Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

"You kid, why didn't you speak suddenly!" Xie Tingshan turned his head and looked at Xie Zhifei, "Then I will test you, why is the moon bear called the moon bear?"

Although Xie Zhifei has a hairy nose, he can answer such a question almost without thinking. "Asian black bears, a type of black bear, have a crescent-shaped golden or silver hair on their chests, so people have given them a beautiful nickname, Moon Bear."

"Well, I remember it clearly." The couple seemed to have not heard the cry from their son's mouth at all, and nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, let's go on. If the people in the village are right, the ruins should be ordered in front. Let's find it early. It's not a good idea to stay in the primeval forest too late."

Xie Zhifei didn't walk in front this time, but followed behind his parents, everything was exactly the same as that time. Is this part of your deepest memory really?

The father, who holds the titles of genius and the youngest master of archaeology in the contemporary era, began his research on 'pseudo-text' five years ago. The so-called pseudo-text is a script that corresponds to a script that can be determined to have actually been used in history.

They exist, and they may be equally ancient, but they may also be just games created by some people on purpose. But it is undeniable that in these complex pseudo-texts, it is very likely to include a history earlier than the earliest written texts in the existing historical records.

The study of pseudo-literature is a very broad subject, and 'gambler' is the name of the academic circle for those who study this part. Most people may not be able to solve a pseudo-literary in their entire life, and it is more likely that the pseudo-literacy he studied cannot be solved at all. And only a very lucky few are likely to be the discoverers of history.

Xie Tingshan is also a gambler, but he is more cautious and more planned than ordinary gamblers. The pseudo-text he studied is not just a text with hundreds of symbols left. Rather, it is accompanied by an ancient legend of an ancient village. Thousands of years of history have passed, they have long forgotten the meaning of these words, they just painted these symbols as paintings and talismans on doors, beams and even amulets as prayer patterns, just like the patterns of gluttonous and bats.

What really caught the attention of Xie Tingshan was the legend circulating in this small mountain village.

'The world will eventually be destroyed. After the blue moon rises, the black wolf runs before the end.

All the earth will crack, all the volcanoes will erupt! Flowing fire descends from the sky, all things are born and die.

The mother of all things shed tears, and those tears turned into a monstrous flood.

The ghosts and ghosts wailed, the mountain spirits and demons cried, heaven and **** merged into one, and the supreme gods also fell to the ground and became the ration of the giant wolf.

New worlds will descend on the hills of corpses..."

This is completely contrary to the Chinese mythology system. It doesn't look like it will appear in the Chinese culture that believes in the afterlife and karma, but more like the plot in the Nordic or Mayan and contemporary Cthulhu mythology, why is such a myth handed down in this small village , what is their history? These caught the attention of Xie Tingshan.

In the process of researching the history of the mountain village, he found that the pseudo-text, the symbols on the beams and gates, were obviously written with corresponding rules. But no one will use them anymore, they only know that these symbols have been passed down from generation to generation, and the history of passing down has been long enough to be unrecorded.

The earliest known place where these words appeared is the altar in the mountain village, an altar built deep in the mountains far away from the mountain village. No one knows what is there, but the custom of 'not to destroy the altar' has been passed down from generation to generation. Such circumstances piqued the interest of young archaeologists.

During the summer vacation of Xie Zhifei's second year of junior high school, he persuaded his wife to set foot in this forest again on the grounds of traveling. The study of pseudo-texts and myths is only Xie Tingshan's personal interest. No one knows how many such small villages and how many such myths exist in China with a population of 1.3 billion. If every one is to be investigated clearly, then the people of today have probably become a part of history.

Xie Tingshan's research has not been recognized and approved, so only their family of three came. In fact, Xie Tingshan said that this is tourism is not unreasonable. The temperature of the high-altitude virgin forest is far lower than that of the air-conditioned city, the comfortable temperature, and the original ecological landscape, except that there is no signal, it is really good as a tourist destination.

Especially when Xie Tingshan came here for the third time and the door was clear. And Xie Zhifei thought so, until the accident happened.

"It's here!" the young scholar shouted happily, pointing to a corner of the dense forest. He had to look carefully to be able to distinguish the hidden building from the green.

The outer layer of the building made of black stones has completely collapsed into disbelief, and the weathered depressions and overgrown moss have become its best camouflage. "The scenes in Indiana Jones and The Mummy are not as real." Xie Tingshan turned his head and made a claw shape with his hands and made a low voice to the mother and son.

"Most of the thousand-year-old demon kings or demons are sealed here. If a living person enters it, they will wake up and come to destroy the world."

"You're a person! When can you be serious!" Yan Qingli rolled his eyes at him, "You have to be crow's mouth at this time. I'm really worried that Xiaofei will become a frivolous person like you in the future."

"This... is not a crow's mouth..." Xie Zhifei wanted to tell his parents, and then pulled them out of the place as quickly as possible. But really opened his mouth and said it was. "Mom, Zibuyue is weird. We are all materialists. Demon kings and demons can't exist."

"Well, Xiaofei is right." The mother narrowed her eyes and nodded, as if sighing at her son's maturity and stability. The three of them didn't notice the ruins under the moss, even though it was lit by the sun, it looked cold and stiff. It is like a tomb that has been sleeping for thousands of years.

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Chapter 64 Memory II

"Dad, do you really think this kind of legend is worth studying?" Walking deep and shallow in the middle of the ruins, he asked Xie Tingshan in front of him.

"There must be." The young scholar turned his head and smiled softly, like an old book with a yellowed and hairy corners, which would have a soft and pleasant smell when flipping. "Whether it is a legend, music, painting, all these artistic creations can be used as a reference for art."

"In addition to its artistic significance, the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival also has irreplaceable significance in historical research." Xie Tingshan skillfully walked to a mottled wall, "The clothes of the hundreds of characters inside, Activities and even utensils have great research significance. It’s like an abacus, if it weren’t for the fact that it was clearly found in the painting, no one would dare to conclude that it had appeared in the Song Dynasty.”

"Can this be the same?" Xie Zhifei retorted in a low voice.

"Of course it's the same." Father took out a knife and a brush from his pocket, and carefully and skillfully peeled off the moss on the residual wall, revealing the dark stone wall behind. There are deep and shallow notches on the mottled stone wall. "Looks like what?"

Xie Zhifei squinted his eyes and looked at it seriously, and finally saw some meaning from the abstract lines, probably some villains with guns. In front of them was a huge monster like a hill.

"China has a history of 5,000 years, most of which, more than 3,000 years of history, exists in the form of legends. Compared with expensive written records, oral legends and rock paintings are obviously more affordable and Effective. After all, writing is really a skill that very few people can master.”

"But what kind of world-destroying demon king, demon, etc., doesn't look like a historical record!" Xie Zhifei was about to be persuaded, but he has just risen to the age of personal will, and he always does not allow himself to be like a child. When he obeyed his parents like that, he still tried his best to retort.

"That's doomed because of this recording method." Xie Tingshan narrowed his eyes, not at all caught off guard by his son's question, "The result of the recording method that is passed down by word of mouth is bound to increase with the age and needs to be remembered. Things will keep increasing. And how to distinguish the most important things?”

Without waiting for Xie Zhifei to answer, Xie Tingshan gave the answer by himself, "That is to exaggerate it, whether it's merits or achievements, or the precautions, they are all exaggerated, so that the most important things will not be forgotten. So Chi You That's why it was described as so terrifying, that's why Ji Fa was recorded and played a tune to attract the phoenix."

"Then...this...also?" Xie Zhifei probably understood what his father meant, but he always felt that something was vague.

"It's about the same. Maybe there are some beasts in the forest. At that time, people thought that when the moon turned blue, there would be wolves out of the forest to hunt for food, and the whole village died. There is no difference at the end of the world." Xie Tingshan smiled, and like his wife, reached out and rubbed his son's head, "Let's go down, I hope we can discover something new this time."

It was a cave-like place in the depths of the ruins. It was supposed to be a palace originally, but the buildings that were thousands of years ago had collapsed and destroyed, and the original appearance could not be seen at all. Only the gate was so slanted that only one person could pass by. But still maintain the original function.

Xie Zhifei felt that his current state was no different from a split personality. Half of his soul was persuaded by his father, nodded and walked inside, expecting to find something interesting in it.

On the other hand, the other half of the souls were icy and swaying at a high place, watching all this happen coldly, refusing to omit a little detail, understanding that everything was destined, and wanting to remind the three of the problems in this logic. Turn it all around.

Xie Tingshan obviously missed a question. If it was just something that he hoped future generations to remember, he would not have used such a completely pessimistic tone. If any taboo is violated, it will bring irreparable disaster. This is the most common and reasonable way of legend. This kind of self-destruction that all people are bound to die, irreversible, and irreversible will perish. Even the most basic religions do not spread such stories.

Because there is no religion that may not even have salvation, no one will believe in it. Since there is no way to change the future of extinction, the natural result is that there are no taboos, so such legends don’t matter. There is no possibility of it being passed down at all, but if the group of people in the village were not deceiving people, such a story that is completely impossible to pass down would really span thousands of years to the present. It would be great if I could have known this sooner.

Xie Zhifei was not able to tell the three people in front of him his reminder in the end. The family still walked into the cave in the ruins with the attitude of outing.

When the three of them stepped into the cave, Xie Zhifei felt something different. It was the first time he didn't notice it. The temperature, humidity, and light were different the moment he walked into the cave, as if he had stepped into the cave. A new world in general. All of this has been faithfully recorded by soul and body.

"Be careful." Xie Tingshan, who was walking in the front, took out a flashlight to dispel the darkness, "It's just a little dark, there's nothing else, just walk through this section." He and himself have been here many times. His wife and children emphasized.

The hot summer weather made them completely ignore the few degrees of temperature drop, and the structure of the cave made them unaware of the unusual darkness, and even the flying dust after each step was ignored. Such dryness in a wet forest is very unusual.

The three of them walked through this dark cave talking and laughing. Only Xie Zhifei, who was on the sidelines, had already mentioned the highest point in his heart, right in front of him. The place where the tragedy happened, was imprinted in the deepest part of his memory. .

"Here is it?" After passing through the cave, the light came back again. The bright light that burst in made Xie Zhifei narrow his eyes before opening them again. He didn't notice that the golden light became thicker here, like the color of amber.

The dilapidated flat ground has jagged stones, but because it can be seen that it used to be a renovated room, there are still a few remaining stone pillars standing crookedly, green moss is like a dragon pattern crawling all over the pillars.

"If there is no accident here, it is the main hall." Xie Tingshan turned his head and said to Xie Zhifei. "Xiao Fei, guess what is here?"

"Isn't that easy?" Xie Zhifei swept around, and immediately understood, "This place should be an ancestral hall or an altar." At that time, only such things used for religion would be so extravagant and wasteful. All stone.

"As for this, it should be the place where sacrifices are held," Xie Zhifei stretched out his hand and pointed to the middle of the open space. "That should be where the sacrifices are placed." The black-gray stone platform protruded into a new platform in the middle of the room.

"That's a good answer." Xie Tingshan narrowed his eyes and smiled, very satisfied with his son's immersion.

Only the bystander soul shook his head and sighed, at that time he was still too young. Where are the altars that are strictly forbidden to enter? Absolutely can't enter, what about sacrifices and offerings? In that distant era, the altar also had a less common function besides offering sacrifices to gods and communicating with heaven and earth.

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Chapter 65 Memory III

The altar, like the entire palace, has been devastated by thousands of years of time, and it can barely be seen that it is a circle. The three-layer stone splicing with a height of half a meter has also worn away. It is difficult to distinguish the steps of the year, piled up like a small **** in the middle of the hall. 'The flowers and plants of the Wu Palace were buried in the secluded paths, and the clothes of the Jin Dynasty turned into ancient hills. ’ Xie Zhifei remembered this sentence when he saw this scene.