Chapter 1: Grave Robbers' Chronicles

Hangzhou in August has a pleasant climate. Although the temperature in summer has been getting higher and higher in recent years, you can still feel the artistic conception of "the water is shimmering and beautiful when it is sunny" by the West Lake.

I leaned against the lounge chair in the shop and read through the things I had sorted out over the past few months.

It has been more than three months since I returned from Golmud, and I seem to have not recovered. What happened in the end was beyond my tolerance. I did not expect that things would end in such a situation.

In the past three months, I have never been able to get out of the nightmare at that time. I dream about countless scenes passing by every night.

But can I really get rid of it? I really doubt that the depression in my heart has not been reduced by the unraveling of those secrets.

"What others try hard to cover up must be what you don't want to see, so you must have to bear the consequences of knowing the secrets."

This is what I finally realized, but even the oil bottle cannot escape that fate. So what can I do? How many people can keep their questions in my heart for the rest of their lives?

After I came back, I wrote down all the things I had done over the past year, starting from my grandfather’s notes, until now, one by one, one by one, one by one, and the parts I didn’t know at that time, gradually became clear in my mind. The truth is like this, and that’s all. Thinking about my desire for these puzzles at that time, the ridiculous feeling in my heart makes people sigh.

When I finished writing the last word, I thought about when I could forget all these things. It was unlikely. But I knew that I would eventually forget that day, just like Uncle San’s mask, if I wore it for too long, I couldn’t take it off. Time can always change something. I just hope that this day will come earlier now.

There are many parts in the whole thing that I don’t know, such as, where is my real third uncle? The real identity of the Man Oil Bottle, where did the disappearing Wen Jin go? What is the ultimate? Who built the huge ruins underground? What is the identity of those people in Wen Jin, and what plans are they doing?

These things are still mysteries one by one. The latter is the one that concerns me the most, but now it seems that these issues are not very important.

After Monoyouping came back, we sent him to Peking University First Hospital for a full-body examination. His body was basically fine, but he was not very clear-headed. We left him in the hospital and found someone to take care of him. But this was not a long-term solution. I asked some people in Changsha and wanted to know some of the background of Monoyouping and asked them to ask me for help, but no one has replied to me yet.

The fat man said he had a solution, but there was no reply. It seemed that it was much harder to understand the things behind the silence bottle than I thought. Now I can only hope that he can improve as soon as possible and provide us with some useful things. If not, it can only be supported by us for the rest of our lives, and perhaps it is not a bad thing for him.

Few people have the chance to forget everything, but those who are lucky enough to forget it want to remember it desperately. This kind of reincarnation is simply a paradox of human nature. In private, I am really not afraid that he will never remember it, but I am afraid that he will remember something, but I am not sure.

It was a miracle that Pan Zi was sent to the hospital. It was a miracle that he could survive. I always felt a little incredible. In fact, he didn't receive much weight and recovered quickly.

There is chaos in Changsha now. Pan Zi told me that when the old friend was still there, even if the Third Master was not there, the situation there was easy to control. But now it is no longer possible. The trees are falling and the money is scattered, and there are rumors everywhere. He doesn't know what to do. Fortunately, Uncle San's property has been greatly reduced by Chenpi A Si, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with. He can only take one step at a time. If it really doesn't work, he can only break up the company. The money he saved over the years has long been no longer worried about food and clothing. Now it may be time to retire.

I told him to find a girl to start a family as soon as possible, so that I won’t worry about my third uncle’s property. My third uncle is old and he has no children. Sooner or later, this will happen. It has been a long time since we can’t turn the tide.

Pan Zi didn't react much. Uncle San's life and death were uncertain. I think he would never feel at ease, and he might still keep looking for him. I can only wish him good luck.

When the fat man broke up, he returned to Beijing. He was the person who felt the least. He went back to open a business as usual. According to Pan Zi, this person was not only quite good, but also very cunning, but I really couldn't see where he was deep. Before leaving, the fat man said a cliché: "The green mountains do not change and the green water flows for a long time, and there will be a period of time." He said it quite a bit. If it weren't for the people who spent so much time together and had to live and die, it would be difficult for them to understand how gentle and desolate the meaning of this cliché is.

Tashi said goodbye to us in Golmud. If it weren't for him, we would definitely not have been able to get out of Tarim, so we wanted to raise some money for him at that time. Tashi said that this matter was a karma for him, and it was already a blessing for the Bodhisattva. He could not ask for our money anymore. Later, I gave him my watch to keep it a souvenir.

Aning is dead, and I have no contact with Judekao's company for the time being. I sent a few emails to my acquaintances, but they were all returned. I don't know if they want to continue. In any case, the old ghost should give up this time with the failure. If he still persists, he can only ask for more blessings.

The dust returns to dust, the soil returns to the soil, and everyone's life seems to have returned to normal track. At that time, I had just returned to Hangzhou and continued my 9-to-5 life. I sat on the rattan chair and took a nap. When I woke up, I opened my grandfather's notes bored, and suddenly I felt like I was going back in time, as if I had a different life.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies. After waking up, he doesn't know whether he is a butterfly dreaming of transforming people or a mortal who dreams of transforming people. I used to listen to it mysteriously, but now I suddenly understand his feelings. I just feel that everything in the past year is like a dream, flashing by, and I feel that I am still in the snake swamp. The leisure in front of me may be my imagination before I die.

No matter which one it is, I want to accept it happily. Sometimes, ending something is more exciting than getting the result of it.
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