Daomu Biji

Dog Day!My scalp exploded, shaking all over my body, and I said what was going on?In 1990, there was my handwriting on a seal in a university in Changsha?

wrong!Certainly not wrong!I thought to myself that this kind of thing would never happen, but at the same time, I knew very well that my instincts for handwriting, and the professional instincts seen by more than 100,000 rubbing books, would definitely not deceive people.

It was a coincidence. I learned the thin gold body. Maybe the man also learned the font, so it is a bit similar to the charm.

I patted my head and found a hundred reasons for this, like a man who wanted to find an explanation for himself after being derailed.I thought that I felt ridiculous in the end, knowing that these nationalities would never lie to me.

I looked at my watch and it was midnight. At this time, it was unrealistic to call Dujuan Mountain out again, but I decided to sleep tonight.Anyway, the door was outside the archive, and you could see it without a key, so you tidied up, pulled on Wang Meng, and set off to the university again to see what happened.

I took a taxi and didn't have Dujuan Mountain's work permit. The doorman refused to let me in.Those who have studied at university will not understand this. They went back to the small selling point and bought Bao Zhonghua. They easily mixed in and returned to the old auditorium with their memories.

The whole school lights were off, only the street lights were on, and the surroundings were black.However, I was so anxious that I didn't care at all. I went all the way to the underground archive room and went directly to the words on the seal.

The handwriting naturally didn't run, it was there.

My heart was beating fast, I wanted to see the female bathhouse, and I hurriedly took photos with a flashlight.

On July 6, 1990, the Institute of Archaeology of XX University was sealed.

This time I saw more clearly, and in my head, every stroke and every stroke was clear.Looking at it, cold sweat slipped off my cheeks.

It's really my handwriting.

I was stunned, almost collapsed.

Ordinary people can recognize their handwriting as long as the interval is not too long, let alone which line I am in.This is definitely my handwriting, there can be no excuse.

How old am I in 1990?thirteen?fifteen?At that time did I know the thin gold body?His mother may not even know the thin gold body!How is this going?

"For me, everything is over, but for you, nothing actually started."

The uncle's voice suddenly rang in his ears, and the long-lost feeling of a splitting headache began to hover in my mind again.

I took a deep breath and wanted to disperse these things, and I began to reorganize all the fragments in my head.My previous experience tells me that it is useless at this time, and once it becomes irritable, it is difficult to calm down. You must calm down before the irritability.

I remembered the video tape sent by Wen Jin, there was a person who was very similar to me, crawling in Golmud's nursing home, but she didn't have time to explain it to me. The third uncle once said that it is not easy to ask them, thinking That was his eloquent words, and now I think about it, it is indeed suspicious.

What happened to me?How should this be explained?It seems that there is not only one me in this world, but another me, who wrote this seal in this place almost twenty years ago.At about the same time, Yu'ermu's old house was photographed ...

I was so disturbed that I had no clue at all, which was more headache than the third uncle's thing.

Hold the flashlight and take photos of the space behind the seal.

Assuming that the seal was posted by "I", then obviously this is a play.At least to be sure, the "I" who wrote the seal has everything to do with this research.

This basement, which they think hasn't been visited for decades, not only has anyone been in, but also involved such a weird thing.I can't help but wonder, what will happen then?It seems that I have to go down and figure out what the situation is.

The Heigolongdong below is like the tomb of an ancient tomb. I have another bitter experience in Golmud, and I can't help but be afraid.But thinking that this is the urban area of ​​Changsha, not far away is a community police station, the civilized world has always been reliable, and there will never be a plot in the ghost story of the campus. So I wiped the sweat and felt depressed while breaking the chain. The point is here, you can get a pack of Chinese food, why buy two azaleas that honor you?

The iron chain weighs twenty kilograms, is extremely rusty, and is extremely large and dynamic. It can be thought that the person who locks this door must be a real person.After pulling it twice, I suddenly had a bad idea: with such a thick iron chain, shouldn't it be a monster locked?

Immediately got rid of this idea, how is it possible?

Carefully pulled the iron chain out and put it aside, full of rust slag, and then torn the seal, and took two breaths as I walked down, tears came out of the dust that was lifted.

The stairs are messed up, all old tables and chairs.

Going down, I saw a door that was the same as the archive room above, and was not locked.Take a picture inwards, it is a room as big as above, but there are no files in it, and it is full of debris.

After taking a photo, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This is not an old archive room that Du Juanshan said, but a debris warehouse.And looking at the rubbish, it may be piled up when the house is built, a thick layer of ash.

I took photos around with a flashlight and pulled up my T-shirt to cover my mouth and nose. The smell of dust was really pungent, which made me very uncomfortable.There are messy footprints on the ground, and there is also a layer of dust on it. Obviously, the time to step on is not short. It may have been stepped out when something happened that year.The footprints are stacked into one line, and it may be seen that there are two or three people walking erratically, all the way to the inside of the warehouse.

Follow the footprints, look at the debris around, can't tell what those things are.A few steps deeper, I could barely see that there were many large wooden boxes.

But when I came to these boxes, I thought of a story; in the warehouse of the National Archives, I found several wooden boxes, all of which are Dunhuang ’s Tibetan scriptures, which were shipped at the time of payment. , Where has been put up, until I found it.

Will there be such treasures in these warehouses?

The size of the box is huge. With my own strength, it is impossible to find out what happened in this storehouse.Too messy and dirty.Even if the clues are found, they have no power to remove them to check.

When I walked to the end of the warehouse, there was a little less debris. There was a large square box covered with something. The footprints kept walking towards the box. I squatted down and found that they did not stop in front of the box. The footprints were pressed under the box.

"Boss, this box is here to move forward." Wang Meng arrived.

That is to say, they blocked something.At the angle of this box and the corner of the wall, there will inevitably be a space, what is inside to block?

I said to Wang Meng: "Go, push away."

"Ah?" Wang Meng's face was green, "Boss, this ..."

"Just ask you to go!" I said.He had to swallow his mouth and carefully pushed the box.The box was extremely heavy, and his face was suffocated with pig liver, before he pulled the box aside.I took a photo of the flashlight, and there were several piles of files in the back angle.