Chapter 534 Ancient Memory

"What's weird?" Hao Ren looked at the small wooden box in Vivian's hand curiously. It had a black-red luster and had European-style fine carvings from three hundred years ago. Due to its age, some tiny details could be seen on the edge of the wooden box. It has cracks, but other than that it is not much different from an ordinary jewelry box from that era. "Perhaps this was the only valuable thing you had back then, so I gave it to myself seriously."

"I am poor, but I don't really care about these precious things," Vivian opened the small wooden box and muttered to herself as she looked at the velvet lining inside, "What I have always cared about most is filling my stomach. …What’s so strange about this box?”

As she said that, she put the box under her nose and smelled: "There is a slight smell of blood. It is my own blood. It should be left as a mark, but it has been three hundred years and the smell has become a little thin. Box The runes inside don’t have any special information.”

Hao Ren took the box and shook it slightly, and suddenly an idea came to him: "Maybe there is a mezzanine inside... Why don't you take it apart and take a look?"

Vivian was a little hesitant. In fact, she had this idea when she first got this box a few days ago, but she was so entangled that she was still reluctant to actually open the box: after all, this thing looked quite beautiful. After frowning and fighting with herself for a long time, she finally nodded gently: "That's right... leaving it like this is not an option. Be careful when you start, and try not to damage the board. Maybe it can be repaired by then." "

Hao Ren curled her lips, thinking that she had indeed come from a poor life. Although she said she didn't care much about expensive things, she still felt distressed when the time came.

Hao Ren placed the small wooden box on the table and took out a small carving knife and screwdriver to pry the wooden boards around the box. He was very careful when doing so, not because he was afraid of damaging the box, but because he was worried about damaging the possible layers inside the box. . After removing a few boards he discovered something.

The box's thick bottom lid is hollow.

"There is something really hidden?" Vivian was surprised, then she stretched out her fingernails, dug into the cracks in the bottom cover of the box, and pulled out a corner of yellow-white satin-like fabric. Along with this piece of cloth, a blood-colored crystal that was less than the size of a thumb and only a few millimeters thick fell out.

Hao Ren watched all this with anticipation, and suddenly felt that this process was like a magical story: finding the interlayer from an ancient jewelry box three centuries ago, which contained the secret knowledge left by the witch, and the safekeeping of the jewelry box. The reporter is an immortal who has lived for more than three hundred years, and the place where the box was unpacked was still in the basement... The whole process seemed to be quite high-end except for the fact that the witch herself was a poor bat spirit.

Vivian carefully unfolded the "cloth" made of strange material and found that it was unexpectedly thin and tough. It seemed that the material was far beyond the reach of ancient human textile technology. After it was unfolded, it was nearly three feet square. The upper third of the area was densely written with dark red "paint", and the rest of the area was painted with some simple pictures. There was also a large blank area, which seemed to It is prepared for future use.

"This is... a fabric used by the Egyptian pantheon. I remember that Horus once gave me some such things and asked me to help him cure a plague." Vivian looked at the three-foot-square "silk" Thoughtfully, "These fabrics cannot be made by humans back then."

Hao Ren found that the color of the writing on the cloth was a bit strange, with different shades. It seemed that it was not written at once, but intermittent notes left in many different eras: "Did you write this?"

"It's my handwriting, and the writing material is my blood, otherwise they wouldn't have been preserved for so long." Vivian struggled to identify the logical order of these messages. "...My writing back then was really ugly, and it was all covered in It’s an ancient text, and no one should be able to understand it now.”

Hao Ren: "..."

"This is the beginning," Vivian pointed to a corner of the fabric and read out slowly, "...'Some records were lost and disappeared with the memory. There is no trace of them anymore. I can't even clearly know myself. What is missing? It is unreliable to keep records in a dormant place or bury them, leaving them unattended. They may be destroyed by changes in the natural environment, and I may not still remember these things after I wake up. I should take advantage of this opportunity. Before everything is lost, I will make a copy of them again and keep them in the hands of reliable servants, or let them enter the museum of mankind. Even if I forget these things again, they will at least still be preserved, and there is a chance of seeing the light of day again. Chances are good. of.'"

Hao Ren frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It should be about preserving these manuscripts. It seems that I have also preserved other similar messages, and I often save and copy them, but every time I wake up from a deep sleep, I find that part of the manuscript is missing," Vivian said according to her own He was used to reasoning about what happened back then, "It seems that I tried putting them next to me before falling asleep and burying them underground, but in the end I found that if no one looked at these manuscripts, there would always be problems, so I finally chose to put them away Give them to servants, or induce human archaeologists to put them in museums."

Vivian nodded at the end: "Well, although humans have a short lifespan, their inheritance is more reliable than the lifespan of aliens, at least... more reliable than my brain. It seems that inducing things into the human archaeological system is a A great way to preserve relics.”

Hao Ren chuckled: "That's now. It wouldn't have happened in ancient times. What if you were to encounter the burning of books and the burning of the Library of Alexandria?"

Vivian curled her lips: "I have seen the fire in the Library of Alexandria, but burning books to enslave scholars is definitely not as serious as later generations said. When Ying Zheng burned books, he basically kept a copy, and he did not burn only one copy - —hidden directly in his library."

Hao Ren: "...Then let's continue reading your last words... Oh no, leave a message."

Vivian lay on the table and tried to distinguish the ancient characters written a hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, or even nearly ten thousand years ago. The symbols used on them are no longer known to anyone today. They are even primitive characters and even hieroglyphs from the origin of mankind. There are even mysterious texts that have never appeared in human history. Only Vivian can remember which tribe or which pantheon they come from. Of course, they also include a small part of Laita runes, but Laita runes are not Not suitable for taking notes, so this part contains very little content. Vivian knew the meaning of these words, but she couldn't tell where they originated from - it could be said that this was a secret letter that only one person in the world could decipher, if it really reached the hands of human archaeologists. , I don’t know how much of a sensation it will cause.

But it is destined not to fall into the hands of those experts. Now only its writers are struggling to recall the meaning of those words and decipher them intermittently:

“…The following contents are copied from other old manuscripts and recalled, and may not be accurate, and the early years cannot be recalled.

"...waking up in a wasteland, where the sun rises is a large beach, and where the sun sets is a mountain range. The long-term ice sheet has receded, the earth seems to be recovering, and breathing becomes more comfortable. Toward the direction of the warm wind Walking, you can see grasslands and trees that are turning green. Among the stones, you can see human settlements. They have survived the freezing season and are hunting. I was regarded as a goddess and received food offerings. I began to regain my strength...

"...The seasons changed two hundred times, and the tribe began to fear my longevity and power, so they left. Heading towards the direction where the sun sets, over the mountains, flying over a very vast place, seeing white towers and palaces, This is beyond human skill, and perhaps people like me inhabit it.

"The people in the tower didn't welcome me, so they left. I met Amon and Osiris in the wilderness. They were heading to a place with a big river flowing through them and invited me to accompany them. But sleep came over me and they needed to find a place to sleep. place. Moreover, I have been feeling irritable recently, and I have already had an inexplicable fight with someone once. It is best not to continue walking with others.

"Find a stable cave, set up defenses, and prepare to sleep. The last night is the full moon, the moon is bright, but I have no energy to look at it."

"... I woke up in the cave, it was cold, and it was snowing outside. I hope it won't be that long freezing season again. Traces of human settlements were found outside the cave, and there were some abandoned stone houses and tools. It seemed that I was sleeping During this period, a tribe or a small kingdom appeared here. This time, we continued to move in the direction of the setting sun... We found a large plain and a large-scale human settlement. Their vitality is really tenacious.

"My physical strength began to recover again, and the feeling of weakness after sleeping had receded. As I headed towards the direction where the cold wind blew, I began to recall more things about my own strength on the way, which seemed to be a good sign. I met Zeus and Hercules who were quarrying in the mountains. La, is an interesting couple. They seem to be planning to raise a group of humans in captivity, but they don't know how they will go about it.

"My physical strength recovered quickly, and I seemed to be back to my prime. I easily defeated a group of ferocious beasts and dead bones in the battle. But after that, there was a weird anger that couldn't go away. It seemed that those beasts and the master behind them belonged to me. Enemy. Probably related to some lost memories... My strength continued to increase, and I finally took action to eliminate the Lord of the Bones who invaded the territory. My anger subsided slightly, but sleepiness came over me. I needed to find a place to sleep, and this time I chose the mountain. .”

Vivian added her own speculation while translating: "The first time it was said to be the post-glacial period or later, the second time seems to be seven or eight thousand years ago...Zeus had not yet created Olympus. , he didn’t really pay attention to the human kingdom until thousands of years after that.”

"This seems to be a diary of every time you wake up and fall asleep," Hao Ren frowned, "Why are you recording these?"

Vivian shook her head: "I don't know... I can only keep reading."