"Doctor, do you think this story is true?"

Dr. Rodtsov tapped the paper with his pen.

"If it were me, I would think it was a nervous hallucination and some kind of special intestinal parasite. But these are not important, because the subsequent story is completely absurd, which is enough to prove that this is the old man's mental hallucination - what he said

Agent Nanzdebar, who had been executed as early as 1936 during the purge movement, would never have appeared in Stalingrad in 1938."

But Kangjimeier raised a new question: "But doctor, there is something I can't figure out. Why is my grandfather's memory about the agents confused?"

After the words fell, Dr. Rodtsov also frowned deeply and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

"This may have some religious factors. It is common for humans to be affected by certain mysterious atmospheres of witchcraft. As a monk with extraordinary magical power, it has always been believed that physical death is not the end of life, so there must be other

The end of the way.”

Congemir murmured to himself, rubbing the manuscript paper unconsciously with his hands: "The death of the physical body is not the end of life. In eternity, even death will be annihilated..."

"Davarish, what are you talking about?"

Dr. Rodtsov waved his hand in front of his eyes and said to himself, "About this, according to Mr. Kaldi, Nanzdebar once told him that the Black Monk's men rushed into the room at that time, cold and cold.

The muzzle of the knife was already pressed against his head, but only one of the black monk's attendants picked up the knife and stabbed it into the black monk's chest full of tattoos in full view of the public - he looked like he couldn't wait to take out something, it was simply

Terrified the battle-hardened agent Nanzdebar.”

"The mongo people in the room turned a blind eye, and then suddenly recited strange chants, and long sighs buzzed in the small room, making people feel trance-like. Nanzdebal seemed to see the mutilated body of the black monk

He sat up again, leaned over and appeared in the crowd's shadow, his mouth with four smashed teeth open, and he also chanted sutras together piously and evilly."

"According to Nanzdebal's description, under the influence of some obscure influence in the air, he suddenly realized the source of everything. He began to struggle desperately, and seemed to have knocked something to the ground, and his ears were full of

Noisy shouts, noises, gunshots, his hands waving around, trying to grab everything within reach - until everything fell silent, only the blood stains all over the room and the stunned crowd..."

"Your grandfather also mentioned that after that, Nanzdebal, who suffered some kind of mental trauma, often talked to himself, faced the direction next door and fell into deep thought, and even disappeared from the house for two days inexplicably before leaving on his own.

came back - these later became evidence that he was engaged in secret assassinations during the counter-revolutionary movement."

Kangjimir suddenly stood up, clenching his fists inexplicably, and looked at the doctor with piercing eyes: "I know, according to the local legend of reincarnation, a guy like that who is called Hutuktu,

They all enjoy special authority!”

Rodtsov signaled the other party to calm down, and after the two sat back in their seats, they continued to face the confrontation.

"I thought that a college student like you would not be fooled by these supernatural and illogical remarks. But in this case, you should be able to understand why the people of the Security Committee have been reviewing it for so many years, right?"

Kanjimir was speechless for a moment.

He just unconsciously put himself into that environment and came to a seemingly "most reasonable" conclusion. However, all of this seemed to be attributed to the fanatical and irrational religious atmosphere of the group and the absurd associations it produced.

.

"Sorry doctor, I'm just a little curious. So what grandpa wrote can no longer be verified. The only thing left is this skull numbered 3394."

Kangjimir felt a little stuffy in his chest due to the heat in the room, and there was also a vague strange smell wafting from the radiator. This made him always want to open the window at all costs and let the cold wave coming from Siberia give him some clarity.

Rodtsov said: "You don't need to think too much, everything you can think of has been investigated. Just a few years before your grandfather died, the geologist Professor Obruchev also visited him for his autobiography.

I passed him and wanted to find out some details."

"Oh! Is that the famous professor?!"

"As you know, the famous Professor Vladimir Afanasyevich Obruchev."

"Oh? Does he believe what his grandfather said?"

"In fact, he didn't believe it at all. Professor Obruchev was also conducting archaeological excavations near the Black Gobi during that time in 1924. When he heard the news that the Black Monks had been annihilated, he rushed to the bunker as soon as possible. Therefore, it was also

One of the witnesses of the incident - I just missed your grandfather and failed to meet him."

Dr. Rodtsov spoke slowly, and took out a hard-covered book from the bookshelf, with "The Desert of Central Asia" written in gilded letters on it.

"This is the book that the professor gave as a gift after his visit. But the history he recorded is completely opposite to the whole story."

Opening the book, in the book "Deserts of Central Asia", another ending of the Black Monk is written:

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! [The protagonist returned to Tacheng from the archaeological work of Ejina Black City and happened to pass by the liberated Black Gobi. He made a special trip to visit the fortress of Mazong Mountain because he left

At that time, the black monks asked them to buy some grain for themselves in the agricultural area of ​​​​the Ejina River, and the grain was carried on the backs of camels.]

[The Black Monk once asked him for a book to relieve his boredom, and he also found this book among the cultural relics in the Black City.]

[Knocking on the door of the fortress, an old man told them: Not long ago, the black monks robbed a caravan and got a large sum of money. They dismissed the tribe and took four friends to the Lama Temple to rescue their relatives. The camels at home

, sheep, and goats are all left by the black monk. Apparently he thinks that the black monk will have to return to the Black Gobi sooner or later and continue to be a hero in the forest.】

[The protagonist listened to what the old man said, left the food, stayed for one night, and left early the next morning. The story of Black Gobi came to an end.]

"Doctor, is there something wrong with this story? There should be no doubt that the black monk was killed by my grandfather's team, right?"

Kangjimeier said in confusion.

Dr. Rodtsov was silent for a while, slowly closed the book of memories, and said with the same puzzlement: "Originally, specimen No. 3394 has explained everything, but Professor Obruchev is very sure that the Black Monk

He is not dead, and there is absolutely no cause and effect of the Black Monk's death in his memoirs. He asked around to find your grandfather, just to find clues from the witnesses who are still alive - or to expose the lies of some deceivers."

"When leaving the sanatorium, Professor Obruchev angrily called your grandfather a liar, and he would write a letter to report it to the Supreme Council. But your grandfather was angry and silent, and his heart rate once soared to three times that of a normal person, almost to the point of

Enter the rescue room. From that day on, your grandfather began to write down his memories repeatedly, as if he wanted to find gold in the sandcastle that was on the verge of collapse in front of the waves."

"I also discussed this matter with Professor Obruchev when he visited again - of course without telling your grandfather - the professor happily told me that he had found someone to return to the Black Gobi.

The residents there told him that the black monk actually asked his adjutant to pretend to be him when he was assassinated that day, and he escaped on a fast horse, and then lived a nomadic life in the southern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains. There was also an old herdsman from Mazong Mountain, Bianba, who also said that in

During the 1950s, there was an old homeless man who was begging for food everywhere. Everyone said he was the black monk..."

"Oh, by the way, the actions of the Black Monk's men who cut off the face and dug out the heart made Professor Obruchev even more convinced that this was a coincidence and a lie for the sake of fame and fortune..."

Hearing this, Kangjimir finally couldn't help but stand up and said to the doctor angrily: "No wonder my grandfather has been thinking about the collection of black monk skull specimens numbered 3394! Because that is the only thing that can prove his merits and honors!

He is a fighting hero and should not be slandered like this before he dies!"

Dr. Rodtsov spread his hands helplessly and looked at the phone at hand again, as if expecting and wary of a call that shouldn't come.

"You have to know that Professor Obruchev is an academician of the Soviet Academy of Sciences and the honorary president of the Soviet Geographical Society. He has been awarded the Order of Lenin five times and provided the committee with a number of precious cultural relics, including a collection of cultural relics from the Black City of Ejina.

Stuff. He was pretty sure the Black Monk had been there too and taken something - so the National Commission had to continue the search, which lasted ten years."

The gilded books on the table were extremely heavy, like a boulder pressing on Kangjiemir's chest. He wanted to ask, but when he opened his mouth, he could not speak.

Rodtsov's resolute face looked calm: "I believe in your grandfather, and I also believe that he killed the 'Black Monk' who was omnipotent in the eyes of the locals. But such a serious historical deviation is enough for everyone to be vigilant.

Be careful of things that shouldn’t be mixed in.”

"But...but..."

Conjemir also wanted to say something else.

"I'm sorry, I'm too nervous today. Even two years ago, I had never been so nervous when I performed appendix surgery on myself during the Antarctic scientific expedition team."

Perhaps in order to lighten the atmosphere, Dr. Rodtsov exhaled and said to Conjemir with a hint of joking, "You have to know that Antarctic scientific expeditions are not a pleasant memory. The explorers that have been swallowed there are...

There are enough to build a human ladder out of hell..."

The smell of the heating in the room became more and more obvious, and there was the sound of rattling carts passing by in the corridor outside the door, which reminded Kanjimir of the cold mortuary corpse truck--during the most tragic days of the Leningrad war, this

The ancient building has never stopped hearing such sounds.

There was a faint smell of antiseptic potion in the air, and some kind of fear was clenching his heart. Even though the wind and snow in Leningrad outside the window became more violent and swept in, covering the sky and the sun, Kangjimir was incomparable.

I strongly want to leave here.

He seemed to have spent only five minutes here, and it seemed as if he had spent an entire day and night.

"Doctor, if nothing is wrong... I have to leave first."

Kangjiemir looked at his watch nervously, packed up the woolen coat in his hand, decided to leave, and his eyes fell on the coat rack by the door.

Dr. Rodtsov didn't mean to stop him. He put the manuscript into a black box and sealed it. He sighed slowly and said, "Be careful on the road. Students like you are the future of the Soviet Union. When I see you today, let me

Thinking of my relatives on the island..."

Kandelmir asked in confusion: "Do you live on Kronstadt Island?"

This small island is at the eastern end of the Gulf of Finland, only 29 kilometers east of Leningrad. It has been built as an important port fortress and satellite city. "Isn't that a place for the fleet?"

Dr. Rodtsov shook his head: "No, they are on a farther island. I haven't been back home for many years."

Kondelmir fell silent in confusion, because he found that Dr. Rodtsov had opened the box that had been sealed just now, and was about to put another brown envelope with the wax seal opened.

"Doctor, what is that in your hand?"

"A souvenir. In addition to handing over cultural relics, Professor Obruchev also gave me a small oriental gift. I plan to give it to you as a small effort to resolve the conflict between your two families. He happened to tell me what was inside

story."

Dr. Rodtsov opened the envelope and revealed a very finely printed photo. Through the hazy black and white tones, you can also tell that there is a strange oriental statue on it. The Buddha from ancient India has two bodies in one body, but with a head on his head.

The two heads sharing a neck looked at each other silently, their lips tightly closed into a line, and their gestures seemed quiet and profound.

"This is an ancient statue. Legend has it that this is the peculiar appearance that Buddha Sakyamuni showed when he came to Sarnath to explain Buddhism to the five followers sent by the king's father after his enlightenment and was transformed into a monk for the first time."

"Five followers asked the Buddha what the world would be like after enlightenment. The Buddha told the five people that when he was enlightened, he really opened his eyes and took a look into the depths of infinite darkness. But it was like this, half-seeing but not seeing.

, the chaotic abyss of the entire universe has already submerged him. At first glance, he was dead, but at second glance, he came back to life, standing here to teach them the Dharma."
To be continued...