"But - during the transmission of sound, strings are encountered. Any string instrument lover knows that all pianos need to be tuned before use, and the more accurately the strings are tuned, the more harmonious and beautiful the sound will be.
. Otherwise, all the notes will become random noises. Now, let's let this person sound again. The sound passes over the strings, and it is the highest-pitched string. What will happen? It must be sound waves.
Combined harmoniously with the string sound, it not only does not attenuate, but is enhanced. When such a 'composite sound' is strengthened infinitely, what do we hear when it reaches the entrance of the cave?"
She made the arrow symbol at the bottom bold and black, then crossed her arms and looked at me.
Without any hesitation, I immediately answered: "It is a sound that has been strengthened countless times, even if the sound source at the time is very weak, as long as it is properly superimposed with the highest note of the strings."
When two people with similar intelligence discuss a problem together, the accurate answers they get will increase exponentially. Wherever Gu Qingcheng talks, my thoughts will follow.
"If our inference conclusion is more than 80% correct, can we think that the sighs I heard and the English singing in the middle of the night came from quite far away? The reason why they were captured by us was just because they passed through countless
What is the process for channel expansion?”
When I said the above words, I felt happy and sad at the same time. If this theory is true, it also proves that Su Lun is far away from me. Although we can hear our voices, we can never see each other in the future.
Gu Qingcheng nodded solemnly: "You can say that." She drew another upward arrow on the drawing marked with thirty-three stone pillars, and lightly put a question mark next to it.
I understand that from that location to the south, there are countless rows of stone pillars, and no one can tell the final answer.
"How many supplies does Miss Su Lun carry? Can there be enough energy to support us until we arrive? What should we do if there is a fork in the road after passing through the tunnel? What kind of terrifying force will we face... These, we
I don't know anything. Feng, I always feel that with Miss Su Lun's wisdom, she will not venture in so easily. After all, her two identities cannot be ignored - the younger sister of Scalpel, the senior in the tomb robbing world, and the crown prince.
Master Nangoro’s disciple. Don’t you think there will be helpers arranged by her who haven’t shown up yet?”
Her words coincided with my expectations.
After the deaths of Li Zun'er, the Jiang brothers, and the Ba Kun brothers, the only person who can answer the above questions accurately is Li Kang himself.
"After daybreak, I will have a detailed discussion with Li Kang about exploring the tunnel, and I ask Uncle Wei to hurry up and do it. One more thing..." I muttered, "The four team members who have disappeared inexplicably may be in danger, so we must be cautious.
We also cautiously remind everyone to strengthen coordinated prevention to avoid further losses in manpower."
Gu Qingcheng nodded: "I will finalize the precautions with Uncle Wei again. It will be daybreak. You'd better go back and sleep for a while. Saving others is more important than your own health."
Her care is always reflected in the details, which makes me feel a little touched.
After leaving Gu Qingcheng's tent, it was already bright on the top of the eastern mountain. The watch pointed to six in the morning, and a new day was about to begin.
The road coming from the north was quiet, shrouded in a light morning mist.
When I think about the snakes and insects that may appear deep in the tunnel, I can't help but remember He Jishang. If there are "Blue Blood Luminous Toads", they can disperse the snakes without any trouble and pass through the dangerous situation like a leisurely stroll. Her
The exploration operation stopped at the stone pillar formation. If you are willing to cooperate with us now, everyone can benefit from each other.
When you are in the world of martial arts, you must be on guard against others. It is understandable that she did not believe me. After all, I have never revealed my identity. I have made the final decision. If I am trapped in the snake formation after passing through the tunnel,
I will go back to He Jishang's village, confess my identity, and invite her to join the expedition team.
Her and I's goal is to find the eldest brother Yang Tian. No matter which party contributes more or less, the final result is the most important. She has a deep love for her eldest brother, which makes me sigh every time I think about it.
"So, who is Big Brother's favorite Shui Lan? Why has Scalpel never mentioned it? The only thing he can't forget is the Lan Yao beside Big Brother, Sister Lan Ji, but he doesn't mention a word about the people in the photo. Could it be that
Doesn't he know that this 'water blue' exists in the world?"
The morning air was humid, and there was white frost everywhere on the withered grass. I walked around the camp, and just as I was about to return to my tent, Li Kang was already standing next to a jeep, calling me loudly: "Good morning, Mr. Feng."
His face was very bad. He had just gotten up, his hair was as straight as tangled grass, and his eyes were a little dazed. Li Zun'er's death hit him hard, and he drank with the Bakun brothers for the first two days.
He fell down and went to sleep. Now Brother Bakun is also dead, leaving him alone, unable to fit into any circle, becoming the most embarrassing figure in the camp.
"Mr. Feng, I had a very bad dream and I want to talk to you about it." He ran over in a hurry, his lips were chapped and covered with white skin.
I extended my hand and invited him into the tent and sat down on the mattress.
He scratched his head, wiped his face with both hands, and said in a harsh voice: "I dreamed of Miss Su Lun again. She fell on the steps of a palace, tired and hungry, with wounds all over her body. She didn't blame me.
What, but I blame myself very much. It would have been better if I had not shown her the information recorded by my father. Also, the Jiang brothers are not good people. My father should not have introduced them to Miss Su Lun and passed on the family heirlooms to her.
Take the treasure out for everyone to see. According to their brothers' bad conduct, once they lose money in gambling, they will rob and steal it, and they can do all sorts of bad things. Fortunately, their brothers are dead, so I don't have to worry about anyone robbing me of my family heirloom. Alas.
——”
Dreams come from the heart, and Su Lun's predicament has a lot to do with him. No wonder he has trouble sleeping and eating.
"Mr. Feng, I always feel that the family heirloom is closely related to where Miss Su Lun is going. You have never looked at it. Are you too busy or do you think it is unimportant?" He got to the point, with a hint of anxiety in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
.
I frowned: "Heirloom? Is it the book in the oil paper bag?"
At that time, I took it from Li Zun'er and handed it to Fei Ying. I really didn't care too much.
"Yes, that's it." Li Kang's dark yellow face flushed with excitement, and his rickety back straightened.
"Has Ms. Su Lun read that book?" I think I have caught a little clue.
Li Kang blinked, pinched his nose, and asked in confusion: "Miss Su Lun often calls you from overseas. Didn't she mention the heirloom of our Li family?"
He and Su Lun have been working together for the longest time, and we must have heard Su Lun's voice on the phone more than once. After Guan Baoling and I escaped from the glass box, there has been a slight communication gap with Su Lun.
Le and Guan Baoling became the two big mountains that hindered our communication. In the end, we rarely talked about the matters at hand and only exchanged general greetings on the phone.
Seeing me shaking my head again, Li Kang excitedly slapped his forehead hard and made a "pop" sound: "Mr. Feng, you should really read that book. It is a book handed down by our ancestors from the time of Qin Shihuang."
The book contains a very strange thing. I have shown it to many people. An American archaeologist from New York was willing to pay 5,000 yuan to buy it, but I was not willing to sell it."
I got him a bottle of mineral water, hoping he would tell me something more refreshing.
Ancient books worth 5,000 yuan are everywhere in Xianyang City. They are nothing unusual, and they are not worthy of being wrapped tightly in oil paper and treated as peerless treasures.
"Mr. Feng, let me correct you a little. The content of the book was handed down from the Qin Dynasty. It was originally painted on a piece of rag. During the Tang and Song Dynasties, in order to preserve it more properly, the ancestors of a certain generation copied it on the paper, so it became
Paper books. Of course, with the current antique market in mainland China, even books from the Song Dynasty are valuable, right?"
He is right. A single booklet from the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties in slightly better condition can be sold for about 10,000 yuan.
"I have already bought that book from your father. There seems to be no need to discuss its value - let's talk about its content."
The book is in Feiying's hand. After Xiaoguan's accident, he will definitely not be in a good mood. I don't want to disturb him at this time.
Outside, the mercenaries from Nepal were washing and eating breakfast. I heard Uncle Wei arranging today's work tasks in English, which also included an all-out search for the four missing companions.
"Mr. Feng, that book, no, to be precise, it is a comic book. My father and grandfather have made countless guesses that the ancestor who handed down this book was not illiterate, but was good at painting.
, so I used pictures instead of words to record this story. At the beginning, it was a large army marching in the mountains and forests, guarding a very gorgeous-looking carriage. The carriage had a sealed carriage, and there was a person
He was peeking out of the side window to observe the situation in front."
I nodded. Feudal society was very hierarchical. Very few ordinary people were literate. Only aristocrats had the opportunity to come into contact with written things. Therefore, the ancestors of the Li family used pictures instead of words. They were very smart. At least no matter whether they were rich or poor, high or low.
, everyone can understand it if they get this book.
"Mr. Feng, I have to explain in advance that every painting of our ancestors has a frightening aspect that can make anyone 'shudder' when they see it——"
I waved my hand: "Li Kang, I'm not that timid. Even though I agreed, is there anything strange about the heads exposed in the carriage?"
People's imagination is very important. While listening to his narration, I sketched out the picture in my mind: in the meandering team, the painter must have emphasized something in his pen and ink, which is the close-up part that he pays most attention to. It is unique.
The carriage is already very eye-catching. After all, only extremely noble people have the privilege of riding. When the people in the carriage poke their heads out, under normal circumstances, anyone outside will look up and take a look.
Li Kang was stunned for a moment: "How could you guess that?" Looking at him, he didn't believe that I hadn't read that book before.
I ignored his doubts and just made a "please continue" gesture. Time is very precious, and I hope to find the information I am interested in as soon as possible.
"On the picture, the man's facial features are very real, but his eyes are square-"
Li Kang stared at me helplessly, perhaps eager to see my horrified expression.
I smiled slightly: "Square eyes? It's not surprising. As early as the archaeological excavation of the Sanxingdui site in the mainland, the ancient Shu people left strange Zongmu masks. It can be seen that there were people with Zongmu in the world at that time. Isn't it even more special than square eyes?
Horrible? Take the time to tell us about the information in the book related to our expedition. Could it be that the direction of that army's advance will be the road we are walking on?"
Ancient Chinese drawing techniques "emphasis on spirit rather than form". There are many distortions in the characters' facial features, limb movements, and body proportions. This can be clearly understood by reading the illustrations in ancient books.
Li Kang did not receive the expected effect and seemed a little frustrated: "It is impossible to determine which way the army took from the picture. In the next picture, everyone is standing on the edge of the cliff. Opposite there is a round stone house with a round door.
Shape."
This point is the same as what Jiang Guang described. It is conceivable that the so-called "Afanggong expedition" by the Jiang brothers was just made up after reading the Li family's book. The ridiculous and pedantic Li Zun'er took it seriously. Officially
I wrote a book and recorded it for them and staged a farce of self-deception.
"The next few pictures in a row show a huge egg, about as tall as two people. The egg is cut open left and right, and a man with square eyes walks into the egg. His figure is obviously a bit taller than an ordinary person.
Large pieces. Finally, the eggs were closed and pushed into the stone house."
I have read similar narratives from many archaeological magazines, and they should be similar to some mysterious religious rituals. If the album Li Kang mentioned was not made up randomly, it at least shows that at a certain moment in history,
There was indeed such a weirdo, who was sealed into an egg-shaped container and then placed in another round stone room.
What Jiang Guang and Jiang Liang said are lies, so where did the weird compasses in their hands come from? Is the part about ambushing the tomb robber Kong Kong Xiaosheng true? Is Kong Kong Xiaosheng the only one in the world who has visited the mysterious
People from the palace?
My calm reaction made Li Kang lose the motivation to describe in detail. He stood up in disappointment and tugged at his messy hair: "Mr. Feng, if you are not interested in that book, then you don't have to keep your promise to my father.
.Give me back the book, and I don’t want a penny of the money. My father has always adhered to the ancient saying that 'a gentleman loves money and gets it wisely'. If I accepted your money for no reason, he would not be happy if he knew it."
He came with the intention of "presenting a treasure" and must have thought that this family heirloom was priceless. He was disappointed and dejected beyond words.
I stopped him and asked sharply: "Li Kang, where is the manuscript? Do you want to sell it? Give me a price."
No matter how careful the transcriber is, there will be hundreds or even thousands of missing details in things that have been copied and copied. Only the original version can fully explain the situation at that time. Experts will get a huge amount of information from certain clues, and this
There is nothing the transcriber can do about it.
Li Kang shook his head: "There is no original manuscript. According to my grandfather, during the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the war burned down the village. The original manuscript was placed in the kang hole and could not be rescued in time. Miss Su Lun also asked me about this. It is a pity.
, now there is only this transcript.”
I stretched out the five fingers of my right hand and waved them in front of his face: "Li Kang, look me in the eyes and answer me - I know the original is still there. You are a sensible person. Of course you understand that that kind of thing is sold in the cultural relics market in Xi'an."
Without any price, 200,000 yuan is already its limit. Besides, there are too many brokers in the market. If you are not careful, you may not get the money, and even risk your own life. Selling it to me is the best option for it.
A good home, five hundred thousand yuan - or, if the value of its information exceeds my imagination, I will give you more."
"I really don't have that original copy at home." Li Kang shook his head vigorously, not even looking at the palm I extended.
"I repeat, I am the only one in this world. Only during this time will the price of 500,000 be paid. If you miss it, there will never be a second time. Think about it carefully. It is best to give it within 24 hours.
I replied and handed it into my hand. If I am not mistaken, it is with you."
Li Kang took a deep breath, backed away suddenly, and stared at me in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.
His performance confirmed my bold guess. Li Kang had no wife or children, and only lived with his father. After Li Zun'er died, he no longer had anyone worthy of trust. If the original document was very precious, he could only take it with him
around.
The assembly whistle sounded outside, and all the team members lined up to start.
"Mr. Feng, I...I'll think about it again...I'll think about it again..." He lowered his eyelids, and his thick Adam's apple kept choking on his thin neck.