Fang Xingzhi clearly knows that the meaning of his own existence is to convey information to us. When the task is completed, the meaning of his own existence is only death, but he is still able to face all this calmly and meticulously handle things. Complete, but also satisfy your curiosity in the last period of life.
The story that Fang Xingzhi told us instinctively is not so simple. He played down his own particularity in the narrative just now. But I think this person is a person with a story, and he must not be able to explain it just by reading and literacy. If I was before, I would break the casserole and ask the end, but now I am not too interested in the details of this kind of story. If I go back to the snowy night in Helan Mountain two years ago, Meng Qisheng will tell me about it. In the strange story of Wet Jiao and Ah Di, I would remind him at the beginning that the big brother is to make a long story short, there is no need to be so clear about everything.
Behind Fang Xingzhi, there may be such a memorable story for him, maybe not, but whether it is there or not, it is of little significance to me, as long as the key information tells me, the others are not worthwhile. Yixie.
After a long narrative, Fang Xingzhi can be regarded as initially gaining our trust. In fact, trusting this metaphysical thing sometimes really appears very well. A person’s speech and behavior may make it difficult to trust him, but sometimes it is exactly the opposite.
But in any case, the due trust can be had, and the due vigilance should not be let go. This is why after quieting down, I pinched Chongyang’s butt and asked him to remain vigilant. It's definitely not trying to take advantage of it.
The deeper we climb, the more it feels like we have entered an ancient tomb. The cramped space, square and rough boulders.
I was about to crawl and vomit. I felt that I would have to grind down the bottom if I climbed like this, and finally stopped in front of me.
"What happened?"
"You can stand up."
Everyone leaped in, but in fact the space was still very small, and the people behind could only be wronged and continue to lie in the corridor. Let's study first.
This is a yellowish stone room with a small door opened at the other end, and there are reliefs on the wall of the stone room.
When I saw this relief, I was a little stunned.
The interior of the stone room is painted with golden yellow paint, and there is also a suspended ceiling. It may be a feeling of trying to make a golden wall, but due to the age of too long, there are still some cracks, which looks a little primitive.
This is not the point, the point is the relief on the wall. The main body of the relief is two full-length figures, this reddish-brown skin, this thick eyeliner, this curly hairstyle, this naked upper body, this skirt-like lower body dress, isn't this the fucking Egyptian
No, it’s not an Egyptian. It’s a figure in ancient Egyptian murals. The most notable feature of Egyptian murals is that the figures are all facing the picture with their bodies facing the picture and their heads facing the picture. This is also the most prominent feature of ancient Egyptian art. Features, profile and body law.
But why the hell there are ancient Egyptian frescoes here? By the way, I thought about it before I came in. These huge stones are a bit like the stones of a pyramid. It's not a bit like the damn thing, it's just the same. Kind of craft. Will the pharaoh's tomb be coming out by then, and where are the mummies
I'm a little confused, although I always poke Zhang Qiling secretly, rubbing the heat of the robbery notes, but the third uncle of the Nanpai didn't write about the robbery of the pharaoh's tomb, crazy
Seeing my face was wrong, Gu Tang asked what's wrong
"This is an Egyptian mural, why does it appear here?"
Gu Tang comforted me, "I haven't seen anything along the way, what's the matter with it."
"So it is." I continued to look at the mural.
Two characters occupy the very center of the screen. From the perspective of height and clothing, the identity of the character on the right is obviously more noble. The character on the left is holding a tray or something. It should be a servant-like role, presenting it to another person. Cup-shaped items.
The upper left corner of the picture is full of characters, which are primitive hieroglyphs of ancient Egypt. This is the kind of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs that I was more interested in when I was in college. I have studied the dynasties of them before I can recognize them as ancient Egyptian characters. But I don’t know how to read these words specifically.
"Forget it," I said, "I don't understand it anyway."
He squeezed Fang Xingzhi into the door, and we continued to follow.
There was darkness behind the door, and as soon as I entered, I heard a popping sound in the darkness.
It was the sound of a flame. Just like the plot in a movie, in the darkness, two rows of flames ignite automatically one after another, slowly extending to the distance, illuminating this dark space. We have also seen the source of these flames. It is two rows of stone sculptures of slaves kneeling and topless neatly. In an extremely humble posture, they lifted their hands over the tray above their heads. The tray was lamp oil or something, and the faint flames flickered in them.
In fact, I’ve always thought about the principle behind this phenomenon. If it weren’t for the liquefied gas pipeline connected under the lamp holder, it would be the fuse of a firecracker. When we entered the door, our heel accidentally stepped on a floor tile, one below the floor tile. The lighter, the lighter ignites the fuze, and the fuze ignites the oil lamp.
It couldn't be more reasonable.
I looked back and saw that everyone had already entered, and then there was a click, and a huge boulder fell, blocking the door where we entered.
This sudden situation was a momentary matter. I didn't tell me anything in advance, which caused me to watch the retreat completely blocked, and it took two seconds to react before saying: "Blocked?"
Fang Xingzhi gloated and said, "It seems to be blocked."
Everyone calmed down and was not disrupted by the incident, but most of it also affected morale.
"Look at the top of your head." Gu Tang said softly.
I turned the flashlight over my head, only to find that my vision was quickly blocked.
It is too short. If we call this space we are in a hall, the construction in the hall is still very precise, and the layout is not as rough as in the corridor, except for the ceiling above the head.
The first is that the ceiling is too low, maybe only two or three meters, I can touch the ceiling with a jump.
The second is that it is too rough, the surface is quite rough, as if a house is well decorated everywhere, but the ceiling is still as conspicuous as the cement slab.
It makes people feel weird.
We slowed down and walked forward cautiously. Of course, we were the first one. Since he is the one left by the ancestors of the Ning family, I can use it to find the way with peace of mind.
The slave lamps on both sides lowered their heads, and the faces of the rocks were gloomily illuminated by the wagging fire.
Finally, two idols appeared at the end. It is still two statues of ancient Egyptian style. The two statues are very familiar. The first time I saw them, I was able to confirm where I saw them. Most of them were during the time when I was most interested in ancient Egypt when I was in college.
In front of the idol was a statue dressed up by a pharaoh. I leaned forward to take a look. Ancient Egypt was a country where theocratic power and kingly power existed side by side. The pharaohs would respect the incarnation of the sun god and use theocratic power as the basis for the existence of king power. But most of the time, the pharaoh would only believe in the only theocracy. It is relatively rare for the pharaoh to stand behind two statues of gods.
I surrendered my gaze to the huge turf paper that the Pharaoh was holding. The paper is still ancient Egyptian style painting, but this time the painting is meaningful and seems to be telling something.
The scene in the picture is the scene we are in now. A group of people stood in the main hall, in front of the two gods and the Pharaoh among the gods. Then Pharaoh said something to this group of people. After a while, the group of people hesitated for a while before kneeling in front of the two gods, to be precise. , Kneeling in front of one of the two statues, the next picture, Pharaoh raised his staff.
The boulder above his head fell, destroying everything.
At this moment, my sweat was shed. This is basically a religious struggle. If you choose the wrong side, you will die.
I looked at the open space in front of the two idols, and now I know why the ceiling is so low, because this girl is not the ceiling at all, it is a floating boulder, once it falls, we have nowhere to hide.
"Think about it," I said. "Who is kneeling?"
At the same time, the boulder overhead began to slowly fall.