"Is the time up, feeder?"

"Time is up, Stargazers."

"Is the time here, stargazers?"

"Time is up, fisherman."

"Is the time here, fisherman?"

"Time is up, postman."

The farmer committed suicide and he jumped down from the Golden Gate Bridge!

The breeder died and he jumped from the roof of the anime center!

The stargazer died, and he hung himself on the rod of the dance studio with a red ribbon!

The fisherman died, and he cut through the raft in the sea!

Silent

The entire human civilization has 4.4 babies born every second, and the deaths of four civilized individuals seem insignificant.

Only the postman was not dead, and he brought this letter from Anatolia to the Rocky Mountains in New Mexico.

Wild mountain motorcycles follow the rugged mountain roads to the end of the rugged mountain roads.

At the end of the road is a steep rock wall that is more than 20 meters high.

No hesitation.

The postman took out a bundle of hiking ropes from the gift box behind the motorcycle and rushed straight towards the rock wall.

Monkey-like agility.

The postman who climbed the rock wall appeared in front of him. He looked at the cave, and the cave looked at him.

There was no trace of fear in the postman's eyes.

In the sun, he took off all his clothes, coat, shirt, pants..., and then folded them neatly, placed them under a small tree, and pressed a small stone on it.

A naked postman endured the friction of the sharp rocks on his feet and walked into the cave.

The cave was pitch black, and the dampness mixed with the smell of decay came to the face. The postman carefully walked around the sharp rocks on the ground.

The rustling sound of leaves disappeared, and the chirping sound of birds disappeared.

There is only silence in my ears.

I don’t know how long I have been away, one hour or ten hours?

In the dark and silent cave, time seemed to stop passing.

Just as the postman's feet were already covered with small cracks, a trace of light appeared deep in the cave.

The appearance of the light did not bring any surprise to the postman. He walked into the light expressionlessly, and there was a stone chamber in the light.

The walls of the stone chamber are so smooth that they cannot find any trace of artificiality.

On this smooth plane, countless copper wires are intertwined finely.

This is a metal mesh!

The metal mesh completely enveloped the entire stone chamber, and in the bright light, it shone with golden colors.

In the golden color, a seemingly young man was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The postman looked solemn.

"High priest, I'm from my hometown." He rolled the letter into a cylinder, stuffed it into the metal mesh through the tiny gap of the metal mesh, and then crawled on the ground.

The young man's eyelids shook slightly, frowned, as if he was waking up from his endless sleep.

After a long time, he finally opened his eyes, with a strange blue flashing in his eyes: "How long has it been since I sent a letter in my hometown?"

"1981!" The postman gave an accurate number without hesitation.

"Yes, the last time it was because of those disobedient Italian troops." The young man stood up, picked up the letter from the ground, and tear open the envelope at will.

There was only a palm-sized leaf inside the envelope, covered with strange symbols.

It was obvious that the high priest, who was the recipient, could fully understand these strange symbols. He frowned, and seemed not satisfied with the information expressed by the strange symbols.

"A strange Chinese man disturbed the peace of his hometown."

"Chinese?"

The high priest gently threw the leaf under his feet, his eyes filled with old age: "Who is this Chinese man?"

His casual attitude seemed to believe that the man crawling on the ground knew everything.

Realizing the high priest's gaze, the postman trembled unconsciously: "Zhou Sihai, he is Professor Li Mo's bodyguard."

"But he shouldn't find anything. Since you specifically explained that you were not allowed to take actions against Professor Li Mo, the peripheral organizations we controlled did not take action."

"Just... just..." At this point, the postman hesitated and a drop of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

The young man raised his lips and a strange smile appeared on his face: "Has the person from his hometown taken action?"

The postman nodded, "This time it was the Guardian who took it himself, and he used...the bloody red."

"It is said that it was an order issued by my hometown in person."

"Fishing red?" A strange smile on the young man's face completely bloomed: "I haven't heard this name in many years."

"Hometown is really forgetful. Has he completely forgotten my ban in just 81 years?"

"Or it is true that my hometown is old. Has the 5,000 years of years made his mind the same as paramecium?"

"Which type do you say is more likely?"

The high priest threw this question to the postman.

The fear on the postman's face was even more intense. The big beads of sweat dripped on the rocky ground, making a faint sound, which seemed particularly harsh in the silence.

"High priest, your hometown will always be your most loyal slave."

"Maybe, over the past thousand years, you have rarely paid attention to the development of ethnic groups, and the husband in my hometown has some of them interfered in the affairs."

"Maybe...."

The young man looked at his efforts to explain with some playfulness. After a moment, the playfulness became indifferent and he waved his hand lazily.

"I know that the moment when my hometown was born in the thunder and lightning, my own hands had already determined his mission in this life."

"only..."

Endless loneliness appeared on the young man's face.

"It's just when I can get out of this cage!"

The postman crawled on the ground, motionless, and knew that the high priest would tell the secret that no one should know.

He believed that on earth, no one or country could imprison the high priest. 5,000 years ago the Kaka tribes with sharp spears did not have this ability; 5,000 years later, the M country, which had 13 large aircraft carrier formations, did not have this ability either.

Only the high priest can imprison himself!

As for the reason behind it, even the hometown with a lifespan of more than 5,000 years is not clear.

He is just a postman, and his only duty is to convey information. He should not hear any secrets. He was looking forward to it.

Fortunately, the young man seemed to hear his inner expectation and sighed.

"How did the Guardians recover after it?"

"Every time I have used the fishy red, I need to recycle it from the body so that it can grow."

Aftermath? The postman instantly understood and he breathed a sigh of relief: "No need for aftermath."

"No need for a aftermath?" A surprised expression appeared on the young man's face for the first time.

The postman smiled bitterly and said, "Based on the surveillance information, Zhou Xihai was not dead."

"No death?" The young man's face was even more surprised, "Didn't the fishy red take his life?"

"Shouldn't it?"

“Where is the error?”

Mistakes are absolutely not allowed to happen, this is a motto for young people to survive to this day.

Realizing his doubts, the postman said: "The plan is perfect. The guardian sent by his hometown wrapped the bloody red in the finest ice crystals, and then shot the ice crystals into Zhou Sihai's calves."

He tried his best to describe the whole process in detail, because any omission might lead to the high priest's mistake in judgment, and the high priest could not make mistakes.

"It can be predicted that Zhou Xihai, who was unaware, will fall into fainting after 12 hours and die 48 hours later."

"I specially arranged two sets of eyes to monitor my hometown. After 12 hours, Zhou Xihai, who had just returned to China, collided with a woman at the airport and was sent to the hospital."

"Because cameras were everywhere, the eyes did not enter the hospital, but chose to wait."

"It's a pity that this kind of waiting has no result. After 48 hours, there was no news of death in the hospital."

"After 96 hours, Zhou Sihai, who was jumping around, appeared at the hospital gate."
To be continued...