"Zhou Cang, sit here, the wind is lighter here." Pedro said.
"Thank you," I whispered to Pedro.
"I haven't drunk this water yet, you drink it first," Pedro said, handing me his water glass.
I hesitated for a moment, thinking that based on what he had just said to the mysterious man, he probably wouldn't harm me now. Plus, I was really thirsty now, so I took the kettle from his hand.
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"Zhou Cang, originally I was thinking of finding an opportunity to chat with you alone tomorrow. I didn't expect that you woke up in the middle of the night. It's just the right time to chat with you now." Pedro said as he picked up the handbag beside his feet.
with a small stick, and then turned over the burning pile of firewood in front of us.
I thought to myself, this guy is really anxious. He just received the top order saying that he can reveal the secrets of those mysterious words to me, and now he can't wait to get into this topic.
"I just happened to have a nap, and I'm not sleepy now, so let's talk together." I said and handed him back the kettle in my hand.
After Pedro put the kettle back in my hand, he smiled and said to me: "Zhou Cang, I know you have heard the conversation between me and my superior in the bushes just now, so there is no need to have that conversation between us.
If you are lying, just open the skylight and speak frankly."
I was shocked. I thought I was lucky at first, but I didn't expect that I still didn't escape Pedro's eyes.
"Now that we have seen it, let's get straight to the point. What are the secrets of those mysterious words that you have researched?" I stared into Pedro's eyes and said with a sharp expression.
"I believe you already know that there are actually eight astrolabes, which are controlled by eight major families, and each family has an ancient book about the astrolabe, which is recorded in a mysterious unknown script.
." Pedro said, staring at the flames rising above the firewood pile in front of us, but he couldn't see the focus.
"Yes, I already know these before, you can continue." I saw Pedro suddenly stopped, so I said.
"You may not know that these eight ancient books and our organization all have a rubbing." Pedro said, his eyes shifting from the fire to my face.
"You all have eight ancient books, how did you get them?" I asked, and then I felt that the question I just asked seemed unnecessary, because before entering the sanatorium, when I was chatting with Xiangyu at the foot of Sangpu Mountain, we were talking about
It has been concluded that the state is probably behind Guiyiyuan.
"Among these eight ancient books, some were obtained from the descendants of these eight major families, and some were discovered during some archaeological excavations. But no matter which way they came from, your father
It’s all thanks to this.” Pedro said, looking into my eyes.
So, for the past twenty years, my father has been engaged in archaeological excavations, just to find these ancient books.
"Please continue."
"After the eight ancient books were collected, our organization invited the world's top linguists to study them," Pedro said, stood up, and walked silently to the edge of the small platform.
When I saw this, I also walked over.
"At first, we thought we should start with ancient Chinese, but after studying for a period of time, we found that these characters have nothing to do with ancient Chinese, and are even completely unrelated to the characters that have appeared in the entire history of mankind.
." Pedro said, turning back to look at me.
"So, your research has reached a bottleneck. How did you break through this bottleneck?" I asked a little anxiously.
"This bottleneck has troubled us for several years, until a member of our team brought back from the United States a film and television material about the moon after the Apollo moon landing. In this film and television material, in this film and television material, we found
Some research directions on these ancient texts." Pedro said.
"What direction?"
"After a long period of research, we have come to the conclusion that these ancient characters probably do not belong to the earth, but to extraterrestrial civilizations," Pedro said.
"Extraterrestrial civilization, you are saying that these ancient texts are probably the product of a certain planet's civilization." I was so shocked that I was almost incoherent.
"It's not a certain planet, it's Sirius." Pedro said, his voice seemed to be lowered deliberately.
Sirius, actually Sirius.
When he was at Poyang Lake, Lao Miao Zhu once said that after studying for most of his life, he discovered that the Yufu tribe held a big sacrifice every seven years, and the object of the sacrifice was Sirius, and the time of the big sacrifice was determined by the clan leader by observing the position of Sirius.
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I immediately thought of the sacrifice of the Yufu tribe that I participated in in the black sedan chair. Could that cube falling from the sky be a spaceship? Could it be carrying Sirians inside?
According to what I know so far, it seems that the purpose of the great festival every seven years is probably to have some communication with the Sirians.
During the Yufu Tribe's sacrifice, after the cube disappeared, the fish-faced man immediately jumped down from the altar, and then used cogon grass to write this ancient text on the bamboo slips, and each group of words
There is also a translation below. I remember that when these sentences are connected, they are a poem in the "Earth Mother Sutra".
Could it be said that the "Earth Mother Sutra" actually originated from the Sirians?
The "Earth Mother Sutra" is a book arranged according to the order of sixty years, which can predict the growth and harvest of crops and breeding industry every year, as well as the agricultural events that may happen in various places.
Some people once suspected that in ancient societies with underdeveloped information and human lifespans being so short, it was basically impossible to summarize the rules based on practical experience and then write such a book.
Could it be that these books, including "The Book of Changes", "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic", and "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", are actually not created by the wisdom of civilization at our latitude, but are inspired by higher civilizations.
What was conveyed?
The astrolabe is a special channel connecting these two dimensions.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel shocked. The wisdom of high latitudes does have a fatal temptation for human beings. This can also explain why so many people are not afraid of losing their wealth and lives to find these astrolabees.
But what does this have to do with me?
Suddenly, I remembered that I was born from my mother's pregnancy for thirteen months. Could it be that I was originally a Sirian? They used the mother's belly to place their own race inside, and then unnoticed it.
Infiltrate into human society. That's why there is a saying that only I can find the astrolabe, and after finding the astrolabe, only I can open the channel behind the astrolabe.
But this is not right. My father was also born in the 13th month of my grandmother’s pregnancy. Why doesn’t he have such special functions as mine?
Moreover, what is the purpose of the Sirians doing this?
Since their intelligence is more developed than ours, and they were able to summarize the laws of the four seasons thousands of years ago, and then use them to guide human production activities, then there is nothing they can't do. To use such a method
What about such a subtle way?
This matter is like a black hole. Every time a clue appears, another group of people will get involved, but you can never see where it ends.
"Zhou Cang, did you think of something?" Pedro looked at me and asked.
"No, it's nothing, just keep talking." I said.
"Combining the film and television materials brought by our teammates in the United States, plus the rubbings of the eight ancient books, we finally found out that this kind of writing is not linear, but is similar to the mathematical formulas or mathematical formulas used by us people on earth.
Symbols like music scores, that small three-dimensional painting that we think is a text, is actually an expression of a complete meaning," Pedro said, then looked at me who was a little dazed, and paused.
I really need some time to think.
"Do you know Fermat's theorem?" Pedro probably saw from my expression that my head was already in a state of mush.
This is what my father always mentioned. I later looked up some information, and it was probably the theorem of the shortest time for a light beam to shine into the water.
So I couldn't help but nodded.
"Fermat's theorem actually tells us a principle. Before the light beam hits you on the water surface, you already know where it will reach in the future."
Suddenly, I suddenly realized something.
It turns out that my father asked me to imitate those words, not to decipher them, but to tell me that the master who wrote these words has the ability to predict the future.