i'm not human

At seven o'clock the next morning, Kong Yan stood at the door of the guest house, leaning on Cang Li's shoulder and yawned. It might be because he had another dream. Sleepy.

Seeing him squinting his eyes and dozing off, Cang Li felt a little distressed, so she unbuttoned her coat, wrapped him in her arms, and stroked his hair with her chin, liking this close feeling very much.

Mu Dianmo retreated out of the room, just as Qin Zheng and Shen Ren also drove over, and when everyone was present, Cang Li motioned for everyone to get in the car.At this moment, a gray off-road vehicle suddenly rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed, and it seemed that it would not be able to stop the vehicle.Cang Li narrowed his eyes, blocked Kong Yan behind him, and looked at the rampaging car, which made him very angry.

Suddenly stopped not far from several people, the car door opened quickly, a man about 30 years old got out of the car, he was wearing a gray coat, there was a lot of fine sand in his hair, his eyes were bloodshot .Seeing a few people at the entrance of the guest house looking at him, he looked at him for a while, came over with some hesitation, and asked politely, "Are you the staff of the Shanhai Special Affairs Department?" He looked at a few people, and finally talked to Shen Ren .

Shen Ren blinked his eyes when he heard the name "Shanhai Special Affairs Department", and it took him more than 20 seconds to realize that it was the Shanhai Group. It was so official that he didn't understand it.

"Yes, we are, may I ask who you are?"

Perhaps it was because Shen Ren seemed relatively approachable, the middle-aged man hesitated for a long time, and politely asked for advice, "Can I see your ID?" He looked at the imposing man next to him, and then looked at Looking at the white-haired boy in the man's arms, I feel that these people don't look like civil servants at all.

This is not the first time Shen Ren has encountered such a thing. Every time he goes on a mission, someone always thinks that they are members of a bad social organization, so he quickly took out his certificate and showed it to the middle-aged man, "I believe so." right?"

The middle-aged man read it twice before he believed that this was indeed the person he was looking for.So with a serious face, he stated his intention of coming, "I have clues about the Jiamu Ancient City Protection Station."

Cang Li, who was hugging Kong Yan, looked over and saw the man rubbing his hands nervously, but didn't ask much, "Clue? Let's go up and talk."

A few people went back to the guest house and sat down in a small conference room on the second floor.The meeting room looked like it had been in disrepair for a long time. The walls were loosely covered with white wallpaper, the tables and chairs were also very old, and there was a musty smell in the air.

The middle-aged man sat awkwardly on the chair, the chair legs were a little loose, and the chair made a "creak-creak" sound when he moved it, which seemed very abrupt in the quiet conference room.Cold sweat broke out on his back nervously, and he kept swallowing.

Mu Dianmo saw that Cang Li had no intention of speaking at all, so he opened his mouth first, "What do you mean you have clues about the Jiamu Ancient City Ruins Protection Station?" Hidden traces, come here are all passenger planes, but if it is said to be public, it must not be public.So this NPC came over so hurriedly early in the morning, probably because of the people involved.

The middle-aged man glanced at the people present, thought for a while and then said cautiously, "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Zheng Hui, I am the son of Zheng Shuguo, the director of the Jiamu Ancient City Protection Station, and I am almost thirty this year. "After he started, he spoke smoothly, "Are you going to investigate the mysterious death of someone at the protection station?"

Mu Dianmo nodded, "You can say that."

After getting an affirmative answer, Zheng Hui was obviously more at ease, and his tense shoulders loosened, "It seems that I have caught up. I just got the news yesterday that the people from the relevant departments above have arrived, so I left overnight. I rushed over from the ruins, but luckily I didn’t miss it.” He was a little lucky, and changed his sitting position, but the chair started to creak again.

He smiled embarrassingly at the crowd, making the corners of his eyes more conspicuous, organized his sentence, and Zheng Hui continued, "I have been at the ruins of the ancient city of Jiamu since I graduated from university, and my dad is going to let me inherit his I am also very interested in Jiamu. Before that, we made a huge discovery in the ruins of the ancient city of Jiamu, that is, we found a temple. According to our inference, that temple should be dedicated to the Jiamu people thousands of years ago. God of faith."

He talked about the things he was familiar with, and his language became more and more fluent. "In that huge temple, we found a lot of stone carvings, some of which have been transported to the National Museum, and are ready to be exhibited after being archived."

When Kong Yan heard this, his drowsiness disappeared.If he was right, the ones that Zheng Hui said were found from the temple and sent to the National Museum should be the ones he saw at Curator Xu's place that day.

Zheng Hui scratched it with a pair of rough hands, "There is a very important stone tablet inside, which is engraved in Tocharian language, which is now understood by few people in the world. But we recorded it and sent it abroad for consultation. Experts have deciphered about half of them. The general meaning of these words is, "This temple is dedicated to a great god, and it must be devout and respectful." On the back of the stone carving, there is a bird-shaped totem, and we guess this is the "god" ’, but the people at that time simplified the image of the gods and carved them on the stone slabs.”

After he finished talking about the general background, he changed the subject and his tone became more cautious, "There are two old professors in our protection station, one is Xun Po and the other is Luo Fusheng. They are both over 60 years old and are staying in Jiamuyi It’s been almost half a century. But the two of them have not been very coping. They are often arguing about research funds. Quarrels are common. But one night about two months ago, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and heard them The two were arguing in a low voice. I didn't pay attention at first, and I was going to persuade them to fight, but I didn't expect the content of their quarrel, which made me feel a little strange."

He remembered that night, under the not-so-bright moonlight, he saw two gray-haired professors arguing fiercely, their expressions were almost crazy, like crazy beasts, and he couldn't help swallowing. They are still in fear.

"They mentioned an 'existence' in the temple during the quarrel, they called it by 'that lord', and the words were very fanatical. They said that 'the lord' needed tribute, otherwise the two of them could not Achieve my wish. I felt very strange at the time, so I didn't make a sound, and I went back to the room to rest after they all left."

"I didn't understand what they were talking about at the time, but after two days, the two female interns who had just arrived at the protection station were taken to the temple by them, saying that they were taking them On-the-spot observation. As a result, the two girls fell ill after returning and passed away quickly the next day. I didn't know what happened at the time, but I remembered the "sacrifice" mentioned by the two professors, and felt very sad. Afraid." After he finished speaking, his face was obviously tense, and his muscles were tense.

Mu Dianmo and the others looked at each other, guessing that the so-called "that lord" might be the Great Heavenly Demon.They didn't interrupt Zheng Hui and listened to him continue.

"Later, people came from above, but on the day when the three staff members came, I happened to be having a meeting outside. When I returned to the protection station, I heard that the three people had also died. The way of death was horrific. In the middle of the night At that time, I carefully peeked at the windows of the two professors, and I saw that they were lying on the ground, both of them had a long cut on their arms, and they were dipping in perverted Drawing pictures on the ground with my own blood, and chanting words while drawing.

I was terrified and thought they might believe in some kind of cult, so I went directly to my father in a panic and told him about it.My father also attached great importance to this matter, and called a few people to go with me to the two professors' rooms overnight.But we knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. We were afraid of accidents, so we kicked the door open. "

His face turned pale, and he took a few deep breaths before suppressing the feeling of wanting to vomit.Although it has been a long time, he felt that he would never forget the scene he saw when he opened the door.

"The two of them fell into a pool of blood in a very distorted posture. There was so much blood that I and a few others couldn't help but vomited when I saw it. Those two people can no longer be called human beings, and the flesh and blood on their bodies are gone. , only dry skin and bones were left, very scary. At that time, there were still some lines drawn messily on the ground, and my father destroyed them himself, and then took advantage of the night to secretly collect the two old professors. , and no one to notify.

This is a vicious incident, but because my father is going to retire soon, he wants to hide it. "

At this point, Zheng Hui wiped his face, feeling a little helpless, "But this is human life! Although I don't believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world, seven people have died since Jiamu's temple was excavated. .I feel that no matter what it is, human life is not valuable. So after knowing that someone from above has been sent down, I came here quietly without telling my father."

His mood is also very contradictory, on the one hand is his father, on the other hand is his own conscience, he must have struggled for a long time before deciding to come over to "inform".

After Yan Qingtang heard it, his expression was a bit complicated, "There are more than seven people." The voice was very low, and there was a slight echo in the empty conference room.

Zheng Hui was taken aback, and looked up at him, "What?" What's more?

"I said there are more than seven people." Yan Qingtang looked directly at Zheng Hui, and his voice seemed to come from the cracks in the bones, "My teammates, I was planning to go to the protection station to take you back to Jiamu City to ensure safety. As a result, five people, except me, all died on the way." He pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "So I said, there are more than seven people who died."

There should be eleven.

After he finished speaking, the entire conference room was silent.

Zheng Hui loosened his hand holding the teacup, and the teacup fell on the table with the lid attached, and steaming water flowed all over the table, dripping to the ground in a "tick-tick-tick" manner.He shrank his whole body, shrunk his body, and buried his face in the palm of his hand, his breathing seemed to be choked.

It's all human life--

The author has something to say: Tocharian: a very ancient language. After the death of old Mr. Ji Xianlin, no one in our country seems to understand it. It is very regrettable.Many ancient cultures have been lost, and they have really been left in the long river of time.Thinking about this while writing, I feel that human life is short and human history is long, and this kind of inheritance is really not easy.

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