When I heard this, I had no intention of taking a shower again, so I pulled Lao Liu to the cafeteria of the guesthouse, found a quiet corner, and asked him to tell me in detail about the past.

The traces on my back are dark and shallow in color, the outline and layer are very similar to the eyeball, and the shape is very similar to the jade eyes that were broken by me in the ancient city of Jingjue. I have always been worried that this would be a kind of curse. Maybe not only Fatty, but also Professor Chen and Shirley Yang who are far away in the United States will also have this symptoms.

At this time, I heard Old Man Liu say that this is not an eyeball, but a word. How could I not hurry? I took out a cigarette and lit one for Old Man Liu. At this time, the guesthouse canteen had already closed the stove and got off work. Old Man Liu was just idle and told the story of this matter.

In fact, it happened not long ago. It took less than three years to count. At that time, experts from the archaeological team lived in this guesthouse in Gutian County, counting and sorting out the bones collected. Local leaders also attached great importance to this matter and closed the guesthouse. No one except staff or idle people were allowed to enter.

Old Man Liu, who works in the canteen of the guesthouse, is a good person. He usually cooks for the members of the archaeological team, and when he has nothing to do, he will watch the fun next to him. When others work, he will help. The experts of the archaeological team eat the food he cooks and know him. He knows that this old man is a kind-hearted person. Sometimes he turns a blind eye to him because of his face. As long as he doesn't steal things or make trouble, let him see if he wants to.

This archaeological work recycled a large number of tortoise shells and some unknown animal bones. Each piece of bone armor was carved with a large amount of text and symbols, but most of them were damaged, and the collected ones were incomplete, requiring a lot of manual and time to repair them.

However, among the many broken bone armors, there is a huge tortoise shell that is the most complete. This pair of tortoise shells is the size of an Eight Immortals table. When archaeologists used a mixed solution of glacial acetic acid to clean the tortoise shell, Old Man Liu happened to see it next to him. The most common symbol appeared on it, which was an eyeball-like symbol.

Old Man Liu didn't recognize anything else, but only thought the symbol of the eyeball was very eyeball. He knew it was an eyeball at first glance. He asked the archaeological team member who was doing the sorting work. If this symbol represents the eyeball, the archaeological team member told him: "No, this is an ancient text similar to oracle bone inscriptions, not eyeball..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by the leader of the working group, a professor named Sun. Old Man Liu clearly remembered that Professor Sun warned the archaeological team member at that time, saying that these were state secrets and they must not be disclosed to anyone.

Old Man Liu thought to myself, a cook, I care about what you do with state secrets, so I no longer inquire. But the more I think about it, the more curious it is. What can these things from thousands of years ago have that can't be told to the outside world? Is it a bluff that I am fooling me? But since they have to abide by the confidentiality regulations, they are not welcome to inquire more, just don't ask.

But since the big tortoise shell was taken back, our guesthouse has been running out of water every few days (fires) and has made everyone uneasy.

A few days later, the archaeological team saw that the bone armor had been almost fully collected, and felt that the fire was at risk here was quite high, so they packed up their belongings and left, put the bone armor in a large wooden box, and filled it with a large truck. Later, things became evil. They were said to want to transport it back to Beijing, but the military plane crashed halfway, and all the things, including the bone armor engraved with words, were burned away.

Only Professor Sun survived the entire archaeological working group composed of fifteen people. He forgot his work manual at the county guesthouse and rushed back to pick up the work notes, but he couldn't catch the plane.

Professor Sun heard the news of the plane crash in Gutian County, and he couldn't get up. I took a few colleagues to him to the health center. It can be said that I was half his savior. Later, whenever Professor Sun came to work near Gutian, he would come to see me and have a drink with me. However, when I asked him what the words on the bone armor meant, Professor Sun avoided answering. He just advised me that those words were symbols of danger and evil, but it was better not to ask them again in the end. Anyway, they were all destroyed. Then every time he sighed, wishing he had never seen those words in his life. This is not when he saw the red bulb on your back today, I remembered those terrible words. It was exactly the same. This is not a skin disease. What did you do?

When I heard this, I couldn't help but ask Old Man Liu, "Master Liu, you don't know what this word means?"

Old Man Liu laughed and said to me in a mysterious way: "Brother, I only know that this is an ancient word, but I really don't know what this word means, but someone knows that it is better to come early than to come by. Professor Sun happens to live upstairs now. He comes to Gutian for a while every year. Isn't this going to catch up?"

I grabbed Old Man Liu's hand and couldn't wait to say, "Master Liu, you are really a living Bodhisattva. You can save people to the end and send Buddha to the West, but you must introduce this Professor Sun to me."

Old Man Liu patted his chest to guarantee the bill, and it was no problem to introduce it. However, the old man named Sun was very strict and he was willing to tell you. It depends on how you told him that the piece of slut on your back is so special, maybe he can tell you."

I asked Old Man Liu to wait for me in the cafeteria for a while. I prepared and then went with him to visit Professor Sun, who lives on the second floor of the guesthouse. I first went back to the room and told Da Jinya and Fatty.

The fat man stayed in the room and continued to guard the raw stone of smelling fragrant jade. I asked Da Jinya to go with me. He had been doing business for many years and gave him words. He was far more experienced in social activities than me.

We changed our clothes and went to the guesthouse cafeteria to find Old Man Liu. I said to Old Man Liu, "Master Liu, it's a bit inappropriate for us to go empty-handed, but it's not too early at this time. It's not easy to buy some dessert fruits..."

Old Man Liu said: "No need, look at my face, but aren't you guys making fun of antiques? Remember, don't ask Professor Sun about this. He has a bad temper and doesn't like being your career the most."

Da Jinya and I immediately said that we would never mention this matter, but just made up a lie that we were on a business trip to Gutian. Because there was a red bulb that looked like oracle bone inscriptions on the back. I heard that Professor Sun knew oracle bone inscriptions, so I took the liberty to ask for advice to see if this was a skin disease or something else.

The three of them had decided to discuss and took Old Man Liu to the second floor to knock on Professor Sun's door and explain their purpose. Professor Sun invited us into the room.

The more Professor Sun looks nearly sixty years old, a thin old man with dark skin and a little bit of a burden on his back. This is probably related to his long-term squatting in the tent. Professor Sun's face is full of wrinkles, his hair is severely bald, and the outer edge is sparse and there is still a circle left. He is reluctant to shave it. He combed a one-sided spiral. Although he looks old, his eyes are bright and he doesn't wear glasses. Apart from his hairstyle, he is no different from the farmers who work in the fields all year round.

Compared with Professor Chen I know, although they are both professors, they are not the same type and there are very different ones. Professor Chen is a typical academic, a gentle professor in the office. This professor named Sun is probably a pragmatic person with long-term practice and frontline practice.

After hearing what I had told me, Professor Sun looked at the bruises on my back for a long time, and kept saying it was strange. I asked Professor Sun, what exactly is the thing that is behind me? Is it life-threatening?

Professor Sun said: "This is indeed very similar to a symbol. Among the bone armor unearthed in Gutian two years ago, the most complete and largest pair of tortoise shells was engraved with 112 characters, which are like oracle bone inscriptions, but they are not oracle bone inscriptions. This symbol, which looks like an eyeball, appears seven times repeatedly in those 112 characters."

Behind both of my fat man and I, this dark red bulb like an eyeball grew. Although I came to visit Professor Sun with Old Man Liu, I was just a sick man and I was half-believing and half-doubted about Old Man Liu's words. At this time, I saw Professor Sun also said that the shape of this red bulb looked like an ancient character, so I quickly asked Professor Sun what the word was?

Professor Sun shook his head and said, "The red marks on your skin are just icons with the unearthed ancient texts, but they have nothing to do with it. When the cultural relics crashed two years ago, they were all destroyed. There are many coincidental things in this world. Some beans can grow like human heads, but there is no connection between beans and human heads except similarity."

I and Dajinya and I said all kinds of good things. I wanted to ask what the ancient texts engraved on the tortoise shell are. As long as I know the details and whether they are related, I will know in my mind.

Professor Sun just refused to say a word, and at the end he issued an order to expel us: "Don't pretend in front of me, you two are all earthy. I work at the grassroots level all year round, and I close my eyes and know what you two do. There are only three types of people with this taste, one is a farmer, and the other two are not tomb robbers or resell antiques. To be honest, I don't think you are like farmers. I don't have any good feelings for you now, and I don't know where you got it from.
Chapter completed!