angel saved her. The angel is tired. The angel awoke, and I saw again.

I flipped back a few more pages, and the handwriting was unlegible. It seemed like a scribblework of a completely mixed mind, a messy person, but the contents of the painting were deeply etched into my mind. I felt my throat run dry, and I looked up at the dean with trepidation.

The dean pointed to the paper in front of me and read, "The angel saved me!"

This sentence seemed to echo in my mind.

"There was a time when your father, Dr. Hooper, provided free eye care to our women's hospice, and your mother always came with him," said the superintendent. ”

I never heard my father mention it.

"I don't always receive them, but one day, when Dr. Hooper was visiting as usual, there was an accident when there was an accident with the girl Britney Spears who broke her neck. Someone came to report to me, I asked how it was, did I call a doctor. The answer was that it was serious, but Dr. Hooper had already begun to treat him. We waited outside the ward for a long time, and when we saw Britney again, she was out of danger with a splint and bandage around her neck. I also noticed that your mother was pale and looked tired. But at the time, I thought she was afraid of seeing the girl have an accident, or faint blood or something, and I didn't take it seriously. She looked at the crayon drawings in front of her, swallowed her spit, and continued, "It wasn't until I looked at this girl's drawing that I didn't think it was right." Samantha is usually very popular, and there is a nurse who has a good relationship with her. The nurse had left her job, and I went to see her, and she said that at first she thought Samantha was talking crazy, but sometimes she said so many details as if it were really the case. ”

I couldn't believe what she was going to say.

"If it's just that one thing, I can't believe it. So I also went to get some information privately, and asked some of your father's patients, and your mother had been in contact with his patients more than once. And some of the things that Hawthorne used to tell me are some other rumors about your mother, and Pastor Channing first called her an angel, maybe not because it was just a title, but Channing confided to Hawthorne before he died, and the original words were, 'She once helped him heal his parishioners, and she was an angel sent by the Lord to earth'...... A lot of things are connected together, and they can explain the doubts in my mind. She looked at me and then turned to look at George, "I don't know why, and I don't know what happened to me, but my suspicion is that your mother may have extraordinary abilities. She may well be the angel God sent to heal people on earth, at least I would like to believe that. ”

I sat there in a daze, unable to come back to my senses for a long time in a trance. Or I don't know how to react properly when it should be. I felt like my body was being electrified, and anxiety was running rampant in my body. I don't know why. Mothers are angels who heal other people's illnesses and injuries, what's wrong with that?

I could hear George and the Dean continuing to talk, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

"We want to go see the room where Britney was treated, I don't know?"

When I heard this, I immediately reacted and involuntarily shouted, "Please let me go and see!"

The Dean agreed to our request. After another down the hallway, down the stairs, she led us to a large room on the ground floor. Like the other rooms, the contents were emptied.

I looked up and saw a nail in the wooden door of the room. The patent leather on the door was peeling off a little, and the light reflected on the nails, which from the angle I was standing on, reflected the scene in the hallway.

Empty, nothing. It feels completely unfamiliar.

One of the farthest doors in the hallway suddenly opened, as if blown by a gust of wind, and then the door of the penultimate room was opened, one after the other, closer and closer to the room I was in.

The image in the reflection is slightly blurry and shrouded in a layer of fog. I rubbed the nail with my thumb.

The image suddenly brightened up and I almost wanted to look away.

At that moment, a figure flashed and dragged my gaze back.

I saw a man in a white doctor's robe and a woman in a small hat, and I couldn't see their faces clearly. They were led to the room. It wasn't until they walked up to me and went straight through that I realized I had seen a vision again.

I immediately turned my head and there was a girl lying on the hospital bed inside. Her hair was messy, her face was exposed, and her eyes were closed. Her cheeks were swollen with lacerations, bleeding and staining the sheets, and her neck twisted into a strange shape that reminded me of crushed fruit.

A man and a woman came to the bedside. He examined the girl, then turned back and said, "Alan, she's no good, I can't save her, you save her!"

He was my father.

He was talking to me, or where I was standing, which coincided with the woman.

She is my mother.

"I don't know...... Rob...... She was so badly hurt...... I don't have that ability......"

The father stood up and pulled the mother: "Don't say that, I know you can ...... This child is so pathetic, Alan, Alan, please save her. I don't want people to be disappointed in me...... You know, it's important to me. ”

The mother looked embarrassed, but eventually she nodded. He walked to the side of the bed and held out two hands to the girl's neck.

Then I froze, and my hands glowed faintly blue, as depicted in Samantha's crayons, and they grew stronger and brighter.

When the light receded, the mother fell to the floor, and the father hurriedly hugged her. He took her into his arms, hugged her and kissed her forehead. The mother's face was pale, and she seemed to have collapsed, motionless.

The angel saved her. The angel is tired. The angel awoke, and I saw again.

The angel saved her. The angel is tired. The angel awoke, and I saw again.

The angel saved her. The angel is tired. The angel awoke, and I saw again.

The words in Samantha's crayon drawings kept flashing before my eyes, and I started crying.

After that, my memory went blank.

George must have said something to the dean, and left with me. The next memory I have is of being in his car, he was driving, and I was sitting next to him, and it became extremely quiet, terrifyingly quiet.

Dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and the color of the streets turned gray. I looked out the window, and the streets of Boston suddenly became incredibly unfamiliar, and I had lived here for so long before I knew that I was talking about being a dazed and ignorant outsider.

My brain was about to split in half. Half was calm, the other half was screaming, I knew everything—the truth I had been searching for, but what if I knew, was this what I wanted?

George thought I was in a bad state, and he took me to Parker's cabin. I told him I wanted to be alone.

I lay on my bed, ready to finish this journal.

George knocked on my door again, and I looked at my watch, and it was getting late, but he begged me to talk to him, and when I opened the door, I found that William had come with him.

I sat in the little living room, looking at them, trying to know what else they had to say, what else could they say.

"Clover, are you alright?" asked William.

I shrugged and said everything was okay.

William's beard grew back, but fortunately it was normal. Today there was no witty smile on his face, and it could almost be said that he was not smiling, but his tone was a little anxious.

"Tell me what!" I lowered.

He took a few letters out of his pocket and said, "This is from Mrs. Agassi, who she said she had found from Mr. Agassi's personal belongings while sorting out the materials of the two expeditions to Brazil." ”

I frowned, not understanding what he meant.

George said, "Shamrock, you better take a look." In fact, my grandfather's expedition to Brazil has something to do with your grandmother!"

I understood every word in his words, but the connection confused me. Why did Mr. Agassis go to Brazil to have something to do with my grandmother?

I took it and opened it to see that it was a few personal letters.

The title is - To the beloved Marianne.

My name?

Read on.

It has been three days since the big ship docked in the port and we arrived in China.

The letter was full of what the writer had seen and heard in China, and although it was written vividly and interestingly, I didn't have the heart to read it. I skimmed through the ten lines, but at the end, I saw that the signature of the letter was, "Your sincere, faithful believer and servant - William Frank Sturgis." ”

My grandfather, I understood right away, was addressed to my grandmother, Elizabeth Marianne Davis.

Marianne - I heard that my name was in honor of my grandmother, so I used her Christian name.

Before, all I knew was that my grandfather was a wealthy man in Boston, that he ran a shipping company that owned more than half of the Pacific Northwest and China routes, and that his trading company owned almost all of California's fur business. I looked at the time and it was 1818. At this time, he was still working as a captain, and it turned out that he had personally sailed to China on the other side of the ocean.

Attached: A picture of a Chinese dragon, I hope it will bring you some luck and make your adventure in the Amazon rainforest go well.

There is no accompanying picture, but another letter, a reply from my grandmother, which is very brief:

Dear Frank,

We have entered a mysterious hinterland that no one has ever entered before. Hidden in the depths of the rainforest is an ancient ruin, a lost civilization that predates the Aztecs of Mesoamerica and is more civilized than the Mayans, and it will be a huge discovery. The photographs can no longer show the magnificence of more than 300 ancient cities, and a few hand-drawn drawings drawn by me are attached for you to enjoy.

Signature M.

The drawings attached to the letter are ancient ruins drawn by my grandmother's hand, and each piece of paper depicts an ancient city. From the bird's-eye view, they appear in geometric shapes, ranging from square, rectangular, and circular, and these structures are very strange and bizarre.

I flipped and looked at it, and suddenly my hand stopped.

A circular geometric pattern comes into view, with a pair of wings in the middle, or like two hands clasped together. It looked so familiar, I jerked my head up at George and asked, "Why does this look so much like the one in Samantha's crayons?

George must have seen the look of surprise on my face. "Shamrock," he said, "listen to William first." ”

I turned to look at William.

I thought it was all settled, but things went in an incomprehensible direction.

William hesitated, then continued.

"Mrs. Agassis told me that she began to help plan and organize expeditions to Brazil in 1863 because Mr. Agassis happened to have some manuscripts at that time, which pointed out that there was a mysterious community of ancient ruins in the Amazon rainforest, but the exact coordinates of the ancient city were lost, and the members of the expedition that had been there had passed away. (To be continued.) )