Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 909 Descendants of the Sun (2)

In the summer of 2013, the Amazon jungle, the Golden City archaeological team.

Legends about the Golden City and the Golden Lake have been circulating on the American continent for hundreds of years.For hundreds of years, there has been an endless stream of explorers from all over the world, but from the beginning to the end, no one has ever seen the true face of the Golden City that sank into the Golden Lake.

Probably, only the emperor of the Inca Empire, who built the Golden City in the legend, has really seen the whole picture of the Golden City.

A small camp was temporarily set up in the jungle. The Golden City archaeological team consisted of 23 people, led by a professor from the Department of Archeology named Doroin.

At this time, Professor Doroin was in the tent discussing with his assistant, an aborigine who was in charge of leading the way and was familiar with the local jungle environment, and a veteran soldier in charge of force in the team.

They have been in the jungle for 20 days - the Golden Lake has arrived early, but they have no clue about the Golden City.

Many years ago, the local government had sent troops to protect the Golden Lake to prevent illegal exploration.But even when the army is beyond its power, there are still many people sneaking into the restricted area-and as time goes by, the local government's care of this place is not as good as before.

"Professor Doroin, our supplies are almost exhausted." The veteran Santa spoke, "The remaining food can only last for another four days at most, otherwise, we will be hungry on the way back .”

"Santa, my old buddy! Please give me some more time!" Professor Doroin begged: "I have been studying the Inca civilization all my life. I believe that the Golden City must exist, and the entrance is nearby."

"One week, at most one week." Santa frowned at this time: "Professor, you should understand that you and I are hired here, and I am the leader of this team, but I also There is also a responsibility to ensure the safety of all personnel."

This is not an archaeological project initiated by Professor Doroin, but one with a sponsor.The funder provided Professor Doroin with a lot of information, and after being recommended by Professor Doroin, Santa became the team leader.

But this time the funder did not come with the team, and even, the funder was entrusted by someone, just as an intermediary——the real boss of this expedition, no one knows who it is.

……

But even though Santa agreed to spare time, Professor Doroin frowned as he looked at the maps spread out on the ground—at this moment, some cheers suddenly came from outside the tent.

A few people came out in doubt, and found that the members of the archaeological team were gathering together, shouting.Professor Doroin called a team member to ask about the matter.

"Professor, one of the team members hunted a wild boar from the woods. Everyone was very happy and discussed how to eat it."

Professor Doroin was taken aback, and nodded: "Oh? Hunting? Who hunted it?"

At this time, Santa couldn't help becoming curious... Cultural people think that hunting a wild boar may be a very simple matter for hunters.But this is not the case. Adult wild boars are very aggressive, and even life-threatening if they are not careful.

I saw the team member pointing forward, and what he saw was a half-lying man sitting under a tree, covering his face with a hat.

Professor Doroin led the people over curiously, "You were the one who hunted the wild boar? How did you do it?"

I saw that the young man lifted his hat, and under his messy hair was a slightly dark face, which should have been tanned by the sun during this period of time... It was a rare oriental face.

Professor Doroin was a little strange. In his impression, this person was indeed in his own archaeological team, but he was not his student. Santa brought him in when he was recruiting people.

According to the situation, Santa seems not very familiar with this young man.But Professor Doroin and Santa have known each other for many years, and know that Santa is not the kind of irresponsible person... This young man should have something special.

"Song, did you really hunt this wild boar by yourself?" Santa was amazed at this moment.

He found this young man in the tavern. At that time, he saw that he was fighting with the drunks in the bar. He was quite good at it, so he started talking, and then hit it off, and then joined the archaeological team.

I don't know the full name, I only know that he let others call him Song.

"Is there a problem?" Song yawned at this time. He was about 23 or [-] years old and always had a vague smile on his face.

During these 20 days, Song basically did not communicate with the people in the team, and seemed taciturn. He just silently followed the team and went about his own business.

"It's amazing!" Santa laughed loudly at this moment.

Song shrugged his shoulders and said calmly: "I'm a little tired of eating dry food recently, and I want to eat a few bites of fresh meat. Maybe it's my luck. I planned to just catch two fish and roast them myself, and then this big guy came to me. me."

This big wild boar is enough to feed the whole team for a day and a half, which is undoubtedly good news for the archaeological team who are short of supplies.

But Professor Doroin suddenly said at this time: "Song, what are you holding in your hand?"

Song was taken aback, then raised his hand.I saw a small ornament carved out of bone wrapped around his wrist, "This one... I found it on the ground, and it looked special, so I put it on. Is there a problem?"

Professor Doroin grabbed Song's wrist and looked at the small ornament carefully, "This is a kind of jewelry worn by soldiers during the Inca Dynasty, and its function is like the military badge worn by soldiers in some armies today. , is used to identify the identity. This... Where did this thing be found? Song, you must tell me! This may be a major breakthrough!"

"I see..." Song thought for a while, then said, "I don't know exactly where, but I can take you there."

"Immediately! Set off immediately!"

Professor Doroin's neck turned red because of his excitement. Then he asked Santa to leave a few people to guard the camp, and then set off with a group of people.

Song brought the members of the archaeological team here, which was under a small waterfall, but the road was not easy. Even veterans like Santa, who had field experience, had already grown up when they arrived. Sweaty, let alone a scholar like Professor Doroin.

At this time, Song stood on a big rock in the pool under the waterfall, pointed to the bottom of the waterfall, "There seems to be a small hole in there, but it's too dark, I was worried that there might be poisonous snakes hidden in it, so I didn't go in." Yes. This piece was picked up inside."

Professor Doroin was sitting on the ground resting, but when he heard this, he quickly got up and shouted: "Quick, quick! Santa, find some rope, I want to go in and have a look!"

At this time, Song looked up at the top of the waterfall. This is the Amazon River who didn't know which tributary diverted several times to come here, right?

Looking at the members of the archaeological team, who were busy exploring the cave under the waterfall at this time, there was a smile on Song's face again, and he could only hear him muttering in a low voice: "It's true, if you don't give some clues, it's useless." None... I almost wasted my pocket money, alas."

After stretching his muscles casually, Song jumped into the pool and swam towards the bottom of the waterfall... This is not the first time he has explored this place.

The last time was a few months ago, and the last team... was destroyed!
The impact of the water suddenly soared, and every inch of advancement required a huge effort. However, at this moment, Song seemed to hear a certain sound.

The whisper that has been occasionally ringing in his head since he survived a few months ago.He tried to remember these strange sounds and its syllable composition countless times, but every time he was so confused.

He seemed to understand the meaning of these whispers, but he still couldn't organize them in his own words in his heart, always so plausible.

"What kind of secret is hidden here... It's really exciting!"

At this time, some members of the archaeological team had already arrived first, and tied the rope. Everyone pulled the rope, and finally passed the impact of the waterfall bit by bit, and came behind the waterfall... As Song said, there are This is a small cave.

Professor Doroin looked around, while Santa observed the edge of the cave at this time, "There are traces of excavation here, although it has been severely washed by running water, it can still be seen...someone has been to this place .”

"I'm afraid they are the ancients of the Inca Dynasty!" Professor Doroin took a deep breath, took a strong flashlight from the team members, and shone it into the cave.

This section of the road is not easy to walk, it is downward, and most of the road is gravel, and because of the water vapor, it is covered with moss, which is very easy to slip.

But after going down this section of the road, the inside has become dry and dry. After going deeper than 50 meters, Professor Doroin found some ancient murals on the wall, which made Professor Doroin extremely excited. .

"This is a sacrificial painting!" Professor Doroin said loudly at this time: "Sure enough, the information given to me by the mysterious funder is not wrong. This is the recording method used by the ancients of the Inca Dynasty!"

"Is...is it the Golden City?" A student of Professor Doroin in the team asked nervously at this time.

"This... it doesn't seem to record the Golden City." Professor Doroin walked over these murals step by step. When he came to the last mural, he stopped suddenly, with a surprised expression on his face. , muttering to himself: "The black sun swallowed the sky... what do you mean?"

I saw a black sun engraved on the mural, and the ancient Incas below were kneeling on the ground one after another. Next to it was an image of an ancient man who looked like a priest, with tears in his eyes.

Song was behind the crowd, and the people watching the team looked at the mural without saying a word, watching the surroundings silently, and at the same time pressed his hand on his waist - the position where the pistol was placed.

"Teacher, what does the black sun mean?"

Professor Doroin frowned at this time and said: "The Inca dynasty had their own worship, and they worshiped the sun god, which is the patron saint of the Inca empire. In the Inca civilization, the name of the sun god was Inti, the creation god Vi The son of Racocha. However, Inti is the incarnation of the sun, and it should be a symbol of light... Why did the ancient Incas carve a black sun? I don't understand this either... However, this discovery is probably the Inca A major discovery in the study of civilization! Hurry up and record all the murals here, don't miss any point!"

For this kind of archaeological research, Santa has no interest at all—he is more interested in finding the wealth in the Golden City, so he looked at the other parts of the cave.

Suddenly, Santa stopped because he found some supplies of modern civilization in the corner of the wall - a water bottle for field use, a hiking shoe, and a few bullet casings!

Someone has been to this place before them!

Santa suddenly thought of Song, this mysterious and capable guy. He remembered that Song was by his side when he was looking around, so he said directly: "Song, come and take a look at the things here! Song!"

However, after Santa shouted a few words, he didn't get a response. He couldn't help but turned his head in doubt, only to find that Song had disappeared at some point—at least, not in his sight.

Santa frowned. Not far away, Professor Doroin and a group of guys were busy recording data, and other people in the team were assisting from the side, and did not notice his actions at this time.

"Song?" Santa called Song again...Suddenly, something seemed to flash by before his eyes.

A shadow!
It was too fast, and Santa subconsciously fired a shot at the place where the shadow flashed past—the sound of this shot startled everyone immediately!

"What happened!" Professor Doroin asked in horror.

Santa responded loudly: "I don't know, but...but there seems to be something here!"

He glanced back at the crowd, and said loudly again: "Everyone, be careful, there may be something dangerous hidden in this place... What's wrong with you?"

I saw a group of people, with terrified expressions on their faces at the moment, looking at him one after another. Santa frowned, and when he realized it in his heart, he broke out in cold sweat.

He swallowed, and turned his head slowly, only to see a pair of huge eyes staring at him in the darkness!

唦——! ! ! ! ! !

What Santa saw was a terrifying bloody mouth!It was an extremely huge boa constrictor, its whole body was covered with black scales, and above the snake's head was a single blood-red horn!
The moment Santa realized it, his eyes were darkened, and his entire upper body had been swallowed by the terrifying python!

The black one-horned python swallowed half of Santa's body, looked up instantly, and saw Santa's legs struggling in the python's mouth in a panic, and finally softened, and the giant python's mouth opened again , and swallowed the whole person directly.

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

In the darkness, a pair of eyes were staring at the scene in front of him. His body was curled up behind a rock, motionless... He was, Song.

(End of this chapter)