Daomu Biji

Chapter 3 Handwriting

Damn it! My scalp exploded and my whole body trembled. I thought to myself, what is going on? In 1990, a seal at a university in Changsha actually had my handwriting on it?

wrong! It’s definitely not a mistake! I thought to myself that this could never happen, but at the same time I knew very well that my intuition about handwriting, my professional instinct based on hundreds of thousands of rubbings, would never lie to others.

That's a coincidence. I learned Slender Gold Style, and maybe that person also learned this font, so the charm is somewhat similar.

I slapped my forehead and came up with a hundred reasons for this, just like a man trying to find an excuse to explain himself after cheating on me. Thinking about it in the end, I felt ridiculous, knowing that these excuses would never deceive me.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was midnight. It was unrealistic to call Du Juanshan out at this time, but I definitely couldn't sleep tonight. Anyway, the door was outside the archives room and could be seen without a key, so I packed it up, grabbed Wang Meng, and set off again to the university to see what was going on.

I took a taxi there, but the guard refused to let me in without my Dujuan Shan work permit. People who have studied in college will not be able to understand this. They went back to the small selling point nearby and bought a bag of Zhonghua. They easily blended in and returned to the old auditorium based on their memories.

All the lights in the entire school were turned off, only street lights illuminated the area, and the surrounding area was extremely dark. However, I was so impatient that I didn't pay attention at all. I went all the way to the underground archives and went straight to read the words on the seal.

Of course the handwriting didn't run away, it was just there.

My heart was beating fast, as if I wanted to see the female bathhouse, so I hurriedly used a flashlight to shine.

On July 6, 1990, the Institute of Archeology of XX University was closed.

This time I saw it more clearly, my mind was clear, every stroke was clear. As I watched, cold sweat slid down my cheeks.

It's really my handwriting.

I froze there and almost collapsed.

Ordinary people can recognize their own handwriting as long as the interval is not too long, let alone what line of work I am in. This is definitely my handwriting, there can be no excuses.

How old was I in 1990? Thirteen? fifteen? Did I know about Slim Gold Body at that time? Damn he probably doesn’t even know about Slim Gold Body! How is this going?

"For me, everything is over, but for you, nothing has actually begun."

Uncle San's voice suddenly rang in my ears, and the long-lost feeling of splitting headache began to swirl in my mind again.

I took a deep breath, trying to dispel it, and began to reassemble the pieces in my mind. Previous experience tells me that it is useless at this time, and once you become irritable, it is difficult to calm down. You must calm down before you become irritable.

I remembered again that in the video tape sent by Wen Jin, there was a person who looked very much like me, crawling in the nursing home in Golmud, but she didn't have time to explain to me at the time. My third uncle once said that it was not easy to ask about them. I thought Those were his words of intention, and now that I think about it, they are indeed suspicious.

What happened to me? How should this be explained? It seems that there is not only one me in this world, but also another me who wrote this seal in this place nearly twenty years ago. At about the same time, I was photographed in the old house in Yugolmud...

I'm so confused and have no clue at all. This is even more troublesome than the third uncle's matter.

Take a flashlight and shine it into the space behind the seal.

Assuming that this seal was posted by "I", then obviously there is something going on. At least I can be sure that the "I" who wrote the seal has something to do with this institute.

This basement, which they thought had not been visited for decades, was not only visited by someone, but was also involved in such weird things. I can't help but wonder, what will it be like then? It looked like I had to go down and find out what was going on.

It was dark below, like the tomb passage of an ancient tomb. I had the painful experience of Golmud, and I couldn't help but feel a little scared. But considering that this is Changsha city, there is a community police station not far away.

The civilized world has always been reliable, and there will never be plots like those in campus ghost stories. So I wiped my sweat and broke the chains, feeling depressed at the same time. If I had known that the point was here, a pack of Zhonghua would be enough. Why buy two filial piety tributes? That cuckoo?

The iron chain weighed twenty kilograms and was extremely rusty. The movement was extremely loud, and one could imagine that the person who locked the door must be He Zhiren. After pulling it twice, I suddenly had a bad thought: With such a thick iron chain, could it be that some kind of monster is locked up?

I immediately got rid of this thought, how could it be possible?

He carefully pulled out the iron chain and put it aside. His hands were covered with rust and slag. Then he tore the seal and took two breaths as he walked down. He was choked by the dust and burst into tears.

The stairs were a mess, filled with old tables and chairs.

Walking down, I saw a door similar to the archive room above, which was unlocked. I took a picture inside and saw that it was exactly the same size as the room above, but there were no files inside and it was filled with clutter.

After taking pictures around, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This was not the old archives that Du Juanshan mentioned at all, but a sundries warehouse. And looking at all this garbage, it might have been piled here when this house was built, and it’s covered in a thick layer of dust.

I used my flashlight to shine everywhere and pulled up my T-shirt to cover my mouth and nose. The smell of dust was really pungent and uncomfortable. There were messy footprints on the ground, and there was also a layer of dust on them. It was obvious that they had been stepped on not long ago, and they might have been stepped on when something happened that year. The footprints were stacked together, and it could be seen that there were two or three people walking erratically, heading into the warehouse.

Follow the footprints and look at the debris around you, but you can't tell what they are. After walking a few steps deeper, I could just barely see a lot of large wooden boxes.

But when I saw these boxes, I thought of a story; in the warehouse of the National Archives, I found several wooden boxes. They were all Dunhuang scriptures. They were shipped when paying a fee. As a result, no one counted them in the early days of liberation. , I kept it tied up somewhere, and I didn’t find it until I moved it.

Are there such treasures in these warehouses?

The size of the box seemed very large to me, and it was impossible for me to find out what happened in this warehouse on my own. Too messy and too dirty. Even if clues are found, there is no strength to move them away and investigate.

When I walked to the end of the warehouse, there was a little less debris there. There was a large square box covered with something. The footprints went all the way to the box. I squatted down to look and found that they did not stop in front of the box. The footprints were pressed under the box.

"Boss, this box will be pushed in at this time." Wang Meng arrived.

That is to say, they blocked something. Given the angle between the box and the corner of the wall, there will inevitably be a space. What needs to be blocked inside?

I said to Wang Meng: "Go and push away."

"Ah?" Wang Meng's face turned green, "Boss, this..."

"Go if I tell you to!" I said. He had no choice but to swallow and push the box carefully. The box was so heavy that his face turned the color of pig liver from suppressing it before he moved the box aside. I took a flashlight and looked at it. In the corner behind it, there were a lot of files.