Go to Shandong

The three of us looked at each other, and we all saw surprised looks on each other's faces. I didn't expect that this message would eventually lead to a location, and this location is very special, Bashu, which seems to be where all the stories begin.

I had imagined the contents of many oral messages, but I didn't expect that the other party would be so direct. It seemed that he had opened the door and said to me, come on, I will wait for you here.

I was about to go there almost immediately, but after experiencing so many things, my reason forced me to calm down and think about the worst outcome first. This is what my second master taught me.

What if the opposite side is a trap?

Several members of the Cao family are now counting on us, and they have every reason to lure us in and catch them all. However, this method of delivering messages is too luck-based. If we don't find the code book, or don't guess that the encryption method is an inverse code. , wouldn't this plan be in vain? If the Cao family cast a net to catch us, they would never use such an unwise method.

I looked at Han and Sheng, and Xiao He simply said: "Why don't you send someone to find out first? There happens to be the entrance of Longshan Pavilion near this place. That ladle handle has a good relationship with my father. This is a small thing. It should be fine if you're busy."

The plan is to go as Xiao He said. We are waiting for the letter at home.

That night I was tossing and turning, lying down, lying down, getting up, sitting on the edge of the bed and smoking countless cigarettes. This incident was too sudden, and it completely exceeded my expectations, making the already confusing matter even more complicated.

I couldn't figure out who sent me the voice recorder, and what purpose he had in leading me to Bashu.

I already had a feeling. At first I felt that I was just a substitute for the second master, or a fake and inferior product. I checked these things, firstly, to give an explanation to the second master. This was more or less a bit of a trap. The second reason why I was pushed away by Lao He was to find out the story of my father's past, but these two people had already gone to fight with Marx, and I was actually a complete outsider.

But not now. The more I investigate the secrets, the more frightening it becomes. I already have a feeling of losing control. It seems that I am no longer an outsider, and I can no longer withdraw my hands if I want.

Sometimes I feel frightened when I think about it. Is this really a coincidence? Maybe it was the wrong time for me to show up at Erye's shop and beg Lao He to take me to the Tomb of the Immortal, but if it weren't for this network, it would fall on my head one day. Someone had stuffed the tickets in early. In my hand?

I don't know how long I thought about it. I tossed and turned in bed. It was before dawn again that I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Just after seven o'clock the next day, I was woken up by the phone ringing. I picked it up and saw that it was Teacher Zhuo. I immediately woke up and realized that he must have discovered something.

I cleared my throat and picked up the phone, and heard the other person say: "Xiao Cao, it's okay to disturb you so early."

"It's okay, just tell me."

It seemed that the old man was quite anxious, and he said angrily: "Yesterday you sent me the helmet... How should I put it? The three-eye mark on it does come from Bashu, and its relationship with the ghost tribes is hard to say. In the email, you mentioned I think it is very possible that some kind of religious ritual was carried out, but there is no conclusive evidence at the moment, and there is no other unearthed evidence from the same period. Let's put it aside for now and just talk about the three-eye mark. In fact, the people investigating this matter are not only It's you. I also know another person who has been immersed in this field for many years and is looking for this mark all over the world. I want to introduce you to him, which may be helpful to what you are investigating."

"Thank you so much."

The old man seemed very excited, otherwise I wouldn't have sent him an email last night. He called me back early this morning. I guessed that he took care of my sleep time. He hesitated on the phone for a long time before he couldn't wait to call me. come over.

Finally, he told me on the phone that I must not say that I was doing soil walking after I went there. The other party was very taboo. If I make it clear, I will simply say that I am an antique dealer. The old man was very emotional at the end, saying that if this three-eyed mark is really related to the ghost tribes, then we have really dug up a piece of dusty history.

Not long after hanging up the phone, the old man replied to me by email. I opened it and saw that the person was not in Beijing yet, but in Linzi, Shandong Province. When I looked back, I saw that this guy was a staff member of the Human Bone Station of the Institute of Archaeology. No wonder. Teacher Zhuo wouldn't let me say that I was a native.

I looked at the box containing the bronze helmet on the table and thought that although Teacher Zhuo was not sure that the three-eyed mark belonged to the ghost tribes, I knew that there was definitely an extremely mysterious and treacherous connection between the two thousands of years ago.

Judging from the clues found in bloodstains, temples, and sacrificial pits that contain elements of ancient witchcraft, even if this three-eyed mark is not related to rituals, it seems to have extraordinary significance to that group of "people", which is somewhat similar. Totem or prophet.

I let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that I had to make this trip to Linzi, Shandong.

I picked up my phone and checked the train numbers. There was only one trip from Beijing to Linzi. It drove at 08:20 in the morning and arrived in less than three hours. I looked at the time and saw that there was still time. I hurriedly washed up, picked up my suitcase and went out. .

The South Station is not far from me. The subway is not jammed and I arrived just after eight o'clock.

I was relieved when I caught up with the car. I called Lao He and told him that I was going out and would be back in the afternoon. He didn't ask too much.

I find that Lao He rarely gives me some advice recently. He prefers to see us young people discussing and doing things. I don't know if he is tired because he is old, or if he is deliberately delegating power to me. There are two choices. Every one of them makes me a little scared.

I put away my distracting thoughts and as the high-speed train started, I gradually fell asleep. When I woke up, I had ten minutes to go before arriving at the station. I quickly ate a bowl of noodles and got off the train.

Get off the bus from Linzi North, take a taxi and go directly to the archaeological institute at the address. In the car, I called the other party first. The voice sounded like an older man, and his voice was very steady. I first explained my purpose of visit. He seemed to be a little surprised by such a quick visit, but he didn't refuse. Made an appointment with me at the archaeological institute.

After I got off the car, I received a text message inviting visitors. I checked in through the doorman and inquired all the way to the back building. I went up to the third floor and found the house number. I knocked lightly and it said please come in.

I pushed the door open and looked around. It was unexpectedly messy. It was almost all books. There were several piles standing on the bookcase, on the sofa, and on the floor. There were also several large piles piled on the L-shaped desk like a hill.

An old man with short hair and stubble, who looked a bit like Chen Daoming, was sitting in the back. He looked up at me and asked, "Are you Lao Zhuo's student?"

"Ah, yes, I used to be Teacher Zhuo's student." I didn't expect that Teacher Zhuo, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, can make mistakes better than me. He was afraid that I would leak out and arrange an identity for me.

My mind turned around and I said: "When I was in school, I was doing research under Teacher Zhuo. Now I am doing business and tinkering with some gadgets. Sometimes when I go to the teacher's house, he often mentions you and says that you are knowledgeable and now specialize in the study of 'Three Eyes'." Mark', I just received one a few days ago, and as soon as I saw that it matched yours, I hurriedly sent it to you."

I am wearing nothing but flattery. Looking at the books in the room, I don't look too greasy when I take pictures like this. Just when I want to add a few words about being erudite and knowledgeable, reading about the past and present, and being rich in knowledge, the old man snorted coldly. , said politely: "Fart."

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment. What the situation was, I heard him say bluntly: "We have a shitty relationship. Your wife is my idol, but he still has the nerve to mention me."

I didn't expect that there was a story between Linghu Chong and Lin Pingzhi between the two of them, so I couldn't help but curse in my heart, what an old man Zhuo, I was a little confused on the phone, if this three-eyed mark is really related to the ghost tribes, how could he? They didn't contact me directly but they introduced me to someone in the middle. It turned out that I had stolen my little junior sister. No wonder I had to dare to speak. I was the one who wanted to get in trouble with my feelings.

I scratched my head in embarrassment, but this time it hit the horse's hoof. Just when I was about to retreat in despair, the old man spat out a mouthful of tea foam and said: "One yard is one yard, three eyes, you continue to talk." "

I immediately gave a thumbs up and praised: "You really have this ambition. I will talk to Teacher Zhuo later and let him learn from you."

He glared at me, and I shrank my neck and quickly lifted the box. He was stunned for a moment, pointed at the box and asked me, "Did you bring the things? Just like this?"

"Yes, I took a shower and changed clothes before leaving."

He pushed some books in the middle of the table away randomly, exposing a space, carefully took the box and put it down, indicating that I could open it.

I opened the box, and inside was another box that Xiaoyu had placed. When I opened it again, there was the helmet. I picked it up and showed it to him, "That's the symbol."

The old man was very excited. He tremblingly took out two pairs of white gloves from the drawer and asked me to put them down quickly. After I put them down, he put on the gloves and picked them up. I said to myself that I would not hand them over, but the old man understood this quite well.

He carefully picked up the helmet, then took out the magnifying glass from the drawer and observed it meticulously. It took a long time to move only a small area. I looked bored, pushed the book on the sofa, cleared a place and sat down.

The old man threw himself into it and looked at it for more than half an hour before he put down the magnifying glass with satisfaction. I was almost asleep when I heard him ask: "Where did this thing come from?"

I remembered your advice, Mr. Zhuo, and said, "As entrusted by the client, our agency is responsible for helping the employer find out some old stories, or investigate the origins of some old antiques."

At first glance, this bronze helmet is not something handed down from ancient times. I insist that it is left by my grandfather. It is better to get a pair of dentures. Besides, I am afraid of leaving a bad impression. I might as well recommend it to customers. I feel a little bit embarrassed. I figured out the old man's temper.

As expected, the old man didn't pursue it. He thought about it and said, "Can I take an X-ray machine? To be honest, I think the important thing is not the helmet, but the skull inside that tells the story."