When Gu Qingcheng was about to exit, I suddenly remembered something: "Miss Gu, I would like to ask you the name of a guqin piece. One of the tunes is like this -"
I hummed the tune I heard in my dream, and after humming only three lines, Gu Qingcheng interrupted me with a smile: "Feng, this is not Guqin music, but just a simple patchwork of syllables, which runs counter to music theory and is meaningless.
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"Are you sure?" I heard this sound just now. In my dream, the melody was repeated repeatedly.
Gu Qingcheng nodded with absolute certainty: "Yes, I'm sure. There are thousands of ancient songs, from the wind, elegance, and odes in the Book of Songs to the renovation of old songs in recent years. I can at least skillfully identify more than 99% of them.
Among them, I can even remember the music scores of the popular classic passages clearly. Just like a soldier cannot forget the shooting procedures, I will not misremember any piece of music."
She has such self-confidence, which is very similar to Gu Zhijin's arrogance.
It was really quiet in the camp. I turned off the headlights and lay back on the mattress. The picture album of the Li family was still lingering in my mind.
What is Li Kang's purpose? The golden egg represents wealth. In addition to wealth, does he have other deeper intentions?
Just when I was about to fall asleep, I heard the sound of the piano again, floating against the wind from the direction of the south tunnel, playing the piece that Gu Qingcheng dismissed as "a patchwork of syllables."
The feeling of imminent danger made me open my eyes all of a sudden.
It was the darkest hour before dawn, and the first movement of my hand was to touch the pistol beside my pillow. With a click, the bullet was loaded and pointed towards the tent door on the left.
The light from outside shone in slantingly, and the door curtains spread on the ground beside the door as the door curtains grew and grew.
"Who?" My index finger tightened instantly, maintaining the state of firing instantly.
There was a shadow standing beside the door, and except for the feet wearing black cloth shoes, all other parts were hidden in the darkness.
At this time, we were five steps apart, but when I recalled the situation before I woke up, the shadow must have been half-kneeling in front of the bed and observing me at close range. It was precisely because he was too close that my sixth sense defense system was triggered.
No one in the camp wears such shoes. Intruder? Murderer? I adjusted the muzzle of my gun slightly and aimed at the opponent's pipa bone. Killing is worse than capturing alive. For so many people's tragic death, someone has to pay the price and confess.
"Which road are we friends with? Can you please sign in?" My tone became gentler, wanting to keep him.
All around, I could vaguely hear high and low snores coming from various tents, but there was no alarm signal from the swimming whistle. It was really strange.
Five steps is the most powerful shooting range of this pistol, and my shooting skills will never make the target escape from my hand. Even if the opponent retreats quickly, I am sure to send three-quarters of the twenty bullets into the target.
His vital parts.
"Who are you?" Shadow suddenly spoke, a cold and desolate woman's voice.
In my haste, I couldn't tell her exact age. However, women rarely have such large feet, so I mistook her for a man.
My left hand touched the light switch on the inside of the mattress, but she suddenly stopped me: "Don't turn on the light."
"Haha, this is my tent, everything-" I heard the sharp whistling sound of a hidden weapon breaking through the air, and hurriedly drew back my hands.
"Papa papa" three times, a strange fishy smell immediately emitted from the air. It was the highly poisonous "red top red" that masters in the world liked to refine on hidden weapons. The plastic that had only been used for less than three days
The switch was immediately smashed into pieces, and the steel balls inside the paddle flew out and bounced into an enamel bowl, making a series of strange "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong" sounds.
"I said, don't turn on the light." The woman's voice became colder.
I tried hard to control my index finger and my anger, and I would never shoot before she launched an active attack on me.
"You haven't answered my question yet. Who are you? Where are you from? Do you know a person named 'Yang Tian'?" The last sentence shocked me. She actually mentioned the name of her eldest brother. Is it the same as
Will the eldest brother be an old acquaintance?
There were footsteps outside the tent, one from the left and the other from the right. It must have been the mobile sentry on duty outside who heard the sound of steel balls bouncing. If there were two submachine guns, plus my pistol, encircling them from three sides, the chance of winning would be greater.
.What I need to do is just hold her back temporarily.
"I am Feng, from Egypt. There are too many Chinese people named 'Yang Tian'. I know at least five people with this name. I wonder if there are any other details about the person you are looking for?" China
The repetition rate of people's names is very high, so my words are not fabricated.
"'King of Tomb Robbers' Yang Tian, alas..." She sighed quietly and moved half a step to the side, her whole body hidden in the darkness.
The person she was talking about was my eldest brother. There was no doubt about it. Now it was my turn to try hard to guess her identity.
The door curtain was raised, and two figures were reflected on the ground at the same time. The tactical flashlight on the submachine gun was turned on, and two pale beams of light pierced the woman in the darkness.
Any actions of the men led by Uncle Wei reflect the high level of quality of the regular army. For example, this scientific method of "cross attack" by a two-person team is 100% a replica of the American anti-terrorism military textbook. The movements are smooth and never sloppy.
The only mistake they made was that they were too superstitious about the power of firearms and did not know how to adapt to changes.
The beam of light hit a golden mask, but in just a flash, the two beams of light were extinguished at the same time, and then two "pop, pop" sounds were heard as the glass mask at the front of the flashlight was shattered by a hidden weapon.
I could have shot the opponent in the face when the light beam appeared, which would have been an almost 100% perfect shooting chance, but because she mentioned my elder brother's name, I couldn't help but hesitate.
"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-" The two submachine guns fired at the same time, but after a total of five bullets were fired, the two sentries fell to the ground at the same time with a muffled sound.
I clearly heard the "plop" sound made after the concealed weapon hit the cartilage on the man's Adam's apple. Every time this woman shot with a concealed weapon, she was more accurate than a sniper using a high-power scope. It was chilling.
As soon as the door curtain swung, I felt her retreat quickly, but the speed was too fast to be described in words. The only thing I could think of was the word "over the distance".
"Don't go -" I flew out. I didn't have time to reach out to pick up the door curtain, slanted my body and walked straight out. I aimed my gun at the opponent's left leg and fired four shots.
The sound of gunfire in the quiet night was the most alarming. There were sounds of rapid pulling of gun bolts in the nearest tents. When a well-trained gunman encounters an emergency in his sleep, the first action is not to touch his clothes, but to
It was to grab the gun first.
I shot her, but she swayed and was already twenty steps away, retreating towards the tunnel. In this case, I had no time to shoot from a standard standing or kneeling position. I could only hold the gun with both hands and shoot quickly during a high-speed pursuit.
After firing the remaining bullets in the magazine, the gun hit her, but her speed showed no sign of slowing down.
"Mr. Feng, what happened?" After I jumped over the jeep and two tents in succession, the mobile whistle guarding the southernmost end of the camp shouted to me, and at the same time blew the whistle hanging under his neck and issued
A sharp and harsh "squeak" sound.
I didn't have time to explain. It seemed that the sentry didn't even see the woman's figure clearly. Even if he called the police, he didn't know where the enemy came from and where he went.
"Everyone, don't panic, everyone should keep their positions..." That was Uncle Wei shouting. There was a sound of loading magazines and pulling gun bolts, but I knew very well that the enemy had escaped far away, and the target was that
Weird tunnel.
I put aside the pistol, reached out and grabbed the sentry's submachine gun, and pulled hard.
With a "pop", the strap on the gun broke, and he exclaimed: "Mr. Feng - Oh, it's bad, someone is grabbing the gun..."
When the incident occurred, he made the most appropriate reaction in the textbook. From this, it can be inferred that he and the team led by Uncle Wei should be soldiers from Nepal, including those weapons and jeeps.
He quickly retreated, fell down on the spot, drew the pistol from his waist and pointed it at me. This series of standard actions only happened after I jumped twenty steps. If I had deliberately grabbed the gun, all his
None of the actions make any sense.
I turned on the tactical flashlight, and the beam of light shot at the woman's face. She had been retreating with her back to the tunnel. I don't know whether she deliberately underestimated the enemy or was practicing this kind of light kung fu. In the darkness, the golden mask flashed again, avoiding
At the same time as the light was on, the body retreated instantly, and a phantom appeared that could only be produced when moving at high speed.
A high-quality tactical flashlight can ensure effective illumination within a range of twenty meters, and the maximum usable distance of the laser sight will exceed thirty meters, but these data are useless now. After the phantom, the woman has disappeared from the beam of light.
I was stunned, and a blank suddenly appeared in my mind: "Over distance? Flashing? Is it a human or a ghost? Can it reach this state of instant movement?" The index finger was still on the trigger, but her speed had exceeded
Bullets, there is no point in shooting anymore.
Fortunately, this was a straight passage with no forks. I kept drawing question marks in my mind, but without stopping, I ran until I was thirty steps away from the entrance of the tunnel.
She stood in the center of the entrance, and I could only vaguely see her appearance. She was similar in height to Gu Qingcheng, about 1.62 meters tall. Her extremely thin waist was tightly wrapped, but her sleeves and skirt were particularly fat.
It flew with the north wind, and along with its long hair, it drifted into the tunnel.
Uncle Wei once installed lighting facilities at the entrance of the tunnel, but now there is no light at all. It seems that everything has been destroyed.
I slowed down and approached the opponent. The melee power of the American micro-submachine gun was remarkable, and it could easily penetrate five layers of top-grade tempered glass.
She suddenly raised her right hand, and with four "ding-dong-dang" sounds, the four pistol bullets that had previously shot her fell to the ground.
"What is your relationship with Yang Tian?" she asked coldly again.
The north wind poured into the tunnel more violently, and she stood on this huge vent, as if she could be swept away by the wind at any time.
I walked ten steps away from her, convinced that I could shoot out the entire magazine of bullets in an instant, and then I smiled and said, "Is this important to you? It's worth visiting the camp at night and killing two of my men."
A friend?"
"Humph——" She raised her head proudly.
"Were you responsible for the last massacre?" I tried to keep my emotions calm. My fingers moved silently and pressed on the switch of the tactical flashlight. When we were chasing at high speed, in order to hide my whereabouts, I
The lights had already been turned off.
I want to see clearly the mask she is wearing, which is an important clue to trace the identity of the other party.
"What you are going to do, no one has been able to succeed in hundreds of years. Killing is just a small warning. Otherwise, you will face a crisis that is a hundred times more terrifying than death. Take your people and leave.
, the farther the better, the faster the better..." Her voice was dull and cold. Although I heard every word carefully, I couldn't recognize her accent.
"Don't turn on the light -" The smallest movement of my fingers could not escape her gaze, and her keen vision was not affected in the dark.
Several huge beams of light flashed in the direction of the camp, and at the same time there was the sound of a jeep engine starting.
I believe that there must be heavy weapons hidden in the car. Gu Qingcheng and Uncle Wei have made sufficient preparations for this trip and will never go into the mountains with only light weapons.
"Remember my words, the fear hidden in the darkness can become reality in an instant. No matter who you are, if you can see Yang Tian, you must tell him that the truth is not as simple as he imagined. No one can be in danger when danger comes.
To save the earth. Being broken into pieces is not scary. What is scary is the unimaginable mutation of life... You will definitely see him, you will definitely..."
I listened to every word she said, just like when I met He Jishang and heard the news about my elder brother, I was shocked like no other: "Who is this woman? The fear in the darkness
, what does life mutation mean..."
She turned around quickly, and I subconsciously took a big step forward: "Hey, please wait a moment, where is Yang Tian? Where is he?"
From her tone of voice, it seemed that she was very familiar with her elder brother, at least something had happened between them before.
"I don't know, I don't - don't turn on the light!"
There was a "pop" sound, the glass cover on the flashlight was hit, and fragments were scattered everywhere, but my finger turned on the laser sight in an instant, and a small red dot fell on the back of her head, and at the same time it jumped to the side and forward.
, fired half a round of bullets with a "click-click" sound, and swept in front of her in a fan shape, trying to stop her.
With the faint light of the laser point, I saw a gold strap tied across the back of her head, which was used to fasten the mask.
After the second roll, I was already close to the entrance of the cave. Unfortunately, Uncle Wei and the others came too slowly, otherwise I could have jumped into the cave quickly and blocked her way.
I saw the phantom again. Her action of grabbing bullets was so weird that it was unbelievable. Nine submachine gun bullets were thrown all over the floor. In front of her actions, the initial velocity of the bullets after leaving the muzzle became astonishing.
It was as slow as a broken car. If the initial ballistic speed of a military weapon is 600 meters per second, the speed of her hand would be at least ten times that of a bullet.
This is absolutely impossible to realize in the physical theory of earthlings, just as magical as her teleportation.
"It's useless. These weapons are a hundred centuries behind them." She sighed coldly and sadly.
"Them? Who are they?" I stood up slowly, realizing that she had no ill intentions towards me, otherwise once she counterattacked, no matter whether it was bullets or martial arts, it would be useless.
Her words can probably be understood to mean that somewhere, there is a group of equally inscrutable people who can regard the earth's firearms as scrap metal, just like her or even far beyond her.
She shook her head, and I continued to ask: "Where is Yang Tian? As long as you tell me the specific location, I will definitely bring the news to..."
These conversations were extremely feeble. The initial shock caused by seeing the strange stone pillars in the tunnel has become a trivial matter compared to the sudden appearance of this mysterious woman.
"He is somewhere... in a staggered seam at a certain time. You will definitely see him. Remember what I said. To prevent him from coming back for the second time, you must stop him..." Her voice was filled with great emotion.
I was unsure, maybe because I was thinking hard and didn't notice another little move of mine.
My left hand reached into my pocket and quietly held a light stick. I grabbed it from the sentry's bullet belt when I grabbed his submachine gun.
This woman is afraid of light and can destroy any lighting tool in an instant. If I break the light stick and scatter it like flowers, the possibility of being intercepted by her will definitely be greatly reduced. I just want to see her mask clearly, I can’t keep it.
Her people must at least get some clues to investigate.
"The staggered seam of time" is a vague term proposed by aerospace physicists, often associated with "speed of light, super-light speed, and counter-light speed"