When Ling Duyu returned to his apartment, the pendulum of the ancient clock hanging in the center of the hall rang for the twelfth time, announcing the end of the day. The sound of insects chirping in the mountains came faintly through the doors and windows. Ling Duyu's modern duplex house is located high on the hill.The large floor-to-ceiling glass in front of the hall has a wide view, and you can have a panoramic view of the mountain, the harbor and the charming city night on the other side. The colorful lights all over the two sides of the strait and the flickering reflections of the harbor and sea are so far away and unreal, like a dream.

Ling Duyu let out a sigh of relief, and sat down on the modular sofa in the corner of the hall.The spine pillow leans against the soft and bouncing sofa, and the comfortable feeling permeates every nerve. Strange things during the day still bothered him. Ling Duyu took out a blue leather booklet from his pocket. The word DIARY was printed on the cover, and the gilding characters were flying like dragons and phoenixes. The designer put a lot of thought into it. However, Ling Duyu's interest is not in the design of the diary, but in the content.When he found Professor Xie's body, the diary was tightly held in his thin hands.On the cover, the traces of his fingers can still be clearly seen. There must be an astonishing secret inside, which made him linger until his death.

At that time, Ling Duyu didn't dare to push Professor Xie's finger away.The tight grip before death made Professor Xie's muscles stiff, and unless his phalanx was broken abruptly, he would never be able to take the diary into his hands.Fortunately, it was Ling Duyu, who used the silver needles he carried with him to pierce several acupuncture points on Professor Xie's arms and shoulder blades, and skillfully pressed and stretched several winding meridians on Professor Xie's body that control his hands. He took the diary into his hand while loosening his fingers. When he was young, he had learned many ways to deal with the dead from the Tibetan celestial burial master.

He has not yet had the opportunity and time to look at the inside pages. Around 1:00 noon today, he received a long-distance call from Chen Wupeng in the United States. Chen Wupeng's exasperated voice revealed a great panic, asking him to rush to his uncle, Professor Xie immediately, but he refused to tell the reason. With Ling Duyu's character, even if he is begged by someone he doesn't know, he is obliged, not to mention that Chen Wupeng and him are members of the same secret organization, and they are close friends who have shared adversity through life and death. He drove a pearl-white Porsche at a speed of 80 miles, ran through red lights five times, and escaped the motorcycle chase of at least three traffic police officers. When he arrived at Professor Xie's apartment in the suburbs, he was shocked to find that Professor Xie was dead. up!However, his chest was still slightly warm, and he was probably killed half an hour ago.

The death was very strange. According to his observation, Professor Xie died of suffocation. Almost none of Professor Xie's sternum is complete, and the strange thing is that there are no scars on the chest muscles, not even slight impact marks.How is this possible?Only a blow of more than a thousand pounds can cause such a fracture of the sternum.He carefully inspected every inch of the house, but he couldn't find the weapon that caused this injury at all. The house was in good order and there was no sign of fighting.The doors and windows are intact.He skillfully unlocked the door by using two long steel wires that he always carried with him, and entered the house without anyone noticing.

Professor Xie's eyes were wide open, protruding from the eye sockets, reflecting the fear before death, that kind of panic expression, as if he refused to believe what happened in front of him even if he died. The bold Ling Duyu also shuddered after seeing such a scene. The body fell back on the chair, the mouth was wide open, as if unwilling to breathe in the last breath, the gray face was raised back at an impossible angle, the reading glasses were hanging on the right ear, precariously about to fall.It seemed that there was a powerful invisible magic hand, forking his fragile throat.

This is the first time Ling Duyu encountered such a death in his legendary life.He had seen dead bodies that had been flayed and limbs cut off. Although they were all extremely cruel, they were not comparable to Professor Xie's strange, inexplicable and chilling death conditions. Professor Xie's left hand fell limply on the ground, and his right hand was hidden between his chest and abdomen. With five fingers, he tightly grasped the blue leather diary in Ling Duyu's current hand. After Ling Duyu eliminated any evidence that he had sneaked into the room, he calmly called the police.Needless to say, the diary was hidden for him, he always just believed in his own ability.At the same time, he faintly felt that the diary was the source of nourishment, and he hoped to keep it until Chen Wupeng came back.

When the police arrived, he pretended to be nonchalant and accepted their thorough questioning. At dusk that day, without telling the police, he secretly made a phone call, found Chen Wupeng in the United States, and reported Professor Xie's death.Chen Wupeng has always been impulsive and fiery, but when he heard Professor Xie's sad news, his reaction was very strange. Instead of being sad and excited as Ling Duyu expected, he said blankly: "He is really dead, really dead..." Ling Duyu asked at that time: "Wu Peng, what is this all about?" On the other side of the phone, Chen Wupeng seemed to be unable to hear him at all, but muttered to himself: "It's actually true, I'm the only one who knows..." Then he yelled wildly: "That's terrible. "

Ling Duyu was horrified in his heart, Chen Wupeng was also a person who had experienced big storms, what was so frightening that it would make him lose his mind.After panting for at least five minutes, Chen Wupeng calmed down a little.Ling Duyu heard him say with the utmost restraint: "I will talk about everything when I come back." With a grunt, the phone hung up. The phone call with Chen Wupeng not only did not remove the fog, but deepened his troubles.In any case, Chen Wupeng should be on his way back to Hong Kong from Yuga. Ling Duyu took a deep breath, and turned to the first page of the diary. The date was March 15, 1984, which was four years ago.The content is like this:

Ling Duyu turned a few more pages. The diary is not continuous, and sometimes there is no word for several months. It should be called a memo pad. Professor Xie Ning is an internationally renowned archaeologist. When he was 35 years old, he published "A Study on the Migration of Coastal Peoples in Africa", which made him famous in the international archaeological circle and became an authority in this field.After decades of intensive study of the language and culture of ancient Egypt, he became a figure in the archaeological circle.He devoted his whole life to education, and he was also a famous traveler and the modern Xu Xiake. Such an eminent scholar died mysteriously and mysteriously, which must be an irreparable loss in archaeology.

The professor is sixty-five years old and quit teaching five years ago.According to Chen Wupeng, the professor has been obsessed with the investigation of ancient civilizations for the past 20 years, and firmly believes that before the current civilization, other high-civilized cultures appeared on the earth, which may be before the "Peking Man" and "Lantian Man". , the prehistoric period from 400,000 to 500,000 years ago.Belonging to no man's land in archaeology, any proven discovery will be an unprecedented and amazing feat. Amid the ups and downs of thoughts, Ling Duyu continued to read the notes of this giant of archaeology, the contents of which are not separated from life impressions, learning experience, or insightful insights into archaeology. Ling Duyu galloped in the vast and boundless thought world of this well-known scholar, and lamented that there are no worthless people under the fame. This master-level academic authority has rich and bold imagination, which is very different from the so-called scholars who are full of established prejudices. For example, on July 7, 1985, he wrote: Ling Duyu stayed for a while, the professor's argument was simple and easy to understand, what a terrible catastrophe this is, it will be the end of mankind. The notebook continued: Ling Duyu took a deep breath, and his breathing became heavy unconsciously. This earth axis shift can happen at any moment. He turned to the next page, which was a week later: The professor left three question marks at the end, showing his confusion. Ling Duyu saw the interest, and read more than ten pages at a stretch, all of which were recorded in July 1985 to July 1986, and repeatedly discussed the issue of prehistoric civilization. I turned to August 8, 1986, and the page said something very strange, without beginning or end, and the content was as follows: Ling Duyu was immediately at a loss. Who is M?What is that wonderful thing?Why did Professor Xie experience a miracle?Why no one dares to touch it? The next page is March 2, 1987.It is half a year after the previous page, remember: Ling Duyu was stunned for a while, it was difficult to connect his mind to Tian Mu Masamune.It is simply unacceptable that in the diary of a master of archaeology, the name of this influential figure in the international underworld - Masamune Tian Mu will appear. Masamune Tagi is a mafia tycoon who rose up after the war in Japan.It is said that this person is not comparable to ordinary gangsters. His own policies and principles of dealing with affairs will never commit inhumane crimes such as indiscriminate killing and drug trafficking.Coupled with his nimble wrists, slick appearance, and good fortune and righteousness, he is very popular in both black and white in the world.Ling Duyu has very reliable information, and Tian Mu Masamune is one of the behind-the-scenes manipulation forces that can influence Japanese politics.If the M in Professor Xie's notebook is a friend of Masamune Tian Mu's, his identity will naturally be very different. The whole thing doesn't look so simple. There was still more than half of the notebook to be read, Ling Duyu's heart moved, he picked up the notebook, passed the spiral staircase on the side of the hall, walked up to the second floor of the duplex bungalow, and walked to the study in the south of the house. The area of ​​Ling Duyu's study is nearly 600 square feet. Several Chinese calligraphy and paintings are hung on the surrounding walls, and the rest are bookshelves full of books. He has always been proud of his extensive reading range, from literary history to the most cutting-edge scientific and technological astronomy, all of which are his interests.Through books, he came into contact with other great minds in the world, so that he continued to grow and expand in the field of knowledge. There are many books on linguistics on the bookshelf, and he has always believed that the only way to really learn about different national cultures is to learn the language that culture produces.Because language is a representative symbol of experience, for example, there are dozens of adjectives for snow in Eskimos.This reflects the experience of the Eskimos living in the world of ice and snow. Only by understanding their language can they truly understand their experience and culture. This is why Ling Duyu is committed to learning various languages.It also provided him with a lot of convenience to travel around the world. There is a large desk in the middle of the study, and there is a computer device next to the desk, which is Ling Duyu's most capable assistant, helping him in various researches. On the wall opposite the desk was a painted portrait of a bust of a lama with bright eyes and a dignified face.There is a line of Tibetan under the portrait. Ling Duyu stared at the portrait, saluted respectfully, and murmured: "Dad! Hello." Then he sat down in the swivel chair in front of the computer and started the computer. The computer screen lit up, and the word-jumping procedure of self-examination began. Ling Duyu pressed the button of the data transmitter. This device can send the data files in his mind to his private and secret computer data storage in the United States through the world's telecommunication network. It is a password that he himself knows, and Ling Duyu can easily obtain the information he stored anywhere in the world through any computer system with sufficient equipment. This is the best way to keep it secret. The computer entered an operable state, Ling Duyu keyed in a set of passwords, and the words "waiting for instructions" were displayed on the large screen of the transmitter. Ling Duyu opened the diary, started from the first page with the camera, and put it into the temporary memory of the computer one by one, and then sent it to the storage system thousands of miles away by the transmitter. I worked until two o'clock in the morning before I was done. I took the images of the entire notebook page by page into the computer, and then sent them to the remote security system.At the end of the notebook, Ling Duyu couldn't help cursing, and the last two pages were torn off. These two pages must be the most critical place for everything. Ling Duyu closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled slowly through his nostrils, his breathing was long and slow, with a strange rhythm, this was his daily practice before going to bed, and he never stopped since he knew how to do things.Within a few minutes, his spirit entered a state of calm and waveless, emptiness and stillness, slender and powerful breathing, and then turned into a faintly continuous, suddenly nostrils closed, mouth and nose breathing was cut off, and he entered the spirit of meditation and fetal breathing. level. In the practice of Tibetan secrets, there is a so-called "one breath is still alive, and the mind is not resting." The word "breathing" is composed of the upper "self" and the lower "heart". Only by abandoning the worldly heart can one enter the realm of Zen, so this fetal breath is a very important process.Ling Duyu has a very high level of cultivation in this area. At this time, his whole body is loose and numb, the air in his body is surging, and the spiritual platform is empty. At this moment, a sense of danger suddenly flooded Ling Duyu's quiet spiritual sense.This is a kind of ability that psychologists call "forest spirituality". For example, before an earthquake, wild animals will have many abnormal behaviors. Through their supernatural senses, they appear uneasy.The same is true for Ling Duyu. In addition to the material level, the human world also has a common spiritual level. Psychiatrists call it "universal consciousness". Only in dreams can one sense the existence of this spiritual level and have all kinds of weird and ominous dreams.But for people like Ling Duyu who have cultivated their minds for a long time, the sense of touch that ordinary people lack is as natural to them as breathing and walking.So although there is no difference or omen in this material world, Ling Duyu already feels a dangerous existence. Ling Duyu opened his eyes and started to breathe again. When his nostril breathing stopped, the breathing was carried out through the pores of his whole body. At this moment, the fetal breathing stopped, and his nostrils resumed normal operation. Ling Duyu looked at the portrait of a lama on the opposite wall, and cried in his heart: "Dad, did something terrible happen?" He had never seen the Lingda Lama in the painting, the most mysterious religion in Tibet, "Shang Tantra". "The thirty-sixth generation leader Living Buddha.Because when he was born, Lingda Lama entered the state of great joy "into death" nine months ago.He was born without a father.When Lingda Lama was ninety-eight years old, this living Buddha with the highest status did a miracle, that is, Ling Duyu's mother, a Chinese woman Ling Ya who came to pay homage to him from the United States, conceived his son. My child, Lama Lingda will sit down in three days.After he passed away, Ling Ya gave birth to Ling Duyu, who followed his mother's surname, and according to Lama Lingda's instructions, she left her son in Tibet to receive the most rigorous training; The United States accepts Western education. This is Ling Duyu's strange background. The sound of a car came from outside the duplex house. Ling Duyu's residence was located at the end of a private road. The sound of the car was 99% of the target was his residence. Ling Duyu turned off the computer.He picked up Professor Xie's notebook and put it in the bucket of the desk, then walked downstairs when the doorbell rang.