When I returned to the room, I was still thinking about the photos I took in Uncle Wang's office in the afternoon. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep, so I simply got up and put the small jade box inside.
The gold foil paper-cuts were taken out.
I moved all the things on the Arhat's bed to the ground, and then placed the gold foil paper-cuts, which were about the size of my thumb, piece by piece on the Arhat's bed.
The gold foil paper-cuts are particularly small and thin, and it feels like they will tear if you are not careful.
Therefore, I carefully fiddled with it for a long time before arranging all the large and small gold foil figures in the box.
It turned out to be 8,864 pieces.
But this number seems to be different from the number of little figures in the silk book I saw in Uncle Wang's office in the afternoon.
I hurriedly took out the photos I took during the day and looked at them. I found that there were indeed twenty-eight more little figures on the silk book than the gold foil paper-cuts in the jade box. Moreover, after comparing them for a long time, I found a
A very strange phenomenon.
The little man in the photo looks the same as the gold foils I placed on the Arhat's bed, but upon closer inspection, I found some subtle differences in their movements, expressions, etc.
place.
Could it be that this silk book has nothing to do with the gold foil paper-cuts in grandma's dowry?
After studying for a while, I found no other useful information, so I pinched the small gold foils one by one back into the jade box, and then put the jade box back into the cabinet.
At this time, my hand accidentally touched my father's picture album that was also placed in the cupboard.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt sad. I felt that the scene when my father gave me the last two paintings was still vaguely in front of me. But now, this amiable, even a little naughty person sometimes has no trace of the majesty of an elder.
The uncle who doesn’t have it may be gone.
Unknowingly, I felt that my eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the scenery in front of me began to appear double.
I wiped my eyes, then rolled up the drawings in the cupboard together, and took out the drawing paper tied casually with a rubber band.
When I took out this volume of pictures a month ago, I had just had a video chat with my father. At that time, although I was still suffering from skin diseases and hallucinations, my parents were still here. Now, I opened this volume of pictures again.
, my father’s life and death are unknown, my mother is missing, and my family seems to have disintegrated all of a sudden.
Although things have changed and my mentality when looking at pictures has changed a lot from before, I still can't figure out what these paintings that my father casually scribbled are actually expressing?
In his last phone call with me, my father said that everything he knew was hidden in his paintings. What did the string of numbers 1160294 that he accidentally discovered before mean?
This number is a new pattern formed by overlapping the two paintings my father gave me for the first time. I accidentally discovered it among the patterns. My father hid this string of numbers behind his paintings in such an obscure way. There must be something wrong with it.
He had a certain purpose, and he left these pictures to me after he finished them, so he must have wanted to tell me something.
Did he discover that the Zhou family was being monitored at that time, so he thought of using this method?
1160294, what does it mean?
At this time, a gust of wind came from somewhere outside and made the glass on the blue window crackle.
I had no choice but to press the drawing paper in my hand on the Arhat bed, then get up and close the window.
Just as I stretched my hand out the window, the map of China hanging on the side of the window sill suddenly caught my attention.
I seem to have seen the number 116 on it. Could it be that what my father hid in his painting was a coordinate of longitude and latitude?
Thinking of this, I even forgot to close the window, looked for my phone all over the room, and then entered the string of numbers 1160294 into Baidu, but what came out was a series of messy things. I still didn't give up, here
After a string of numbers, the words longitude and latitude were added, and then the search key was clicked.
Almost at the moment when the second hand on the wall moved, the phone screen jumped, and the words Poyang Lake appeared in front of my eyes.
It turned out that what my father wanted to tell me was the geographical location.
I froze on the spot. At this moment, I seemed to understand what my father had been doing for the first half of his life.
However, for some reason, my head suddenly went blank, and I was stunned and at a loss.
Xiangyu said that each of the eight major families owns an ancient book, but only one location in the ancient book is correct. The other places are set up to confuse outsiders, even the eight major families themselves, so they want to master
To find out where the eight astrolabes are buried, you need to visit all 8864 places.
The eight ancient books are all recorded in a mysterious unknown language. In addition, these places are full of dangers, so many people may not know where these sixty-four places are throughout their lives, let alone
Should I walk through all these places and figure out where the astrolabe is placed?
Therefore, his parents have been conducting archaeological activities outside for many years, and they are probably exploring these places. Every time he finds a place, he uses painting to hide the location of these places in the painting, and then gives the painting to
Me, just in case I want to take this road one day in the future, I don’t have to do too much useless work.
Thinking of this, I no longer stood still, but stacked the remaining two paintings on top of each other. With the idea of numbers, I could see the other two strings without spending much effort.
The numbers are 1104292 and 1033293.
After comparing the latitude and longitude coordinates, this number represents Shentang Bay in Zhangjiajie and Wawu Mountain in Sichuan respectively.
As expected, the main purpose of my father's gift of the painting was to tell me about these longitude and latitude coordinates.
However, there is another problem here. I have been to Poyang Lake, and the astrolabe is not at the bottom of the lake at all, but has been placed in Shentang Bay by the Yufu tribe. So why did my father still leave some information about it?
What are the coordinates of Poyang Lake?
If my thinking is correct, then there must be a reason to go to the bottom of Poyang Lake.
However, I walked around the bottom of the lake and came close to death several times, but I didn't find anything special.
Moreover, from the chat with Uncle Wang in the afternoon, we learned that except for this part of my grandma’s dowry, the rest is in my father’s hands. According to the information we had previously, we can know that grandma’s dowry is with me.
The location where the eight astrolabees were buried was probably hidden in her dowry.
Obviously, my father must have figured out the secret of grandma's dowry, so he took away all her dowry.
If this is the case, why would he have to climb mountains and wading rivers to visit every place mentioned in ancient books, and also hide the longitude and latitude of some places in his paintings?
Moreover, the three locations hidden in the six paintings in my hand are not secrets at all. Maybe all the teams that spy on the astrolabe have been there.
From what I know about the situation so far, it seems that my father's actions are unnecessary.
As a wise man like my father, he would definitely not do such useless work. There must be something I overlooked, so the things my father did had no backbone.
What did I overlook?
Suddenly, something flashed through my mind - could it be those words.
My father has always insisted that I copy them. Could it be that in the process of exploring these places, my father learned something about these words?
And imitation is very likely a means to decipher this mysterious text.
Over the past few days, I have been confused by the appearance of the trivial things surrounding me, so I have been ignoring the clues my father left for me from the beginning.
Now that this matter has come to this point, it’s hard to say whether the people I’ve met and the things I’ve seen are true or false. But I firmly believe that the cryptic messages my father tried his best to leave me must be true.
, and it is probably the key to the whole thing.
However, now that everything in my father's study has been moved away by my mother, I have no way of knowing from my father's scratch paper what words he had been imitating.
The mysterious text I have now is only in that ancient book.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get up and walk to my grandfather's study. I took out the ancient book from the hidden compartment of the bookshelf, then sat in front of my grandfather's desk and started copying stroke by stroke.