Xinjiang, one night in 2004, was eerily quiet. On the Bogda Peak, the highest peak in the Tianshan Mountains, there is a trace of restlessness in the silence. Plants are growing, bugs are wriggling in the soil, and some people are doing a dangerous thing.But at this moment, "Ah—" a cry, the peaceful mountain forest jumped up, and everything in the night was awakened. 53-year-old Zou Yu escaped from a very hidden cave. Because the fallen leaves in the forest are too thick, some have rotted into black mud, and it is difficult to pull out his feet, so Zou Yu tripped and fell to the ground without taking a few steps. .

"No, I can't just die like this, Xinhong, you must find the answer to this mystery..." After Zou Yu fell to the ground, he didn't get up again.There are two tiny red spots on his left hand, and his breathing has gradually weakened at this moment, and he has no extra strength at all. In the dense forest, frightened birds chirped in a panic, and a large flock rushed into the sky, and a large black shadow covered the moonlight.Zou Yu looked at the dark sky in despair, thinking, he is doomed this time, but unfortunately he didn't find that thing, and no one knew he came here!

"My child, Xinhong, it's all my cowardice's fault. I can't let you live this life in vain without knowing who you are!" Zou Yu cried in his heart. With a pen, I scribbled a sentence on a black booklet: "Jin Wei, if God opens his eyes and you see these lines, for the sake of my raising you for more than ten years, I hope you don't... ..." Before Zou Yu finished writing the rest of the sentence, he kicked his legs and lost his breath.No one knows that in the mountains and forests of Bogda Peak, a person has left the world.The black booklet closed itself under the blowing of the mountain wind, as if everything had its own will.Gradually, Zou Yu's body turned crimson red. In the dark mountain forest, bursts of red light flashed, so dazzling.

However, for thousands of years, Zou Yu turned out to be the first person to enter this forest! Three years later, Beijing Hechi Museum, backyard. My name is Chen Jinwei. I have been working in the Hechi Museum for three years, but I have done nothing. I don’t even know what I am doing now.Generally speaking, I am a person who specializes in dealing with cultural relics seized from traffickers. This position does not make much money in the museum, and it is a day to day life.I can only do odd jobs in the backyard. After all, I am also a college graduate, and I am really reconciled to being reduced to this point.

"Jin Wei, a batch of things came to the museum, come and take a look!" A good-looking young man came in and called me, with a flustered look on his face. This young man is called Zou Xinhong. He is my roommate and my friend since I was a child. Because of financial problems, we had to share the same room.My parents work in a dilapidated museum in Hebei, and Zou Xinhong's parents are their colleagues.When I was ten years old, my parents said that I would go to another place to do academic research, but who knew they would never come back.At that time, relatives pushed one by one for who would take care of me. In the end, Zou Xinhong's father couldn't see it, so he took me into his home to take care of me.In the past ten years, Uncle Zou has taken great care of me, and I have long regarded him as my father.However, three years ago, Uncle Zou also disappeared mysteriously, and no one knew where he went.

Xinhong has been tracking Uncle Zou's whereabouts for the past three years, but to no avail.For three years, even the police gave up on the investigation, but Xinhong never gave up.Sometimes, I really admire his perseverance. "Whether you come or not is a matter of Dad!" Xinhong was very anxious. As soon as I heard it, I jumped up. Could it be that I have found Uncle Zou? He has not heard from him for three years. Could it be that he has lost his memory?Full of doubts, I followed Xinhong to an old banyan tree in the backyard, where some ancient objects were placed.These ancient relics are cultural relics that have just been accepted by the museum after completing the formalities. These cultural relics are all collected from the dealers.Every time we receive these things, the museum will put them under the old banyan tree, and then let us sort them into categories.

I thought to myself, Xinhong must be out of his mind. Although Uncle Zou has been missing for three years, he will not become these fragmentary ancient relics.Seeing that I didn't believe it, Xinhong pulled me closer to have a look, but I didn't find anything of value.These things are thrown on the street and no one picks them up, and the people in the museum are really getting more and more blind. "Look at this!" Xinhong said solemnly, picking up a dilapidated notebook with gloves on. "You're not mistaken, no matter how shabby this notebook is, it can't be an antique. You think I only have one eye?" I said angrily. Eyes are too lazy to open.

"Don't worry, the key is the contents of the notebook!" Xinhong said and opened the notebook. I thought to myself, could there be a treasure map painted on it? Life is so hard these days, if such a good thing really happened to me, I would quit my job right away.The notebook in Xinhong's hand was covered with mud and had a rancid smell, and the paper in the notebook was yellow and black.There was only one line of writing written on a piece of paper in the notebook, and the handwriting was so familiar, I knew it was Uncle Zou's handwriting! On the yellow and black paper of the notebook, it was written crookedly, "Jin Wei, if God opens his eyes and you see these lines, for the sake of my raising you for more than ten years, I hope you don't..."

I felt a little dizzy. I couldn't understand this sentence. How could Uncle Zou write such a sentence?Uncle Zou has raised me for more than ten years. I will definitely not do anything bad to him, but from this sentence, he seems to be very afraid that I will do something that will endanger him or others. . "Where did this thing come from?" I asked nervously, lest Xinhong suspect that I had killed Uncle Zou. "According to the dealer's account, it was obtained from Xinjiang." Xinhong replied, looking at him like that, he really doubted me. "Don't look at me like that, I've never done anything harmful." I was a little guilty, but I really didn't do anything bad.

"Hey..." Xinhong sighed and didn't answer me.He has been looking for his father for three years, and seeing this notebook now, he thinks Uncle Zou may have died somewhere in Xinjiang.I don't have his courage. My parents have been missing for more than ten years, and I never took the initiative to look for them, because I was afraid of knowing the unwanted results. Coincidentally, the Hechi Museum announced that it would be closed for two weeks in the afternoon, because it was going to be renovated, so everyone was on holiday.At night, Xinhong actually decided to go to Xinjiang to lie down the next day. As soon as I heard him say that, I voted against it immediately, although the vote was useless.

"You also heard today, the dealer brought things out from Tianshan Mountain, and I heard that the forest is not clean!" I tried my best to persuade. "So what, are you afraid?" Xinhong provoked me deliberately. "What am I afraid of? At most it's a haunted legend. It's better to have a female ghost. I haven't touched a woman's hand yet!" The female ghost is either beautiful or ugly!" "Then pack your things quickly." Xinhong didn't like to joke, and lowered his head to pack his luggage. Today, through various channels, we finally found out that those things were dug out from the forest of Bogda Peak in Tianshan by a lumberjack in Xinjiang.Uncle Zou is an archaeologist, so there are some fragments of ancient jade on his body, of course they were obtained through legitimate channels.At that time, there were strange noises in the forest, and the lumberjack was too frightened to see what was brought out, so he ran out.The lumberjacks knew one or two resellers of cultural relics, so they threw all the relics they dug up to dealers in Xinjiang, and then they went all the way and sold them to Beijing. However, according to the dealer, these things were taken from a decayed corpse. He thought it was an ancient corpse, and he didn't notice that there were products of modern civilization in it.The dealer was an antique from a dealer in Xinjiang, so he didn't know much about it. I only heard that there was a corpse in the black mud of the forest, all red, so red that it was terrible.We've dealt with so many antiquities that we've never heard of an ancient corpse turning red.The notebook was taken from that strange red corpse. Could it be that that red corpse is Uncle Zou? The businessman also said that Xinjiang businessmen thought that the dense forests of the Tianshan Mountains contained valuable ancient relics, so they gathered some people to search for them in the forest, but those people went like yellow cranes.The Xinjiang trafficker didn't go into the forest at that time, he just stayed outside, but three days later, no one came out of the forest.Forced to do so, he went down the mountain, but he never saw that group of people again. When I thought of this, I trembled all over, anticipating that this trip would not be easy.Uncle Zou has raised me for more than ten years. He is already my father. Now that I finally found some clues, of course I have to go and find out.Helplessly, Xinhong didn't want the police to intervene. First, it was difficult to file a case, and a broken notebook alone was not enough to be trusted. Second, what was written in the notebook seemed to be against me. Xinhong was worried that I would be implicated, so he just Not advertised everywhere.However, I asked myself, I have never done anything harmful to nature, why Uncle Zou wrote this, then I don't know. The next morning, the two of us rushed to Urumqi in Xinjiang, but what awaited us was a nightmare.