Trafford’s Trading Club

Golden City Archaeological Team, Amazon Jungle, Summer 2013.

The legend of Golden City and Golden Lake has been circulating on the American continent for centuries. For centuries, explorers from all over the world have been relentless, but no one has ever seen the true face of the Golden City sinking into the Golden Lake.

Perhaps only the legendary Emperor of the Inca Empire, who built the Golden City, has truly glimpsed the whole of the City.

A small camp was temporarily erected in the jungle with 23 members of the Golden City Archaeological Team, led by an archaeological professor named Doroin.

At this time, Professor Doroin is discussing in the tent with his assistant and an indigenous who leads the way and is familiar with the local jungle environment, as well as a veteran soldier in the ranks responsible for force.

They have been in the jungle for twenty days - the Golden Lake has already arrived, but there is no clue about Golden City.

Years ago, the local government had sent troops to protect the Golden Lake from illegal exploration. But even when the army is overwhelmed, there are still many people sneaking into the restricted area - and over time, the local government is not looking after the area as well as it used to.

“Professor Doroin, we're running out of supplies.” Speaking of Veteran Santa, "the rest of the food can last up to four more days, or we'll be starving on our way back. ”

“Santa, my old man! Give me some more time, please!” Professor Doroin pleaded, "I've spent my entire life studying Inca civilization, and I believe the Golden City is inevitable, and the entrance is right around here. ”

“A week, no more than a week.” Santa frowned at the moment: "Professor, you should understand that you and I are both hired to come here, and I am the leader of this team, but it is equally my responsibility to ensure the safety of all personnel. ”

This is not an archaeology initiated by Professor Doroin, but has an investor. The financiers provided Professor Doroin with a great deal of information, which was then recommended by Professor Doroin before Santa became the leader.

But this time, the investor didn't come with the team, even though the investor was commissioned, just as an intermediary - the real owner of the adventure, nobody knew who it was.

……

But Santa promised to squeeze out the time, and Professor Doroin looked at several maps that had been laid out on the ground, and he frowned - at this point, there was suddenly some cheering noise coming from outside the tent.

Several people came out confused and discovered that the archaeological team members were gathered together and shouted. Professor Doroin called a member of the team to ask questions.

“Professor, a team member caught a boar out of the woods, and everyone was happy to discuss how to eat it. ”

Professor Doroin nodded. “Oh? Hunting? Who caught it? ”

Santa becomes curious at this point… The culture thinks hunting a boar can be a simple thing for the hunter. But the truth is, adult boars are very aggressive and even life-threatening.

The team pointed to the past and saw a man sitting under a tree with a hat covering his face and half lying down.

Professor Doroin walked over curiously, "Did you catch the boar? How did you do that? ”

Only the young man lifted his hat, and under his muddled hair was a slightly dark face, which should have been sunlit during this time… a rare Oriental face.

Professor Doroin was a little strange, and I was under the impression that this man was in his own archaeological team, but not his own student, and that Santa only brought him in when he recruited people.

Depending on the circumstances, Santa doesn't seem very familiar with the young man either. But Professor Doroin and Santa have known each other for years, knowing that Santa is not the kind of irresponsible person... this young man should have had something to do with it.

“Song, did you really hunt this boar yourself?” Santa was amazed at the moment.

He found the young man in the pub, and watching him fight the drunk guy in the bar, he was pretty good at it, and he talked to him, and then he joined the archaeological team.

I don't know his full name, I just know he let someone call him Song.

“Is there a problem?” Song at this time hit a debt, about the age of 234, always with a smile on his face.

In the past 20 days, Song basically did not communicate with the people in the team. He appeared silent, but followed the team silently and did his thing.

“Wonderful!” Santa laughs.

Song shrugged his shoulders and said softly: “I've been getting a little tired of eating dry food lately, I want to have some fresh meat. Probably my luck. Well, I was just gonna grab two fish and bake them myself, and then this big guy came after me. ”

This wild boar, enough to feed the entire team for a day and a half, is undoubtedly good news for the materially scarce archaeological team.

But Professor Doroin suddenly said, "Song, what are you holding? ”

Song froze and then lifted his hand. I saw a small piece of bone sculpted around his wrist, “This... I found it on the ground, it looked special, and it wore it. Is there a problem? ”

Instead, Professor Doroin grabbed Song's wrist and looked carefully at the trinket. "This is a trinket worn by soldiers during the Inca dynasty. It acts like a military brand worn by soldiers in some armies today and is used to identify them. Where the hell did you find this thing? Song, you have to tell me! This could be a big breakthrough! ”

“Well...” Song thought for a while, "I don't know exactly where I'm going, but I can take you there. ”

“Now! I'll be right there! ”

Professor Doroin, agitated and rednecked, then asked Santa to leave a few men behind to guard the camp and set off with a group of people.

Song brought archaeological team members under a small waterfall, but it was not a good way to go. Even veterans with field experience such as Santa were already sweating by the time they arrived, telling them not to say Professor Doroin.

At this time, Song stood on a large stone in the waterfall sink, pointing to the bottom of the waterfall, “There seemed to be a small hole there, but it was too dark. I was afraid there was a venomous snake hidden inside, so I didn't go in. This is what I found inside. ”

Professor Doroin was sitting on the floor resting, and as he listened, he quickly climbed up and shouted, "Come on, come on! Santa, get some rope. I want to see it for myself! ”

Song then looked up at the top of the waterfall, and this is the Amazon river. He didn't know how many bypass the tributary before coming here, did he?

Watching the archaeological team members, at this time busy exploring the cave under the waterfall, Song's face got another smile, just listening to him whisper: “Really, if you don't give me a clue, it's useless... almost wasted my pocket money, alas. ”

After moving his muscles randomly, Song Poop suddenly jumped into the pool and headed under the waterfall... this is not his first time exploring the place.

The last time, it was a few months ago, and the last time the team... the regiment died!

The impact of the current suddenly soared, and every inch of progress required tremendous effort, yet at this point Song seemed to hear some kind of sound.

That's been an occasional whisper in his brain since he survived a few months ago. He tried countless times to remember these strange sounds, to remember their syllables, but every time it was so confusing.

He seemed to understand these whispers, but was never able to organize them in his own language, always so much as not.

“What kind of secrets are hidden here… what an anticipation! ”

The archaeologists had already arrived step by step and tied the rope, the crowd pulled the rope, finally crossed the impact of the waterfall a little bit, after coming to the waterfall... as Song said, there is a cave here not too small.

Professor Doroin looked around, and Santa was looking at the edge of the cave at the moment, "There are excavated marks here, which, although badly brushed by running water, can still be seen… this place has been visited. ”

“I'm afraid it's the ancients of the Inca dynasty!” Professor Doroin took a deep breath and grabbed a strong light from the teammates, shooting into the hole * *.

This part of the road is not easy to walk, it is downward, the road is mostly crushed stone, and because of the water vapor, it is mossy and easy to slip.

But after this downward journey, the interior had dried up, about fifty meters deep, and Professor Doroin found some ancient murals on the wall, which made Professor Doroin very excited.

“This is a sacrificial painting!” Professor Doroin said aloud at this point: "Indeed, the information given to me by the mystery of the investor is correct, and this is the way the ancients of the Inca dynasty recorded it! ”

“Is… is it Golden City?” One of Professor Doroin's students in the team asked nervously at this time.

“This… this does not seem to be the Golden City.” Professor Doroin walked past these murals step by step, and when he came to the last mural, he stopped suddenly, and the divine color was a little surprised, muttering to himself: “The black sun, it devoured the sky... what do you mean? ”

There was a black sun engraved on top of the mural, and the ancient Incas beneath fell on their knees, with an ancient image of a sacrificial figure beside them, tears in their eyes.

After the crowd, the people watching the team looked at the mural, silently and silently watched the surrounding area, while pressing their hands between their waists - the position where the pistol was placed.

“Teacher, what exactly does the black sun mean? ”

Professor Doroin frowned: “The Inca dynasty has its own worship of the Sun God, the Guardian God of the Inca Empire. In the Inca civilization, the name of the Sun God is Inti, the son of the Genesis God Vera Kocha. But Indy is the incarnation of the sun and should be a symbol of light… Why should the ancient Incas engrave a black sun? I haven't figured that out either... but I'm afraid this discovery is a major discovery in the study of Inca civilization! Hurry up and write down all the murals here. Remember not to miss a thing! ”

Santa was not interested in this archaeological research at all —— he was more interested in finding wealth in the Golden City, so he looked at other things just as the cave protruded.

Suddenly, Santa stopped because he found some supplies of modern civilization in the corner of the wall - a canteen for the wild, a hiking shoe, and a few shell cases!

Someone came to this place before them!

Santa suddenly remembered Song, this mysterious and talented guy, he remembered that Song was around when he was looking at the surroundings, so he said directly; “Song, come and see what's here! Song!”

But Santa didn't even get a response after shouting a few words, and he had to look at it with confusion, but found that Song didn't know when it was gone - at least, he wasn't in his sight.

Santa frowned, and not far away, a group of Professor Doroin guys were busy documenting the data, while the rest of the team were helping from the side and did not notice his movements at this time.

“Song?” Santa called Song again... suddenly something seemed to flash in front of her.

A shadow!

Too soon, Santa subconsciously fired a shot at the place where the shadow flashed - the sound of the shot struck and shocked everyone!

“What happened!” Professor Doroin asked in horror.

Santa responded out loud: “I don't know, but… but there seems to be something here, something! ”

He glanced back at the crowd and shouted again: “Everybody be careful, there may be something dangerous hidden in this place... what's wrong with you,”

Only a team of people, at this moment all the faces are frightened, looking at themselves, Santa frowned and his heart reacted, suddenly sweating cold.

He swallowed his saliva and turned his head slowly. He saw a huge pair of eyes staring at himself in the dark!

Shh ——!!!!!!

Santa saw a horrible bloody mouthful! This is a giant python full of black scales, and above the head of the snake, there is a bloody red unicorn!

As soon as Santa reacted, he was already black in front of him and his entire upper body had been swallowed by this horrible python!

The black unicorn python swallowed half of Santa's body and instantly raised his head, only to see Santa's legs struggling in panic in the mouth of the python, finally soft down, the mouth of the python opened again, and swallowed the whole person.

At this moment, the archaeological team was in total panic.

In the dark, a pair of eyes were staring at the scene in front of him, his body curled behind a rock, motionless... he was, Song.