In the winter of 1963, it was snowing heavily in Leningrad.
Whenever the cold winter reigns over this white land again, in the vast white world, only the thick black color of the factory chimneys not far away cuts through the sky, looking into the distance in the wind and snow.
As the bus door opened, Kondelmir Kanukov was wrapped in a heavy woolen coat, and his felt hat was covered with snowflakes. He came to an old building, pushed open the door made of fir trees, lifted the heavy curtain, and the snowflakes melted into water and unknowingly wet the brim of his hat.
There are many historic buildings like this in Leningrad, but most of them have been properly repaired and maintained. Only the sanatorium in front of us still maintains its old appearance. Even the bullet holes in the outer wall have not been repaired. good.
It was a testimony to the tragic history that took place in the city below us decades ago. The German army besieged the city for 872 days. The Soviets survived, but 640,000 people died of hunger and cold, and more than 20,000 people died from German air raids and war.
This building on Nevsky Prospekt was also used as the ward center of the Leningrad Hospital during that period of history. It was not until the smoke completely dissipated that it was transformed into the current nursing home for veterans.
"Davarish, I'm here to see Dr. Leonid Rodtsov."
The waitress at the front desk didn't seem to have a good hearing. Kangjimeier spoke twice before picking up the phone at the front desk and confirming the visitor's information with the person opposite.
"In the second office on the third floor ahead, bring this guest list."
After saying this vaguely, the short-haired waitress fell into silence for a long time, looking at the dark stairs leading to the second floor at the end of the corridor.
Today, this building coexists the luxury that belonged to the Tsarist Russia and the current dilapidation, which makes Kangjimir suddenly have some exaggerated hallucinations. It seems that many old ladies shaking feather fans and holding up gauze skirts may come out of the building at any time. As they walked down the stairs, the heavy foundation could not cover the signs of aging, and the ruts of the times rolled over them mercilessly.
"Please come in."
Dr. Rodtsov was much younger than Kandelmir expected, so he hesitated for a few seconds after knocking on the door before saying hello to the doctor in front of him.
Dr. Rodtsov did not raise his head, but took out a medical record card from the drawer and confirmed the other party's identity again in a long tone.
"Are you - Kondemiel Kanukov, the grandson of Comrade Kardi Kanukov, Soviet combat hero and recipient of the Order of the Patriotic War? We have some relics of the old man to be handed over to you."
Kangjiemir took off his woolen coat and put it on the crook of his hand, and slowly sat in the chair opposite the doctor - under the sharp gaze of the other party, he always felt that the doctor in front of him was examining and diagnosing him.
"Doctor, my name is Kondel Kanukov. I came here after receiving your call this morning. I wonder what makes you so nervous?"
Kangjimeier looked at the other party in confusion, staring at the Red Banner of Labor on the chest of the white robe.
"Besides, my grandfather has passed away many years ago, and I have never received a notice. Maybe you can consider taking care of it yourself..."
But Dr. Rodtsov didn't listen.
This doctor, who is about to enter middle age, has a face as sharp as marble cutting, and his eyes are sparkling with will and quality. With just one glance, Conjemir can tell that he has never been like other people in the city. , eroded by alcohol and tobacco.
A black box was moved out from under the table. The numerous seals were obvious, and the box was covered with wear and scratches.
"Maybe I can answer your doubts. Due to his special status, all the relics of the old man after his death had to be reviewed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Later, the security function was taken over by the Security Committee, and the two sides had, um, some disputes because of the transfer... "
Some of what the doctor said slowly was enough to make Conjemir shudder.
The RM Commissariat of Internal Affairs is generally called the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the Security Committee is also called the KGB. I believe that no one here wants to have anything to do with these two departments.
"Doctor Rodtsov, I think it's better for you to keep the contents here..."
Kandelmir is still trying to convince the other party to accept his point of view. After all, he is just an ordinary college student at Leningrad State University. While majoring in economics, he is trying to study history and occasionally studies the history of some Far Eastern countries.
The black box was placed on the table, and Dr. Rodtsov also sat back and said in a calm tone: "Don't think too much, the contents inside have been thoroughly reviewed - today it is more The minds and eyes of most people on this street are much safer."
As the box opened, sheets of yellowed manuscript paper were revealed. The ink color on them did not fade over time, but was so shiny that it was eye-catching.
"In the final analysis, these are just the wild thoughts of some old people in their twilight years, and the recorded things are meaningless. If I could have arrived at this sanatorium a few years earlier, I would have definitely suggested that Mr. Cardi undergo a mental evaluation to avoid his long Hallucinations and delusions that may occur during the convalescing life.”
Kangjimeier took a piece of manuscript paper doubtfully and examined the familiar and unfamiliar handwriting on it. In the last few years of my grandfather's life, the only contact he had with his family was through letters.
This piece of paper contains a story with no beginning or end written in slightly scrawled handwriting. It seems to describe a fierce battle. The white bandits surrounded the troops from all directions, while the heroic political commissar led his men to ambush in the Gobi, waiting with bated breath. With the scarlet moonlight shining on the desert, that will be the moment when the counterattack comes.
Dr. Rodtsov said from a professional perspective: "I guess Mr. Cardi wanted to write an autobiography, but the severe mental hallucinations have affected his memory, so that there are many records in it that deviate from reality."
Kangjimeier picked up another piece of manuscript paper, which had a long section blacked out, and added some scrawled messages in small characters.
What is very strange is that the text above is sometimes not in Russian, but in a language that seems to be Tibetan.
"You may not know that your grandfather was once a political commissar of the secret operations department. Although these operational information has passed the confidentiality period, it will be censored and blocked for various reasons. Therefore, even if these manuscripts are just nonsense, they are not It may be published as a memoir and can only be left to the family as an emotional sustenance.”
Dr. Rodtsov seemed to be trying to persuade the young man in front of him to take away these materials, so he continued, "The old man once said before his death that he hoped to give these story manuscripts to his family, and the director of the sanatorium always remembered him. will."
Seeing the wind and snow outside the window getting more and more violent, it was definitely not a good choice to leave at this time.
Conjemir fell silent, staring at the manuscript in front of him carefully and lost in thought. There was a brief silence in the doctor's office.
"Doctor, what is this collection number 3394?"
Kangjimeier read the manuscript carefully and suddenly pointed to the place where the signature was written.
Dr. Rodtsov took the manuscript, glanced sideways at the quiet phone next to him, and whispered: "What your grandfather is talking about should be the skull specimen of the 'Black Monk', which is now secretly kept in a Peter the Great palace in Leningrad. In the building. Your grandfather made many requests to inspect the collection before he died, but the Ministry of Internal Affairs rejected all his requests."
Kangjimeier continued to read along this manuscript. He had read records in Eastern literature. In 1912, at the junction of Mongolia and Russia, a bandit known as the "Black Monk" suddenly appeared. He led hundreds of herdsmen to come uninvited and occupied the mountains in the Black Gobi as king.
In August 1912, the Black Monks survived the famous assault on the city. It is said that after the fierce fighting, the black monk took out a handful of deformed bullet casings from his clothes, and there were a total of 28 bullet holes in his coat, but he was unscathed.
The strange thing is that in 1924, this famous figure suddenly disappeared. No one could tell his whereabouts. His large number of people and the huge wealth he accumulated also disappeared.
According to Grandpa Cardi's records, the disappearance of this mysterious "black monk" is directly related to him.
The manuscript states that in 1924, the Mongo military police and the Soviet Union formed an expeditionary force, in which the Soviet war hero Kaldi Kanukov served as the instructor of the special operations team, and agent Nanzdebar served as the main executor. Interior Minister Baldandorj personally led 100 elite soldiers to carry out the cross-border assassination mission.
Along the way, the operating troops encountered an unprecedented black storm, and the livestock they carried became manic and irritable to varying degrees. Ominous phantoms were often seen wandering around, as if the black Gobi land was resisting these outsiders. .
All kinds of difficulties and obstacles on the road caused panic among the operating troops. Baledandorji, Minister of Interior of Mongo, told them the stories spread here more than once.
The locals refer to elders and eminent monks as "monks". In fact, the "black monk" Tenbi Gyaltsen has never studied Tantric Buddhism at all, and he is not an elder or eminent monk.
In the spring of 1912, Burdukov, a businessman from Bayit Banner, confirmed that the black monk had told him that he did not have any occult skills. What he relied on was that he had been to many places, especially in the Yamen of Yonghe Temple. Worked for one of the six great monks.
This statement has been confirmed in many aspects. Therefore, even though Denbi Gyaltsen was respectfully called Hutuktu by local leader Jeb Zumba, the people still called him the "black monk", and the black monk was a fake monk. mean.
He is known to kill everyone except the Mongo people, and even hunts down Soviet soldiers stranded in the Gobi - it is often said that this is the source of his magical powers.
At this point, Kaldi's records suddenly became extremely rich and detailed.
In view of the sleepiness and nervousness of the personnel and the attacks by bandits along the way, they decided to abandon their previous attack plan and disguised themselves as specially sent envoys. A large force was lurking outside the fortress on standby.
Agent Nanzdebar and two agents disguised as monks arrived at Bunker Mountain first. They told the sentry that they came from the Deribu monks in Kulun and wanted to see the Danbi monk. They also said that the Kulun government needed his cooperation and asked him to be the minister plenipotentiary.
In this way, they entered the fortress smoothly, and the black monk came out to meet them, but the bodyguards stayed around all day long. It was obvious that the black monk did not believe these people, and while dealing with the black monk, another bold plan began to be implemented.
Nanzdebal did not get up for two days and seemed to be dying. He asked for Hutuktu's blessing before he died. After receiving the request from Cullen's guest, the battle-experienced black monk actually relaxed his guard, came to the guest room alone, leaned over and touched the top of the dying "patient". At this moment, Nanzdebal took the opportunity to attack the black monk, then took the black monk's head and ate the black monk's heart, shouting to the black monk's men that he was dead.
As the siege outside the castle began, the Black Monk's men finally chose to surrender. In order to prevent the reincarnation of the black monk, they brought Denbi Gyaltsen's head back to the Soviet Union and kept it in an anthropology museum with the number 3394.
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"Your grandfather told this story repeatedly to the medical staff before he died."
Dr. Rodtsov seemed to have judged something from his expression, and suddenly said, "But as he went on, he added many horrifying details to his description. For example, Agent Nanzdebar's visit to Stalingrad in 1938 I once told him that when my knife penetrated the opponent's abdomen, a lot of wriggling tentacles flowed out along with the blood, and the black monk's face became hideous and terrifying, and a lot of black water flowed from his mouth."
"Agent Nanzdebar was afraid that he would attract the guards, so he immediately cut his trachea and continued to stab the tentacles trying to wrap around him with the knife. He heard the noise like a bellows on the black monk's chest that lasted for a long time, and someone was beaten to death outside the door. The agents guarding the door broke in, but they all fell to their knees."
Kangjimeier listened to this story with his jaw dropped, and sure enough, he found traces of additions to these stories from the scrawled writing on the manuscript paper that had been scrawled and deleted.
These handwritings seemed to be a helpless mess, with words here and there. If you didn't know the outline of the story in advance, you would never be able to piece together effective information from it.
"Doctor, do you think this story is true?"
Dr. Rodtsov tapped the paper with his pen.
"If it were me, I would think it was a nervous hallucination and some kind of special intestinal parasite. But these are not important, because the subsequent story is completely absurd, which is enough to prove that this is the old man's mental hallucination - what he said Agent Nanzdebar, who had been executed as early as 1936 during the purge movement, would never have appeared in Stalingrad in 1938."
But Conjemir raised a new question: "But doctor, there's something I can't figure out. Why did the agent eat the heart of the black monk?"
After saying this, Dr. Rodtsov also frowned deeply and rubbed his eyebrows.
"This may have some religious factors. In some Eastern witchcraft, eating the heart means devouring the other party's mana. As a monk with extraordinary mana, physical death is not the end of life, so there must be other ways to end it. "
Kangjimir murmured to himself, rubbing the manuscript paper unconsciously with his hands: "The death of the physical body is not the end of life. In eternity, even death will be annihilated..."
"Davarish, what are you talking about?"
Dr. Rodtsov waved his hand in front of his eyes and said to himself, "Regarding this, according to Mr. Kaldi, Nanzdebar once told him that the Black Monk's men rushed into the room at that time, cold and cold. The muzzle of the knife was also pressed against his head, but only one of the Black Monk's attendants picked up the knife, cut open the Black Monk's tattooed chest in full view of everyone, and couldn't wait to take out the bloody heart."
"The Mongo people in the room turned a blind eye and suddenly chanted strange chants, and their long sighs buzzed in the small room, which made people feel trance-like. Nanzdebal seemed to see the mutilated black monk's body again. He sat up, leaned over and appeared in the crowd, his mouth with four smashed teeth open, and he chanted sutras together piously and evilly."
"According to Nanzdebar's description, under some obscure influence in the air, he suddenly understood the source of everything. He began to struggle desperately, knocking the black monk's still slightly squirming heart to the ground. There were noisy shouts, noises, and gunshots all around, but he still took advantage of the chaos to grab the dirty heart, lying on the ground regardless, biting and swallowing the heart alive."
"Your grandfather also mentioned that Nanzdebal often talked to himself after that, faced the direction of the next door and fell into deep thought, and even inexplicably disappeared from the house for two days before walking back on his own - these things later It also became evidence that he was engaged in secret assassinations during the counter-revolutionary movement."
Kangjimir suddenly stood up, clenching his fists inexplicably, and looked at the doctor with piercing eyes: "I know, according to the local legend of reincarnation, people like that are called Hutuktu (big HF). ) guys all enjoy special authority!"
Rodtsov signaled the other party to calm down, and after the two sat back in their seats, they continued to confront Fan Fanhao.
"I thought that a college student like you would not be fooled by these supernatural and illogical remarks. But in this case, you should be able to understand why the people of the Security Committee have been reviewing it for so many years, right?"
Kanjimir was speechless for a moment.
He just unconsciously put himself into that environment and came to a conclusion that seemed to be the "most reasonable". All of this seemed to be attributed to the irrational religious atmosphere of group fanaticism and the absurd associations it produced. .
"Sorry doctor, I'm just a little curious. So what grandpa wrote can no longer be verified. The only thing left is this skull numbered 3394."
Kanjimir felt a little tight in his chest due to the heat in the room, and there was also a vague strange smell wafting from the radiator. This made him always want to open the window at all costs and let the cold wave coming from Siberia give him a sense of clarity.
Rodtsov said: "You don't need to think too much, everything you can think of has been investigated. Just a few years before your grandfather died, the geologist Professor Obruchev also visited him for his autobiography. He wants to find out some details."
"Oh? Does he believe what his grandfather said?"
"In fact, he didn't believe it at all. Professor Obruchev was also conducting archaeological excavations near the Black Gobi during that time in 1924. When he heard the news that the Black Monks had been annihilated, he rushed to the bunker as soon as possible, so it was also One of the witnesses of the incident - I just missed your grandfather and failed to meet him."
Dr. Rodtsov spoke slowly, and took out a hard-covered book from the bookshelf, with "The Desert of Central Asia" written in gold fonts on it.
"This is the book that the professor gave away after his visit. But the history he recorded, the whole story is completely opposite."
Opening the book, in the book "The Desert of Central Asia", another ending of the Black Monk is written:
[The protagonist returned to Tacheng from the archaeological work of Ejina Black City and happened to pass by the liberated Black Gobi. He made a special trip to visit the fortress in Mazong Mountain because when he left, the black monks asked them to buy some food for themselves in the agricultural area of the Ejina River, and the food was carried on the back of the camel. 】
[Black Monk once asked him for a book to relieve his boredom, and he also found this book among the cultural relics in the Black City. 】
[Knocking on the door of the fortress, an old man told them: Not long ago, the black monks robbed a caravan and got a large sum of money. They dismissed the tribe and took four friends to the Lama Temple to rescue their relatives. The camels at home , sheep, and goats, all left behind by the black monks. Obviously he thinks that the black monk will have to return to the Black Gobi sooner or later and continue to be a green forest hero. 】
[The protagonist listened to the old man's words, left the food, stayed for one night, and left early the next morning. The story of the Black Desert comes to an end. 】
"Doctor, is there something wrong with this story? There should be no doubt that the black monk was killed by my grandfather's team, right?"
Kangjimeier said in confusion.
Dr. Rodtsov was silent for a while, slowly closed the book of memories, and said with the same puzzlement: "Originally, specimen No. 3394 has explained everything, but Professor Obruchev is very sure that the black monk did not He didn’t die, and there is absolutely no cause and effect of the Black Monk’s death in his memoirs. He asked around to find your grandfather, just to find clues from the witnesses who are still alive—or to expose the lies of some deceivers.”
"When leaving the sanatorium, Professor Obruchev angrily called your grandfather a liar, and he would write a letter to report to the Supreme Council. Your grandfather was angry and silent, and his heart rate once soared to three times that of a normal person, almost to the point of Enter the rescue room. From that day on, your grandfather began to write down his memories repeatedly, as if he wanted to find gold in the sandcastle that was on the verge of collapse in front of the waves."
"I also talked about this matter with Professor Obruchev when he visited again - of course without telling your grandfather - the professor happily told me that he had found someone to return to the Black Gobi. The residents there told him that the black monk actually asked his adjutant to pretend to be him when he was assassinated that day, and he escaped on a fast horse, and then lived a nomadic life in the southern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains. There was also an old herdsman from Mazong Mountain, Bianba, who also said that in During the 1950s, there was an old homeless man who went around begging for food. Everyone said he was the black monk..."
"Oh, by the way, the actions of the Black Monk's men who cut off the face and dug out the heart made Professor Obruchev even more convinced that this was a coincidence and a lie for the sake of fame and fortune..."
Hearing this, Kangjimeier finally couldn't help but stood up and said to the doctor angrily: "No wonder my grandfather has been thinking about the collection of black monk skull specimens numbered 3394! Because that is the only thing that can prove his merits and honors! He is a fighting hero and should not be slandered like this before he dies!"
Dr. Rodtsov spread his hands helplessly and looked at the phone at hand again, as if expecting and wary of a call that shouldn't come.
"You have to know that Professor Obruchev is an academician of the Soviet Academy of Sciences and the honorary president of the Soviet Geographical Society. He has been awarded the Order of Lenin five times and provided the committee with a number of precious cultural relics, including a collection of cultural relics from the Black City of Ejina. Stuff. He was pretty sure the Black Monk had been there too and taken something - so the National Commission had to keep searching, and that search continued for ten years."
The gilded books on the table were extremely heavy, like a boulder pressing on Kangjiemir's chest. He wanted to ask, but when he opened his mouth, he could not speak.
Rodtsov's resolute face looked calm: "I believe in your grandfather, and I also believe that he killed the 'Black Monk' who was omnipotent in the eyes of the locals. But such a serious historical deviation is enough for everyone to be vigilant. Be careful of things that shouldn’t be mixed in.”
"But...but..."
Conjemir wanted to say something else.
"Sorry, I'm too nervous today. Even two years ago, I was so nervous when I performed appendix surgery on myself on the Antarctic scientific expedition team."
Perhaps in order to lighten the atmosphere, Dr. Rodtsov exhaled and said to Conjemir with a hint of joking, "You have to know that Antarctic scientific expeditions are not a pleasant memory. The explorers that have been devoured there are... There are enough to build a human ladder out of hell..."
The smell of the heating in the room became more and more obvious, and there was the sound of rattling carts passing by in the corridor outside the door, which reminded Kangjimeier of the cold morgue corpse truck--during the most tragic days of the Leningrad war, this The ancient building has never stopped hearing such sounds.
There was a faint smell of antiseptic potion in the air, and some kind of fear was clenching his heart. Even though the wind and snow in Leningrad outside the window became more violent and swept in, covering the sky and the sun, Kangjimir was incomparable. I have a strong desire to leave here.
He seemed to have spent only five minutes here, and it seemed like he had spent an entire day and night.
"Doctor, if everything is okay...I have to leave first."
Kangjiemir looked at his watch nervously, packed up the woolen coat in his hand, decided to leave, and his eyes fell on the coat rack by the door.
Dr. Rodtsov had no intention of stopping him. He put the manuscript into the black box and sealed it. He sighed slowly and said, "Be careful on the road. Students like you are the future of the Soviet Union. When I see you today, let me Thinking of my relatives on the island..."
Kandelmire asked in confusion: "Your family lives on Kronstadt Island?"
This small island is at the eastern end of the Gulf of Finland, only 29 kilometers east of Leningrad. It has been built as an important port fortress and satellite city. "Isn't that where the fleet is?"
Dr. Rodtsov shook his head: "No, they are on an island farther away. I haven't been back home for many years."
Kandelmir fell silent in confusion, because he found that Dr. Rodtsov had opened the box that had been sealed just now, and was about to put another brown envelope with the wax seal opened.
"Doctor, what is that in your hand?"
"A souvenir. In addition to handing over cultural relics, Professor Obruchev also gave me a small oriental gift. I plan to give it to you as a small effort to resolve the conflict between your two families. He happened to tell me what was inside story."
Dr. Rodtsov opened the envelope and revealed a very finely developed photo. Through the hazy black and white tones, you can also tell that there is a strange oriental statue on it. The Buddha from ancient India has two bodies in one body, but holds two heads that share a neck. They stare at each side silently, with their lips tightly closed in a line. , the gesture appears quiet and profound.
"This is an ancient statue. Legend has it that this is the peculiar appearance that Buddha Sakyamuni showed when he came to Sarnath to explain Buddhism to the five followers sent by the king's father after his enlightenment and was transformed into a monk for the first time."
"Five followers asked the Buddha what the world would be like after enlightenment. The Buddha told the five people that when he was enlightened, he really opened his eyes and took a look into the depths of infinite darkness. But like this, he seemed to be seeing but not seeing. , the chaotic abyss of the entire universe has already submerged him. At first glance, he was dead, but at second glance, he came back to life, standing here to teach them the Dharma."
"In order to persuade five monks to become ordained, the Buddha revealed his twin heads for the first time. One side turned into crystal clear white bones, which symbolized the clean soul, and the other side showed the tragic appearance of a disembowelled intestine, symbolizing that he could be ready at any time. Abandoned body.”
"The five followers went crazy on the spot and recovered immediately. The Buddha took out an extremely precious orb from his belly, threw it into the air, and said to the only five monks in the world..."
"Remember, this is a treasure that all monks must live up to in the past, present and future."
"Monk Treasure..."
Conjemir looked at the doctor in a daze, and a strange oriental word came out of his mouth. He seemed to hear the implication of the doctor's words, so he stood at the door holding the box, wanting to continue asking questions, but also hesitantly wanting to leave immediately.
"The treasure that everyone wants must be something very precious..."
Kangjimeier finally asked.
Dr. Rodtsov showed a mysterious smile and took out another photo.
"The treasure has disappeared. Professor Obruchev found an opened stone box in the Black City of Ejina, which was supposed to contain the treasure left by the Buddha. But the complicated history is as insignificant as the yellow sand in the sky. He could only follow the traces one by one, it might be the black monks, it might be the Mongols, it might be the Uighurs, or it might be the Chinese who have radiated there through the ages."
Dr. Rodtsov took off his white coat and put on casual clothes that seemed to be prepared for getting off work. "In the Black City of Ejina, Professor Obruchev found a deliberately left name. He suspected that the other party was from the 18th century. The ancient ruler of this land was Amursana, or someone of his contemporaries."
"What's interesting is that this stone box was not supposed to exist here originally. The other party deliberately put the stone box into this ancient city just to tell the treasure hunters that the treasure had been lost long ago and there was no hope of finding it again. "
Kangjimeier asked in confusion: "Who is the other person? Why did he do this?"
Rodtsov shook his head and placed the photo in front of him.
"Even if all this makes no sense at all, this stone box is consistent with the chemical dating of the inscriptions in the Black City. What is left on it is not the Arabic letters on the Silk Road, nor the Slavs characters of the early Tsarist Russian expedition, but a string of sharp objects carved on it. Weird Latin letters.”
"Professor Obruchev has studied it for a long time and can only guess that this is a personal name. There is no other meaning or clue."
Kangjimeier looked at the old and dim photo. With his English foundation in economics studies, he quickly identified the strange string of characters. They were the copperplate fonts that should have only taken off in Europe in the mid-eighteenth century.
——Tyrael.
Kangjiemir was still speechless, staring blankly at the photo, clenching his fists unconsciously, and a kind of pain that alternated between confusion and confusion overwhelmed him, giving him the hallucination of suffocation.
The answer seemed to be right in front of him, but he couldn't figure it out no matter what.
Rodtsov sat in his seat and seemed to have thought for a long time before speaking softly.
"Besides, the people involved in this trivial conflict are probably missing the point."
"The point?"
"Yes, that's the point."
Rodtsov nodded heavily and placed his fingers heavily on the footer of the manuscript paper just now.
"Have you ever thought carefully about the fact that compared to the tactical goal of killing a specific person, your grandfather, as a soldier, has actually accomplished the strategic goal - the Black Monk, whether he is dead or alive, in these decades It never made any waves again.”
Kangjiemir finally showed some understanding in his confused eyes, and he said hesitantly.
"Is that so? Does everyone actually know it?"
"It should be so."
Rodtsov continued: "The reason why it caused another stir is just because this 'ghost' who has been dead for decades has caused some minor disturbing phenomena and attracted everyone's attention. If you think about it carefully, The Black Monk's head was made into a specimen, and was such high-level treatment really just to prevent his 'reincarnation'?"
Rodtsov continued pointedly, "You must know that throughout the 1920s, the Soviet Union only permanently preserved the remains of two people. One was the head of the Black Monk, and the other..."
The doctor suddenly stopped talking.
But both his and Kangjiemir's gazes rippled invariably, and finally slowly and carefully landed on the portrait high on the side wall of the room, their lips pursed so tightly that there was no trace of blood.
"You have to know that this is absolutely impossible! In every sense!"
Kangjiemir gritted his teeth and said with a weak but firm voice, "Not only is this absolutely impossible, but this possibility is also not allowed to happen!"
Rodtsov spread his hands again and looked at the unusually quiet phone on the table - there was still nothing strange.
"God is dead. Tell me, who will allow it now? Who will carry it? Who will decide whether it exists or not?"
Dr. Rodtsov's expression became more and more mysterious, and the clicking sound of the clock in the room continued one after another, as if it was going faster and faster, and was about to overturn the boat carrying them in time, and quickly fall into the chaotic and disorderly ocean bottom.
The vague fear of ghosts became more and more prominent in Kangjimeier's mind, and a series of indescribable terrifying questions emerged in his mind.
From an artistic point of view, if the spiritual body projected by the human mind is grotesquely distorted, then how can we use a clear narrative to express - or describe - this kind of distortion created by malevolence and chaos? What about the ghost that swells like a malevolent cloud?
It is a natural pathology in itself.
Furthermore, if a dead, nightmarish hybrid monster used its brain to project its spirit body, wouldn't that cloud-like horror be indescribable and make people scream?
"In this era of rapid change, try not to be surprised by anything. The Earth Telescope Project has been secretly launched, and experiments in space have also discovered the same flipping phenomenon. You have to know that this means that everything is changing..."
Finally, at this moment, the phone suddenly rang, making the whole world shake with such noise. The bakelite phone collided with the desktop files and the old black box, making people's scalp numb instantly.
The doctor answered the phone with a steady tone.
"it's me……"
"There are still guests now..."
"Okay...come here..."
Kangjimir suddenly woke up. He no longer cared about carrying the mysterious black wooden box in front of him. He quickly put on his coat and hat, determined to rush out of this ancient and terrifying Byzantine building at all costs.
However, he accidentally kicked his boot on the black wooden box, and the bright ink on the flying manuscript paper blocked his sight. Kangjiemir's head hit the door frame hard first, and then a smell of blood filled his nose and mouth, and he could only Dizzy, he squatted against the wall.
The heavy wooden door suddenly opened, and a strong smell of antiseptic liquid floated into the room. The sudden encounter between the indoor heating and the cold wind in the corridor made Kondemiel Kanukov's glasses full of water mist and became blurry.
In his extremely confused vision, Kandelmir saw Dr. Rodtsov turning around in the distance, smiling and waving, and said in a low and hoarse voice.
"Good evening, Cardi, Nanzdebar. And you..."
"Vladimir."
