i'm not human

The weather in Nanling City has been cloudy for a week. The weather forecast said heavy rain every day, reminding citizens to pay attention to safety and remember to bring rain gear, but so far there has been no heavy rain.Kong Yan hesitated before going out, but still took an umbrella and put it in his backpack, after all, he was going into the mountains, just in case.

Walking all the way out of the dormitory building, I realized that it was already autumn when I came back from the National Day. Nanling University is a century-old school with relatively old buildings. It looks a bit bleak everywhere, especially after the autumn wind. The yellow leaves are full. The sidewalk is a good place to write a few poems.

After taking a taxi at the back door, Kong Yan said to the driver, "Go to the wild goose and return to the mountain", then shut up, put his hands in his pockets, and turned his head out of the car window, obviously refusing to chat.

But the effect is not good.

The driver sitting in the front row glanced at him several times in the rearview mirror, hesitant to speak, probably because he was curious about his unusual hair color.Kong Yan really couldn't ignore the driver's intense gaze, but he didn't know how to explain the color of his hair, so he simply gave up explaining and kept his mouth shut.However, this hesitation seemed to give the driver a signal to chat. It seemed that the middle-aged driver turned the steering wheel skillfully and started chatting mode naturally.

"The handsome guy is from Nanling?" A very common beginning of chatting, the driver is obviously proficient in this.

Kong Yan nodded, and suddenly realized that the driver might not be able to see him, so he replied, "Well, it's from Nanling." As a famous local school with a long history, Nanling University is usually only called "Nanling University" by foreigners, and it can be regarded as a local. A little habit.Kong Yan grew up here, so he naturally knows.

"The handsome guy is from the Department of Archeology? Not like that, should he be from the School of Film and Television Media?" The middle-aged driver glanced at the boy in the back seat again in the rearview mirror. It was the one on TV who wore ancient costumes and acted, "Didn't it mean that Yan Huishan discovered the ancient tomb again? I have picked up three groups of people to go to Yanhui Mountain in the past two days, and including you, this is the fourth time."

"Well, yes." Kong Yan didn't expect that even the taxi driver at the school gate would know the news, didn't he agree to keep it secret before releasing it to the media?After thinking about it, I corrected, "I'm not from the Department of Archaeology, I'm studying literature repair and appreciation." After saying that, I feel a little regretful. It's a bit complicated to explain my major, and it often gives people the illusion of being "high-end". , it's better to let the driver think that he is from the Department of Archeology, anyway, it's not much worse.The most important thing is that I am afraid that I will suffer if I speak this way.

"Document repair?" Sure enough, after hearing Kong Yan's answer, the middle-aged driver glanced in the rearview mirror in surprise, and said in a somewhat exaggerated tone, "That's terrible, the things that passed through your hands are all national treasures Ah! A piece of paper is worth tens of thousands? It’s amazing! Besides, we have only one class in Nanling in the whole country, and I heard that only [-] people are accepted? You passed the exam? Study hard, I said before that I want to take your department, boy, you can be ambitious..."

Kong Yan regretted it even more after hearing him say a series of words in a surprised and curious tone, and he still had the tendency to talk endlessly. As expected, he couldn't say anything that could cause topics when he was in a taxi!In other words, how should he explain it to this uncle? It doesn’t mean that this major is good because the number of students it accepts is small. Although there are only [-] students in four grades and four classes in the same major in the whole country, it also shows that this major is unpopular. ah!And he doesn't think it's good for the driver's son to apply for his profession...

But after thinking about it, he still didn't continue, and quickly changed the subject, "When I went out today, I read the weather forecast and said that there will be heavy rain..."

After paying 30 yuan for the empty fare to the driver, Kong Yan finally let out a sigh of relief when he got off the taxi. The aunt in the supermarket and the taxi driver have always been the existence he fears the most, and they will always have endless things to say , Kong Yan was completely unable to parry, and always felt that if he fell into the middle of them, he would never be able to escape.After being honed until now, he has developed a rigid technique of changing the subject. Although it doesn't work all the time, it's good enough.

After the taxi left in the dust, the foot of Yanhui Mountain gradually quieted down. You could clearly hear the chirping of birds in the distance, as well as the bursts of pines brought by the mountain wind, and even the weeds on the roadside. There is also the sound of gurgling water in the small ditch flowing down.Kong Yan took a deep breath of the smog-free air and felt relaxed.However, there was no way around this place, there was no shop, there was no map, and the mobile phone signal was not good. He stood still and hesitated, but still didn't move around.

I made an appointment with the professor of the Department of Archeology to wait at the foot of Yanhui Mountain at 55:5 in the morning. It is only [-]:[-], and there are [-] minutes left.

Kong Yan stood there in a daze for a while, staring at a wild flower beside the shoe for a long time, but couldn't tell what kind of flower it was.Suddenly, the whole ground under his feet trembled, the gravel vibrated, and the "aggressive" sound of the engine came from a long distance away, echoing among the mountains and jungles.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. After a while, a pink women's scooter drove a huge man from the shade of green trees. The dazzling color had a luminous effect!In the woods behind the car are birds that have been startled flying all the way, and on both sides of the motorcycle are short shrubs with bent branches.Kong Yan looked down at the trembling wild flower under his feet, and deeply understood what it means to "scare the flowers and plants."

With a sound of "swish", accompanied by the sound of tires rubbing against small stones on the ground, the pink motorcycle flicked smoothly and stopped one meter in front of Kong Yan, kicking up countless dust.Kong Yan blinked, feeling a little out of touch with this scene.

"Junior Brother Kong!" A husky voice came from the helmet of the same color, and the people on the motorcycle seemed to find it inconvenient to speak like this, so they quickly took off the helmet, revealing a smiling face full of pimples.

"Hi, brother, do you know me?" Kong Yan was blinded by the white teeth of this brother, paused for a while before smiling and saying hello.Although he didn't know the boy in front of him who was looking at him with a familiar face, but the people who came to the ancient tomb this time must have more qualifications than himself as an undergraduate.

"Is there anyone in Nanling who doesn't know you? Especially after you dyed this iconic hair color, you can see it right away!" He took out the phone from his bag, tapped it a few times, and handed it to Kong Yan, signaling He took a look, "Junior Brother, haven't you seen this yet? Ever since you dyed your hair, my girlfriend has been persuading me to get one with the same style. Do you have a barber shop you can recommend? It shouldn't be too expensive..."

Kong Yan took it over and took a look, it seemed to be a forum in the school, he saw his name at a glance, the title of the first red post on the homepage was bolded, "Why did Kong Yan, the male god of the Great Nanling, grow old all night? Is it emotional injury or terminal illness? Ask for a recent photo! Ask for a comprehensive photo! Ask for WeChat, ask for a mobile phone number, ask for a household registration book!"

"Junior Brother Kong, is your white hair really dyed? It's pretty good-looking! No wonder all the girls in the school have gone crazy for the past two days, looking at your photos every day with silly joy!" Wearing Kong Yan's hair.

Thinking of the words "emotional injury or terminal illness" that he saw just now, Kong Yan pulled out a slightly stiff smile and reminded the senior who was about to talk endlessly, "Senior brother, the professor should wait in a hurry, right?"

Halfway up the mountain, the motorcycle finally stopped. The space for women’s motorcycles is very narrow, and the size of the brother is huge. Kong Yan was thrilled to half-suspend and half-sit on the back seat on the mountain road, feeling that his waist was about to be broken by the bumps , I also ate a mouthful of soil along the way, and I can only comfort myself that the soil of Yanhui Mountain is pure and pollution-free.The road up the mountain was obviously a temporary road. The weeds and shrubs on both sides were straightened out, and a white line was paved with lime powder. It was almost a road, from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.

Brother Huang parked the motorcycle and handed a work card to Kong Yan. Kong Yan took it and hung it around his neck without saying a word.It is not the first time for him to come to the archaeological site, and their professionals often follow the archaeological department. The history of Nanling City can be traced back to more than 3000 years ago. There are many historical relics, so there is never a lack of opportunities to practice.This time it was led by the Provincial Bureau of Cultural Relics. It is said that the newly discovered ancient tomb was excavated, and all the archaeological professors from the school could come.The dean of their department earned a student spot by fighting with others. Although it was a sideline, it was also an eye-opening opportunity. If they were not careful, they could still perform in front of the experts. But I don’t know why the spot fell on Kong Yan himself in the end. .

"This tomb was discovered by the residents of the mountain. A middle-aged man who cut wood lived at the foot of the next mountain. Somehow, the geese came back to the mountain and fell into a hole. It was bad luck. Fortunately, I found a stone door with many strange symbols on it. The woodcutter said that this was how it was played on TV shows before, and the emperor must be buried here, so he reported it layer by layer." Senior Brother Huang said Then, he led him into a cave.The cave is very narrow, and Kong Yan, who is 1.8 meters tall, had to bend over to avoid touching his head.The soil under the feet is soft and moist, the air is full of water vapor, and the clear sound of water flow can be heard.

"Is there a dark river here?" Kong Yan slowed down his breathing, always feeling an inexplicable sense of tension in his heart.They should be in the mountain of Yanhui Mountain. The cave is very deep and they have been going down. It is conservatively estimated that they have walked almost 100 meters.Yanhui Mountain is in the south of Nanling City, not far from the urban area, but the mountain is steep and the development is too difficult, so no work has been done, otherwise this ancient tomb would not have been discovered by a villager who cut wood until now .

"Well, my brother has good ears. This is a karst cave, and the rock structure is quite complicated. According to the professional next door, the underground river basically runs through the entire mountain. It will be there soon, just the stone gate." Senior Brother Huang pointed to the front , Sure enough, after a while, I saw a group of people discussing something together, their voices were very low.Kong Yan carefully identified them, and found that there were several familiar faces, including several teachers who studied cultural relics who had taught their class before, and they were all masters in the field of Nanling history.

Brother Huang walked away when he arrived at the destination, and Kong Yan didn't follow. He found a corner and stood beside him, looking at the surrounding environment with the light that was not very bright.The very smooth stone door mentioned by Senior Brother Huang has been opened, and there is a dark hole in the crack of the door, and there is no light.Among the nearly twenty people standing at the door, most of them were professors and students brought over, and the rest should be people sent by the government.Presumably, large-scale excavations should start after this exploration.

Kong Yan turned his gaze away from the crowd, and placed his eyes on the two stone gates. The dirt and dust on them had been cleaned up, and the whole stone gate strangely presented a very smooth feeling, which made people feel a little unusual.Logically speaking, after so many years in the mountain, there is still an underground river flowing, so the surface of the stone gate should be corroded and uneven.However, this idea only stayed in Kong Yan's mind for a few seconds before he was thrown away, because his attention was attracted by the characters that suddenly appeared on the door.

The characters on the stone gate are arranged in a very neat format, and it is obvious that the seal carver is explaining something—this is most likely a kind of writing.But this is obviously not Chinese characters or some kind of script known to Kong Yan.These characters have a very peculiar brushstroke, with their own internal laws, and the shape is beautiful and natural, more like a mysterious painting composed of lines.

Kong Yan suppressed his mind and looked at the crowd at the door, only to find that they were still chatting about something with normal expressions.

He couldn't help but return his gaze to these characters. After staring at the characters for an unknown period of time, he suddenly felt a little dizzy. He closed his eyes, feeling a little lack of oxygen.Opening his eyes again, the characters in front of him—seemed to be moving?Kong Yan took half a step forward slightly, then bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and looked over intently—the number of characters is increasing!I only saw seven lines of characters before, but now the ninth line has appeared, and it is still increasing!

But among the people present, except him, no one seemed to notice the mysterious characters that suddenly appeared on the smooth stone door.

Then what he saw, was it a hallucination?If not a hallucination, then what?

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