Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Eve

It is time to travel the Silk Road again.To be precise, it is the main part of the Silk Road in China: starting from Jiayuguan and ending in Kashgar, four thousand kilometers. A commercial activity, the other party is a certain functional beverage.One of the planners of the advertising company that undertook the event was a loyal reader of mine.The journey will be cut into a promotional video of a few minutes, which will be uploaded on the Internet at the time agreed with me, that is, the promotional period of my next new book, which is suitable for both.In addition, there are a few mentions in the new book.I reminded Miss Planner that I am a writer who writes about murder, and murderers need functional drinks, which can make them do those things with a fuller state and a more perverted spirit.As a result, the other party was unmoved, so I agreed, as long as I can guarantee my complete control over the world, why refuse this sum of money.It seems that some people can clearly see the essence of the world: evil is more powerful, what a sweet temptation.

"Teacher, please help us with a few Western Region culture lessons." The voice of the phone was soft and waxy, and I began to imagine her lips and neck vibrating slightly when she spoke. "I'm better at telling murder stories," I told her with a smile, rubbing my throat. Then it happened. This is two days before departure.I hung up the phone and turned on the computer.The computer starts to automatically kill the virus, which is set once a week.This is a rather lengthy process. The computer I bought when I first started writing has been around for nearly ten years, and it takes two minutes to turn on the computer with the top-level configuration.But this machine is born with an old and dark aura. The rectangular box hides countless murderous details. When I sat in front of it, it slowly buzzed and circled out from the metal gap.I hope it can stay with me for a while, at least another five years.

It is poisonous and stubborn, and the software pops up a line of prompts, asking me if I want to delete the file completely. I instinctively said "yes" and stopped. I have never seen this file. Of course, there are tens of millions of files in the computer, and I only recognize one ten thousandth of them.I don't need to know them, I just want them to work for me.But this file is hidden in a hidden folder, and the name of the folder is "memory". Obviously, a folder with such a name cannot be automatically generated by any software, and I don't remember ever creating such a folder and putting it in It is set to hidden.

something wrong. I found a blank USB flash drive that had been around for years, copied the "memory" into it, then set the USB flash drive to read-only, then started the anti-virus software again to safely delete it from the computer. Then I clicked on the "memory" in the U disk. There are five files in "memory", and the problem is a WORD document named "time".I turn it on. Time: 1994～1999.A memory that should be forgotten.I locked them up but still had the key.Don't look for it.Don't look for it.Don't look for it. That's all there is to it.

But it chills the spine a little bit. This is clearly my tone! 1994～1999? As anyone who knows me at all knows, I've had five years of memory loss.This may add to the mystery to my readers, who relish it and guess what I've been up to for the past five years. This is indeed quite legendary. The boy went out one day in the summer vacation of the first year of high school and never came back until he woke up under a locust tree by the Yulong River five years later.Since then, he has worked as a courier, doorman and book publisher. In 2003, "Gujing, Eyeballs, Teeth" full of western customs became the best-selling novel in China that year. It caused a sensation, and in turn finally established its position in China.Irony, but also in line with human nature.

Let me express people's speculation from the perspective of an outsider for a moment.The boy was regarded as a master by his readers before he reached middle age.He has a vicissitudes of life, wearing a pair of white gloves, like a forensic doctor who is ready to dissect a corpse anytime and anywhere. His temperament is sometimes reserved and sometimes outgoing, which can be called weird and elusive.Some bad critics said that his words and deeds were all for show, including the so-called five years of amnesia, which were all fabricated to add a mysterious halo to himself.It is also said that he often declared that only a murderer understands a murderer, and that perhaps he was a murderer to write such a vicious novel.Of course, more readers believe that the lost five years are crucial to his success in suspense novels. During those five years, he must have experienced bizarre adventures. The inspiration for each of his novels is the part of his subconscious mind. The memory is the result of a little bit of surging recovery.In short, everyone has to admit that he is a legend.

I'm still me. 1994～1999?This is exactly those five years! I took a look at the last modification date of the document: 2002.8.9. Documents are in chronological order, this is the oldest one, next is 2002.8.10.The file name is "In Jiayuguan". Click to open, prompt to enter a password. I stared at the screen for a while, typing one through eight.mistake.Entered "19761225" - my birthday, wrong.Reduce to six digits "761225", enter. Three to five thousand words, not too long, the length of a super short story.I read it all at once, stood up and lit a cigarette, then returned to the computer, and clicked on the third document "In Dunhuang".The password is required again, and it is entered as before, but it is wrong.

I entered a commonly used password - my email password.mistake. I laughed at myself. But did not continue to try. In the previously opened document was a novel titled "In Jiayuguan".A novel about murder, some without beginning and no end, but it is exciting, dripping, and murderous enough.Like I wrote it. It really looks like I wrote it. Of course there is a gap in my skill, but compared with me when I wrote "Ancient Well, Eyeball, Teeth", it is exactly the same. Well, I admit, if it weren't for the fact that I haven't written such a great novel, I can hardly tell the difference.Applause, that inexplicable paradox author is really talented.

Interestingly, in August 2002, I was writing the blockbuster "Ancient Well, Eyeball, Teeth". It's not a coincidence, and I don't believe in coincidences. I'm leaving in two days, and the first stop is Jiayuguan.Before I do that, I have to get rid of this shit that got into my computer at some point. But there is no rush.There is tension, there is relaxation, there is slowness and relaxation, this is the rhythm of my novels. It is also the rhythm of killing. I had a good night's sleep.Woke up at six the next day.I made myself an omelet and sausage, made a cup of hazelnut coffee with milk, took out a piece of A4 paper, and wrote on it all the numbers that might be passwords.

I wrote thirty-nine groups.Then turn on the computer and start to try one by one.