He looked carefully at the title of the file.
"Purple Mountain..."
As a rising star, young people have also heard about the Zishan Incident that shocked the world in the last century.
Most of the unclear content in outsiders' mouths are rumors that a certain ruling bench has achieved nothing. As the successor of the Old Fool, the content he came into contact with was far more thrilling than some rumors.
That's not a failure in a personal sense.
But a complete folly.
The young man suppressed the strangeness in his heart, turned around calmly, and looked at Director Tao beside him: "I am indeed qualified to solve it, but I need to know the reason."
"What's going on in the East China Sea that would involve Zishan, and would it require calling on such a high-level agent?"
Director Tao nodded to Director Song, who stood up with a solemn expression, knowing that it was his time to take the stage.
After being informed of the cause and effect, and with the supporting evidence of some information along the way, the members of the jury quickly understood the reason why Donghai wanted to unlock the file, and they all whispered to each other.
"There's nothing to discuss."
At this time, "The Fool" shook his head, and his hands were already moving quickly on the keyboard: "Now that the matter is in front of us, whether it is true or false, it is our responsibility to deal with it."
"But, you don't have to at all..."
Someone spoke, and his words indicated that it was inappropriate to unlock the file on the spot.
But the young man didn't care: "Since it's a file, it's for people to see. They are all people who do things. Why can the tribunal see it but you can't?"
"In the name of the tribunal, I allow you to know."
[Welcome, Mr. "Jian Weilan". 】
As he spoke, he had already logged into his internal account, found the red file again, easily unlocked it, and disclosed the internal records that had been sealed for many years to the "world" for the first time.
[ID "The Fool"
——The file has been successfully unlocked]
Large pieces of graphic information, in the form of a written report, are arranged in a criss-cross pattern.
It was obviously just a black-and-white record, paired with some ridiculous hand-drawings, but it made everyone present feel their hair stand on end.
["I am Shi Cheng, one of the initiators of the Zishan Survey in 1984, and also the deputy captain of this scientific expedition."
"This mission is to pass through Yinlongkou, cross the tributaries of the Rixi River, cross the uninhabited boundary between several major mountains, and explore the center of Zishan - the magical realm known as the 'Nine Nethers' by the predecessors."
"The plan is progressing as scheduled."
"Only on the third day, a thick fog silently enveloped the entire Hidden Dragon Pass. Our equipment completely failed. Forced by helplessness, the captain decided to camp temporarily and wait for the fog to dissipate."
"It's just that the weather is not going as we want. After waiting for several days, the fog shows no sign of disappearing. At the same time, what we were most worried about also happened..."
"On the sixth day, two teammates went out to collect firewood but never came back."
"The forest is not far from our station. Logically speaking, this kind of thing shouldn't happen to two people who often go back and forth... But the matter has come to this, and the worst case scenario has indeed happened."
"We found the wooded area and searched as much of the area as we could."
"Nothing."
"We should have guessed."
"In this way, I returned to the camp in a shabby state. Just as I was about to sigh at the impermanence of the world, I asked what was for dinner. I didn't want it to be compressed biscuits... 'It would be better if it was beef and potatoes...'"
"That's what I was thinking, but suddenly I realized that I was the only one in the entire camp."
"..."
"Damn it, I don't understand whether I lost them or they lost me!"
"But luckily, there's still a campground. 'Let's wait for them here,' I thought."
"On the seventh day, no one came back."
"On the eighth day, still no one came back."
"ninth day……
"the eleventh day."
"Patience finally couldn't bear the long loneliness. I took some resources and returned to the woodland I had been to, hoping to find clues to everyone's whereabouts."
"The woodland is as calm as ever, without any traces of human activity. I was disappointed, and my mood almost fell to an unprecedented low, but at this moment..."
"There was a faint whistle coming from the side."
"'Whistle? Is it a train? Why is there such a thing in the Purple Mountain?', with this mentality, I moved forward in an unknown direction."
"The fog dissipated and the vision suddenly became clear."
"The endless stone beach stretches from my feet to the sky, and the railroad tracks extend in front of me, heading towards the unknown direction."
"A creeping coldness invaded my body, making me shiver uncontrollably."
"In this land of nine secluded places, there is no grass growing on the mountains, no peaks reaching into the sky, no visitors on the ridges, no clouds in the caves, no flowing water in the streams..."
"At this moment, I truly understood that I had come to an unknown route and was about to head towards the country of the dead."]
Shang Weilan paused browsing and waved his hand.
Beside, a group of people couldn't suppress their discussions. They obviously have a lot of ideas about the various information that appears on the files.
"Railway...railway!"
Someone murmured to themselves: "Isn't this the line that connects us to the East China Sea? The railway is the line, and the whistle... is it a train? Pocket, is it a train?"
Someone immediately objected: "Hades uses trains to transport dead souls. Are you kidding me?"
"Is it possible that the wandering world has a shape?" Some people also asked the old scholar to confirm, but the other party was obviously touched by the blind spot of knowledge and could not answer.
"Everyone, please stop for a moment."
When everyone was arguing, a voice suddenly sounded. Everyone looked at the sound and found that the speaker was the playwright named Wei Le who was in the accompanying team.
At this time, he stood up from his seat with a serious look on his face and started talking: "I wonder if you have ever heard of a saying, 'God closes the door for you, but opens the window for you'?"
"certainly."
Director Tao looked confused: "So, what do you want to say?"
Wei Le raised an index finger and shook it: "Of course I don't want to say this, but I want everyone to think about a question, why does God close your door?"
"?"
Everyone looked confused.
Why would God close the door on me?
What is this?
Wei Le obviously noticed the confusion of the others and muttered: "Why don't you have any sense of drama..."
“The reason why God closes the door on you is that he doesn’t want you to go outside.”
"What's out there?"
Wei Le opened his hands and listed them one by one: "Nature, practice, truth, knowledge... everything is enough to change every aspect of your personality."
"Okay, so now that the door is closed, how can she satisfy you?"
A strange smile appeared on Wei Le's face: "Open the window, a window where you can only see her forever, worship her, love her, worship her, praise her, and get all the empty sustenance.
"You have become insignificant, but you still think you are satisfied."
Shang Weilan looked at this usually unconventional playwright with interest, and was a little surprised by the other party's irrational nature, and smiled: "So, what should we do now?"
I saw Wei Le clearing his throat and saying seriously: "Exploring the unknown is destined to overthrow something and change something. Don't let the existing things limit your thinking.
"They should not be cold stones, but flexible doors. Find the right way to use them and open the way to the truth."
