Chapter 3405 Historical Gallery
At this time, Soshiyang realized that this was a museum of figures, which should be all ancient figures recorded in history, but he did not recognize their names, nor did he know what kind of history they represented, but there was no doubt that If you can be recorded here, you must have profoundly changed the historical process of mankind. Qingzhao walked beside Soshiyang and only answered when he asked a question.
And in the gap between these statues, there are various objects of their era. Whenever Soshiyang takes a step forward, various musical instruments will sound in his ears, either ringing, blowing, or stroking the strings. The sounds of the performance are not messy, but they are not completely clear, as if they have included the vast history of human civilization into a series of songs.
The original stone slab and bone flute played a rough civilized roar
The creatures curled up in the caves and caves raised their burning torches, and showed their bows and spears to those creatures with sharp teeth, stronger, more powerful, more violent and more ferocious. .
"When the first ape decided to smash the bones of the same kind with bones, a completely different species was born in the bloody and dark wilderness"
The sound of metal rods pounding and the horn made of beast bone horns mixed into a distant roar
In the long yellow sand, chariots dragged by hoofed creatures rushed past, and a battle axe made of bronze split the flesh and blood. The king wearing a crown looked down on the battlefield and admired the tragic scene of the destroyed enemies. When he turned his head, he saw The grand monument built for oneself slowly erected under the pull of slaves.
"There is no eternity in the empire, all kings will die, and their merits will be buried in the dust of history."
The wooden harp and gentle sound flow through like a gurgling stream
The peerless beauty in the palace used her slender hands to pluck the strings of the piano and played sad music. When she raised her head and looked out the window covered by the screen, her eyes passed the wall and came to the battlefield where blood was splattering, with many holdings The warriors of the shield and the spear were fighting with all their might, stabbing the spear into each other's bodies.
"Love and hate, desire and hatred are just confrontation between possession and possession."
The big drum made of leather and the copper bell poured into metal make an uplifting sound.
The wind is fierce, swords and swords, arrows are flying, blood flowing, rivers and rivers, fires are pouring into the sky, burning up all the ambitions and dreams. How many people are proud of a battle? Who can understand the sorrow of the broken halberd?
"Life is like a dream, like the river flowing away, never returning."
The huge band revolves around the proud conductor, and while dancing on the baton, more than ten instruments played the Imperial Age.
The roaring steam train drove through the pastures and farmlands, and chimneys rose from the ground in the smoke it dragged out. At the same time, soldiers in gorgeous military uniforms were neatly approaching each other from two directions, and then picked up the The gun shot lead into the enemy's formation with a crackling sound. White mist rose up and the corpse fell to the ground in a blink of an eye.
"I'll come, I see, I conquer."
A brisk saxophone and an elegant violin form a modern song.
It was just that from the tiniest cluster of sparks, the artificial light completely melted into the darkness, and the roar of steam was replaced by the rumbling of electric current.
"This is the best time and the worst time."
The heavy metal drum beats and electronic bass tear open the veil of old history.
Information began to explode at an unprecedented speed, books were filled with beautiful imagination, the legends of the past were no longer just imagination, human beings were like staggering children leaving their mother's arms, beginning to run towards the world outside the cradle.
"This is a small step for me, and it will be a big step for mankind."
Soshiyang's steps became slow, allowing the dust of history to wrap itself up and turn into water droplets to moisten his muscles.
There are no gods, no immortal superman, and no transformed people who have surpassed the limits of the flesh. There are only lives that have passed by a hundred years, like a glimpse of the glimpse. However, they are also footprints of human progress, piled up fine sands of the magnificent tower.
At this moment, Soshiyan seemed to be breathing with them, thinking and walking with them.
This is his first time, truly breaking away from the limitations of the framework of "empire", looking at the concept of humanity, and looking back at the broader and farther past.
An inexplicable emotion rose in Soshiyang's heart. He was no longer a warrior who obeyed the orders or a machine created for the sake of killing. He was just a human descendant who walked among the ancestors and heroes. . Occasionally, he would stop and observe one of the more unique statues.
As he passed by a character, Soshiyang stopped and watched for a moment, but without asking, he turned around and continued to move forward.
Finally, at the end of the corridor, Soshiyan saw the last statue.
This statue is very strange.
How strange is it?
It looked like a strong man sitting naked on a stone bench bench, bent down and fists, lowered his head and supported his chin while pondering, but he had no face and only had a blank face.
What shocked Soshyan even more was that there was no name on his pedestal, but instead there was a line of Gao Gothic.
This language is very familiar to him, but it seems very abrupt here. This sentence is very short, but the meaning is very deep - knowing that I am guilty of me, I am not careful.
"Who is he?"
When Soshiyang raised his hand and pointed at the statue, Kiyoshi replied:
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"He is the main sponsor of the Gailan Project, but his name is not in the database, and everyone insiders refer to him with Mr. E."
"Why does Mr. e have no face?"
"There is no relevant information in the database, but using normal logic to speculate, I should not want others to know their true appearance."
Soshiyang withdrew his hand, but in fact he had already had a vague guess in his heart.
He stared at the statue silently, his heart was filled with lingering feelings, and after a long time he exclaimed and said slowly:
"You know that I am guilty of me, but you do not care about what you are going to know that I am guilty of me, but you do not care about what you are going to say to yourself or to me."
But no one answered him, and the statue was still pondering, as if it was a prisoner who was always thinking about his destiny.
When Soshiyan retracted his gaze and turned back to the corridor when he came back, at a certain moment, all the statues seemed to be staring at him.
Finally, when Soshiyang left the building, Soshiyang told Qingzhao that he would save the place well and that he would come in the future, but not alone, but with his descendants.
The descendants of the wanderer have been wandering in the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years, and finally they have to know what their hometown is like.
Perhaps that person sponsored Gailan to one day be able to reignite the fire of history and civilization it contains, but in the end, things won't go as expected, and the current empire can no longer accept these things-at least Soshiyang does not The method is done without causing big trouble.
Later, this place called Remembrance Ruins became a place where Soshiyan often stopped. During the waiting period, he would read the ancient history in the palaces and gardens, chewing on the wisdom of his predecessors.
All this was until Carlestu informed him that the teleportation plan had been completed.