Chapter 29 The Messenger of Daxue Mountain Brings the Ice Book in the Wooden Box
I walked over slowly, took the empty gun from Kasha's hand, and put it on the table aside.
"It's just a nightmare, it's just a nightmare, right? Calm down, calm down, wake up, it was just a dream..."
I comforted her in a low voice until her eyes returned to normal and had a dark luster again.
"Sorry, I dreamed that Mr. Qin turned into a doll. The doll was placed on a huge tray on the table... Everyone was sitting at the table, holding knives and forks, with ferocious faces, like devils... I don't
I know why I think so, maybe it’s because over the years, Mr. Qin’s family has become a big fat sheep in the eyes of his colleagues..."
Kasha put his head in his hands and rested his chin on his knees.
I have learned about Qin Chengpei's business territory, and it is indeed too big to fail.
When a whale falls, all things come into being.
If something unexpected happens to Qin Chengpei, the issue of property competition will soon surface. Even if he signs a legal document and leaves all his property to his young lover Vivian, it will cause many sensational conflicts.
The wages of avarice is death.
When a fortune of hundreds of billions comes down, everyone will lose their true nature and become a monster that chooses and devours others.
In Kasha's nightmare, everyone is eating Qin Chengpei with knives and forks, which is just her subconscious anxiety. Although it is weird, it is not unreasonable.
"Mr. Qin will not turn into a puppet. A puppet is just a strange natural phenomenon with no reversibility. Okay, okay, wake up. Things haven't reached their worst yet, right?"
I gently patted Kasha on the back, asking her to forget the nightmare as soon as possible, so as not to leave an opportunity for the enemy. In addition, it was not a good habit for her to shoot in her dream. If she really wanted to accidentally kill someone, she would
There's going to be a lawsuit.
After resting for ten minutes, I made a pot of black coffee and poured a large cup for Kasha, deliberately not adding sugar or milk.
"After drinking coffee, let's talk about the Emperor's Divine Saw. You said that after Mr. Qin came back from the Dulong Bingzhu Temple in the Snowy Mountains, he planned to cut down all the ancient trees in Uttar Pradesh that were over a thousand years old. What were he looking for...? He wanted to
Are you looking for similar dolls? Could it be that the legend of a thousand-year-old tree turning into a spirit is true?"
I did not control and guide Kasha in a condescending manner, but took a consultative tone and chatted slowly with her.
"Yes." Kasha nodded and took a sip of coffee.
The coffee was produced in Uttar Pradesh and had a strong bitter taste, which made her frown hard.
"He said that ancient trees that are more than a thousand years old have experienced spirituality for more than ten centuries. During the war, some wise men lived in seclusion in the depths of the forest and lived among the trees. Some people even carved out giant trees and lived in the trunks.
Eventually they merged with the big tree and acquired the characteristics of plants. In this case, they broke through the human life span of 150 years and became immortal gods like Peng Zu. What Mr. Qin meant was to find those
Wherever the God-man dwells, he can discover the secret of eternal life——"
"Is there something wrong with his body?" I asked pretending to be casual.
I have asked similar questions before, and now I am just continuing to seek confirmation.
Kasha was noncommittal, paused, and continued: "Mr. Qin is very afraid of death. He always says that he already has a huge amount of wealth, but he can only live one hundred or one hundred and fifty years like ordinary people.
, he was unwilling to do so and had to find a way to live forever so that he could live forever. It would be best to be reincarnated with memories like those practitioners. He was very smart. He had been studying this problem for fifteen years and invested 400 million.
About to break through..."
Regarding reincarnation, most European and American scientists believe it is feasible, and have formed many research groups to conduct ten-year research on snow mountain practitioners. Unfortunately, ten years may not be enough for one person.
It is short, but in the long history, it is only an insignificant moment.
"He is really whimsical, just like the genius American scientist who landed on the moon and pointed at Mars. If nothing happens to Mr. Qin, I really hope he can succeed. There are too many of us Chinese who follow the rules and expect someone to
Break the rules and create a different life..."
This is what I say from the bottom of my heart, because before joining the Antique Investigation Bureau, I worked in several well-known exploration detective agencies, and had contact with some so-called "reincarnations". In the end, there was irrefutable evidence that they were all sensationalists and spreading rumors.
Many scientists assert that humans have never conquered ideological consciousness, soul migration and other metaphysical matters, and anyone who claims to master such technologies is a liar.
The conversation between Kasha and I is very private. After all, there is no conflict of interest between us now. She is Qin Chengpei’s spokesperson, and I come from the Antiques Investigation Bureau. Everyone looks at this matter from different perspectives and feels about their own vital interests.
They are different, so they can speak their minds openly and sincerely.
"Ye Kai, my dream was very clear. It was as if I saw Mr. Qin lying on a huge tray with my own eyes. It was weird and ridiculous, but I felt that that thing seemed to be happening, in a corner that we couldn't see. If you
If you have a way, can you help find his whereabouts? I will definitely not let you pay in vain, and a large bounty will definitely be indispensable."
I shook my head: "Even if there is no reward, I will still look for Mr. Qin. After all, he was the one who discovered the Yin Yang Doll. Without his permission, no one can take away these two Pokémon."
Just as we were chatting, there was a knock on the door. It was Kasha's female assistant.
She walked in and whispered in Kasha's ear: "There is a man from the Snowy Mountains who claims to be a messenger and has something important for you."
Kasha stood up, looked at me first, and then pointed outward: "You go out and wait, I will be there soon."
The female assistant walked out and Kasha told me in a low voice: "In my dream, a man from the Snowy Mountains brought me important news related to Mr. Qin. Now my dream is about to come true. I feel like
Very panicked, afraid that the dream would become reality, but you also said that it was a nightmare and could not be taken seriously?"
I could tell that Kasha's panic expression was not a show, but a true expression of her heart.
"I can accompany you out and meet people from the Snowy Mountains together. There was a big avalanche there and many climbers had accidents. There is still no news. I hope this messenger brings you good news.
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Kasha smiled bitterly: "According to my practice, the news that comes from afar is usually bad news, but who can say for sure? Maybe I can borrow your words, there has been no good news for so long, I really hope...
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She did not continue. It is meaningless for us to speculate here. It is better to go out directly and face it together, whether it is good or bad.
We arrived at the reception room of the museum, and a middle-aged man wearing a thick leather coat was sitting there, drinking coffee with his head lowered.
He has a very burly figure, and the index fingers of his hands are covered with thick calluses. At first glance, he is a climber who has been working in the mountains for a long time, and he is not an unknown person, because his leather jacket and boots have personal signatures on them, and they look very expensive.
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Kasha and I sat down opposite that man and looked at him silently.
He raised his head, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he glanced at both my face and Kasha's face, and then looked at Kasha: "I came from the Snowy Mountains, and I have a message for Ms. Kasha, the general manager of the Giant Wood Museum."
Kasha nodded, looking at the other party warily: "I am, what did you send? Leave it to me now."
The man took out a square box one foot square from the travel bag at his feet and placed it gently on the table.
The box is surrounded by exquisite Sanskrit carvings, and the wood used to make the box is antique. It must have been touched all year round, and the patina on the edges and corners reflects a bright luster.
The box itself is an antique, at least hundreds of years old. I have seen similar items in many cultural relic albums, which are worth more than one million. The ancient copper lock hanging on the box alone is worth two hundred thousand.
"Who asked you to send it? Is it an acquaintance of mine or a stranger?" Kasha remained alert and stared at the middle-aged man's hand.
The middle-aged man shook his head: "I don't know the relationship between him and you. After the big avalanche, I was buried in the snow, rolled down, and finally passed out. When I woke up, that person was standing in front of me.
, let me bring this box here. He saved me and is my savior. No matter what he tells me to do, I will definitely do it."
Kasha was a little nervous, clenching her hands into fists and trembling all over.
In ancient times, such boxes often contained the heads of enemies. Perhaps Kasha thought it was Qin Chengpei's head.
I patted the back of her hand, and then told the middle-aged man opposite me pleasantly: "Please open the box. Thank you for coming all the way here."
The middle-aged man didn't waste any time. He opened the lock with a bronze key and opened the lid of the box.
There was a piece of crystal inside, about half a foot long and two inches wide. There were two lines of Sanskrit mantras inside the crystal. I glanced at it and immediately translated the meaning of the Sanskrit - "Reincarnate for three lives, never leave, never leave, heaven and earth.
I have you. All the past is just clouds and smoke. At this moment, you will achieve the right result."
These words are easy to understand and seem to refer to the oaths made between men and women. However, when the middle-aged man brought the box and handed it to Kasha solemnly, there was something like this inside, which was somewhat unreasonable.
"You two, the things from the Snowy Mountains have been delivered. I will take my leave. If you see that benefactor, please tell him that you have fulfilled your mission."
The middle-aged man stood up, clasped his fists, and prepared to say goodbye.
At this time, Ka and Xia's nervous state gradually eased and they returned to normal thinking.
She stopped the middle-aged man, then ordered the female assistant to receive him and arrange for him to have a good rest in the guest room.
Kasha and I faced the box and crystal, and we were all puzzled.
The middle-aged man just described the appearance of the benefactor who saved people. He had nothing in common with Qin Chengpei. He was a complete stranger.
So why did the other party ask this middle-aged man to send the crystal to the Giant Wood Museum and hand it over to Kasha?
"Ye Kai, I am getting more and more confused. I originally thought that Mr. Qin sent someone to send it, or that someone else sent Mr. Qin's head, but these speculations have come to nothing. I really don't know what this box represents?"
I held the crystal in both hands and looked over it several times. Except for those Sanskrit mantras, there was no other word.
There are countless answers to this matter. Maybe it was sent by someone else who knew Kasha. Maybe it had nothing to do with Qin Chengpei's disappearance and was just another episode.
I was just about to send the crystal back and put it in the box when I felt it start to melt.
Kasha also noticed this, because the melted water dropped through my fingers and fell on the table.
"Ye Kai, this is not a crystal, but a piece of ice. But how did the other party write Sanskrit into the crystal? It's really strange!"
The crystal melted very quickly, and in just a few minutes, it turned into a puddle of water.
I didn't ask others to come in, but just stared at the ice cube in my palm until it slowly disappeared.
The strangest thing about this incident is that someone wrote Sanskrit characters into the ice cubes, and the ice cubes appear to be completely integrated on the surface.
During the middle-aged man's long journey with the ice, it did not melt. Only here, in front of Kasha and I, did the normal process of ice melting into water begin.
Well, this is simply not true. At least without a refrigerator, the ice cubes should have turned into water long before they arrived at the Giant Wood Museum.