Chapter 379: Qionglong Stone Shadow · Handwriting

Dog Day! My scalp exploded and shivered all over my heart, and I said, what's going on? Was my handwriting on a seal in a university in Changsha in 1990?
Wrong! Certainly not wrong! I thought to myself that this kind of thing would never happen, but at the same time, I knew very well that my instincts for handwriting, and the professional instincts seen by more than 100,000 rubbing books, would definitely not deceive people.
That was a coincidence. I learned the thin gold body. Maybe that person also learned this font, so it is a bit similar in charm.
I patted my head and found a hundred reasons for this, like a man who wanted to find an excuse to explain to himself after being derailed. I thought I was ridiculous in the end, knowing that these excuses can never deceive myself.
Looked at his watch, it was midnight, and it was unrealistic to call Dujuan Mountain out again at this time, but he couldn't sleep tonight. Anyway, the door was outside the archive, and you could see it without a key, so you tidied up, pulled on Wang Meng, and set off to the university again to see what happened.
Took a taxi, and the guard did not let me in without the work certificate of Dujuan Mountain. Those who have studied at university will not understand this. They went back to the small selling point and bought Bao Zhonghua. They easily mixed in and returned to the old auditorium with their memories.
The whole school lights were off, only the street lights were on, and the surroundings were black. However, I was so anxious that I didn't care at all. I went all the way to the underground archive room and went directly to the words on the seal.
The handwriting naturally didn't run, it was there.
My heart was beating fast, I wanted to see the female bathhouse, and I hurriedly took photos with a flashlight.
July 6, 1990, the XX University Institute of Archaeology was sealed.
This time I saw more clearly, and my mind was clear, every stroke and every stroke was clear. Looking at it, cold sweat slipped off my cheeks.
Is really my handwriting.
I was stunned, almost collapsed.
Ordinary people can recognize their handwriting as long as the interval is not too long, let alone which line I am in. This is definitely my handwriting, there can be no excuses.
How old am I in 1990? thirteen? fifteen? At that time did I know the thin gold body? His mother may not even know the thin gold body! How is this going?
"For me, everything is over, but for you, nothing actually started."
The voice of the third uncle suddenly sounded in my ears, and the long-lost feeling of a splitting headache began to hover in my mind again.
I took a deep breath and wanted to disperse these things. I began to reorganize all the fragments in my head. My previous experience tells me that it is useless at this time, and once it becomes irritable, it is difficult to calm down. You must calm down before the irritability.
I remembered the video tape sent by Wen Jin, there was a person who was very similar to me, crawling in Golmud's nursing home. I thought it was his eloquent words, and now I think about it, it is indeed suspicious.
What happened to me? How should this be explained? It seems that there is not only one me in this world, but another me, who wrote this seal in this place almost twenty years ago. At about the same time, Yu'ermu's old house was photographed—
I was so confused that I had no clue at all, which was even more headache than the third uncle.
Holding a flashlight and taking photos of the space behind the seal.
Assuming that this seal was posted by "me", then obviously this is a play. At least to be sure, the "I" who wrote the seal has everything to do with this research.
This basement, which they thought no one had been to for decades, not only had someone been in, but also involved such a weird thing. I can't help but wonder, what will happen then? It seems that I have to go down and figure out what the situation is.
Heilonglongdong below, like the tomb of an ancient tomb, I have another bitter experience in Golmud, I can't help but feel a little afraid. But thinking that this is the urban area of ​​Changsha, not far away is a community police station, the civilized world has always been reliable, and there will never be a plot in the ghost story of the campus. The point is here, you can get a pack of Chinese food, why buy two azaleas that honor you?
The iron chain weighs twenty kilograms and is extremely rusty. It is extremely large and dynamic. I can imagine that the person who locked the door must be a real person. After pulling it twice, I suddenly had a bad idea: with such a thick iron chain, shouldn't it be a monster locked?
Immediately got rid of this idea, how is it possible?
Carefully pulled out the iron chain and put it aside, full of rust slag, and then ripped the seal, took two breaths when walking down, and the tears came out of the dust.
The stairs are messed up, all old tables and chairs.
Went down and saw a door that was the same as the archive room above, and was not locked. Take a picture inwards, it is a room as big as above, but there are no files in it, and it is full of debris.
After taking a photo, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This place is not an old archive room that Dujuan Mountain said, but a debris warehouse. And looking at the rubbish, it may be piled up when the house is built, a thick layer of ash.
I took photos around with a flashlight and pulled up my T-shirt to cover my nose and mouth. The smell of dust was really pungent and it was very uncomfortable. There are messy footprints on the ground, and there is also a layer of dust on it. Obviously, the time to step on is not short. It may have been stepped out when something happened that year. The footprints are stacked into one line, and it may be seen that there are two or three people walking erratically, all the way to the inside of the warehouse.
Follow the footprints, look at the sundries around, and can't tell what they are. A few steps deeper, I could barely see that there were many large wooden boxes.
But when I came to these boxes, I thought of a story; in the warehouse of the National Archives, I found several wooden boxes, all of which are Dunhuang ’s Tibetan scriptures, which were shipped at the time of payment. , Where has been put up, until I found it.
Will there be such treasures in these warehouses?
The size of the box is huge. With my own strength, it is impossible to find out what happened in this storey. Too messy and dirty. Even if the clues are found, they have no power to remove them to check.
Going to the end of the warehouse, there is a little less debris, and there is a large square box, covered with something, and the footprints have been walking towards the box. I squatted down and found that they did not stop in front of the box. The footprints were pressed under the box.
"Boss, this box is pushed forward." Wang Mengdao said.
That means they blocked something. At the angle of this box and the corner of the wall, there will inevitably be an extra space, what's inside to block?
I said to Wang Meng: "Go, push away."
"Ah?" His face was green, "Boss, this--"
"Call you to go!" I said.
Wang Meng had to swallow his mouth and carefully pushed the box. The box was extremely heavy, and his face was choked with pig liver before pushing the box aside.
I took a photo of the flashlight, and there were a lot of files in the back angle.