At this time, Soshiyang realized that this was a museum of figures, and it should be all ancient figures recorded in history. However, he did not know their names, nor did he know what kind of history they represented. However, there is no doubt that if it could be recorded here, it must have profoundly changed the historical process of mankind. Qingzhao walked beside Soshiyang and only answered when he asked a question.
In the gap between these statues, there are various objects of their era. Whenever Soshiyang takes a step forward, various musical instruments or sounds, or sounds of playing, or playing strings, are not messy, but not completely clear, as if they have filled the vast history of human civilization into a series of songs.
The original stone slab and bone flute played a rough civilized growl...
The creatures curled up in the caves and caves raised their burning torches, and showed their bows and spears to those creatures with sharp teeth, stronger, more powerful, more violent and more ferocious.
"When the first ape decided to smash the bones of the same kind with bones, a completely different species was born in the bloody and dark wilderness..."
The sound of the metal rod hitting and the horn made of the beast's bone horns mixed into a distant roar...
In the long yellow sand, chariots dragged by horde creatures rushed past, and a battle axe made of bronze split the flesh and blood. The crowned king looked down on the battlefield and admired the tragic scene of the destroyed enemies. When he turned his head, he saw the magnificent monument built for himself slowly erected by the slaves.
"There is no eternity in the empire, all kings will die, and their merits will be buried in the dust of history."
The wooden harp and gentle sound flow through like a gurgling stream...
The peerless beauty in the palace used her slender hands to pluck the strings of the piano and played sad music. When she raised her head and looked out the window covered by the screen, her eyes passed over the wall and came to the battlefield where blood was splattering. Many soldiers holding shields and spears were fighting with all their might, stabbing the spear into each other's bodies.
"Love and hate, desire and hatred are merely the confrontation between possession and possession."
The big drum made of leather and the copper bell poured into metal make an uplifting harmony.
The wind is fierce, swords and swords, arrows are flying, blood flowing, rivers and rivers, fires are pouring into the sky, burning up the dream of ambition, how many people are proud of a battle, who can understand the sorrow of the broken halberd?
"Life is like a dream, like a big river flowing away, never returning."
The huge band revolved around the proud conductor, and while dancing on the baton, more than ten instruments played the Imperial Age.
The roaring steam train drove through the pastures and farmlands. In the smoke it dragged out, chimneys rose from the ground. At the same time, soldiers in gorgeous military uniforms approached each other neatly from two directions. Then they picked up the guns in their hands, and shot leads into the enemy's formation amid the crackling and crisp sounds. White mist rose up and the corpse fell to the ground in a blink of an eye.
"I'll come, I see, I conquer."
A brisk saxophone and an elegant violin form a modern song...
It was just that from the tiniest cluster of sparks, the artificial light completely melted away in the darkness, and the roar of steam was replaced by the rumbling of electric current.
"This is the best time and the worst time."
Heavy metal drum beats and electronic bass tear apart the veil of old history.
Information began to explode at an unprecedented speed, books were filled with beautiful imagination, the legends of the past were no longer just imagination, humans were like staggering children leaving their mother's arms, and began to run towards the world outside the cradle.
"This is a small step for me, and it will be a big step for mankind."
Soshiyang's steps became slow, allowing the dust of history to wrap itself around and turn into water droplets to moisten his muscles.
There are no gods, no immortal superman, and no transformed people who transcend the limits of the flesh. There are only a hundred years of life, like a glimpse of the glimpse. However, they are also footprints of human progress, piled up fine sands of the magnificent tower.
At this moment, Soshiyan seemed to be breathing with them, thinking and walking with them.
This is his first time, truly breaking away from the limitations of the framework of "empire", looking at the concept of humanity, and looking back at the broader and farther past.
An inexplicable emotion rose in Soshiyang's heart. He was no longer a warrior who obeyed the orders or a machine created for the sake of killing. He was just a descendant of a human being, walking among the sages and heroes.
Occasionally, he would stop and observe one of the more unique statues.
As he passed by a character, Soshiyang stopped and watched for a moment, but without asking, he turned around and continued to move forward.
Finally, at the end of the corridor, Soshiyan saw the last statue.
This statue is very strange.
How strange is it?
It looked like a strong man sitting naked on a stone bench, bent down and fists, lowered his head and supported his chin while pondering, but he had no face and only had a blank face.
What shocked Soshyan even more was that there was no name on his pedestal, but instead there was a line of Gao Gothic.
This language is very familiar to him, but it seems very abrupt here. This sentence is very short, but the meaning is very deep - knowing that I am guilty of me, I am not careful.
"who is he?"
When Soshiyang raised his hand and pointed at the statue, Kiyoshi replied:
"He is the main sponsor of the Gailan Project, but his name is not in the database, and everyone insiders refer to him with Mr. E."
"Mr. e...why don't you have a face?"
"There is no relevant information in the database, but using normal logic to speculate, I should not want others to know their true appearance."
Soshiyang withdrew his hand, but in fact he had a vague guess in his heart.
He stared at the statue silently, his heart was mixed, and after a long time he breathed and said slowly:
"I know that I am guilty of my sins, and I am not calculating... I know that I am guilty of my sins, and I am not calculating... Is this what you want to say to yourself or to me..."
But no one answered him, and the statue was still pondering, as if it was a prisoner who was always thinking about his destiny.
When Soshiyan retracted his gaze and turned back to the corridor, at a certain moment, all the statues seemed to be watching him...
Finally, when Soshiyang left the building, Soshiyang told Qingzhao that he would save the place well and that he would come in the future, but not alone, but with his descendants.
The descendants of the wanderer have been wandering in the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years, and finally they have to know what their hometown looks like.
Perhaps that person sponsored Gailan to one day be able to reignite the fire of history and civilization it contains, but in the end it did not go as expected, and the current empire could no longer accept these things - at least Soshiyan could not do it without causing big trouble.
Later, this place called Remembrance Ruins became a place where Soshiyan often stopped. During the waiting period, he would read the ancient history in the palaces and gardens and chew on the wisdom of his predecessors.
All this was until Carlestu informed him that the teleportation plan had been completed.