Looking for Traces in Shushan

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas" has been laughed at as a myth for three thousand years. But the more Jiang Heng read, the colder he became - that was not a myth, it was an instruction manual that no one could understand. He posted late at night. Sixteen minutes later, it became a hot search topic out of thin air: there was no big V or promoter, and the traffic was poured into the home page from a source he couldn't find. The bottom sentence in the comment area: Don't check. Someone didn't want him to check.​ The netizen "Night Sailing" who only appeared late at night handed over the keys and drugs at the same time - one night he said "go and see", the next night he said "don't go". Instructor Yan Suzhen set things up as topics. Five completely different students were crammed into the teaching and research department: Jiang Heng who clung to old stories, Xiang Chuan who was poor-talking, Kong Zhishu who came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, Mo Yanci who was a descendant of the Mohist organization, and Sun Xiaoye who had a rich background. I had no money and no confidence, so I just said "go and see it on site". They really went. Dunhuang caissons, German stained windows, Samarkand's beaded pattern, Angkor's snake fence, and the caves of Juci Mountain - they can be found and walked around everywhere; what ties them all together is fiction. The more we go, the weirder things get: the approval gets stuck again and again, and pages of anonymous documents are handed over to us inexplicably; the same symbol looks exactly the same in a civilization 8,000 kilometers away that doesn't know each other. If someone stops me, someone will always hand over a crucial page. Three rabbits share three ears, so they can never catch up in a circle. Jiang Heng later understood that it was not just the rabbit that could not be caught. (The fictional story is based on real data and legends and is for entertainment purposes only. Any similarity in fictional plots is purely coincidental.)