Origin Chapter 28: Mission

"Don't make him too excited, it will cause him to breathe..."

Before President Wang finished speaking, the young man began to cough violently. After a few coughs, a mouthful of blood came out of his throat.

Seeing this situation, Wu Zhongyuan hurriedly helped him to sit down, but although the young man spat out a mouthful of blood, his spirit was much better, and he waved his hands one after another, indicating that he could stand and speak.

Seeing that the young man's originally pale cheeks turned a little rosy, Wang Xinran hurriedly looked at President Wang, "Is it a return to light?"

President Wang has seen a similar situation countless times and nodded, "He lost too much blood, he has run out of oil, and the return to light won't last long. You have to do it as soon as possible."

"Can I give him a blood transfusion?" Wu Zhongyuan asked back, the hospital must have checked the young man's blood before.

Dean Wang shook his head.

Wang Xinran took out her mobile phone and pointed it at Wu Zhongyuan, "Ask what you want to ask as soon as possible."

"The hyperbaric chamber has monitoring equipment," said Dean Wang.

Wang Xinran didn't put down the phone, but raised her hand, signaling Wu Zhongyuan to hurry up.

Wu Zhongyuan supported the young man against the bulkhead and sat down. He squatted across from him, first pointing to Wang Xinran, "Wang Xinran", then to President Wang, "Dean Wang", and then to the young man himself.

Young people know that Wu Zhongyuan is asking his name, "Wu Zhui."

Language and writing did not come together. Language came first, and then there was writing. The two were merged at a later stage. The pronunciation of a young man is Wu Zhui, so his name is Wu Zhui. It's not necessarily the two words Wu Zhui.

Wu Zhongyuan pointed at himself again. He had been born for eight months when he came here, so it stands to reason that he should have a name.

"Wu." Wu Zhui said.

Wu Zhongyuan suddenly realized that Wu should be the surname of his father's family. Both Wu Zhui and Wu Qianshan used this surname, and the reason why the master gave him the surname back then was undoubtedly because the bird man had told the master that his name was Wu.

A recording splint hung in the hyperbaric chamber. Dean Wang took it off and handed it to Wu Zhongyuan, "Let's see if he can write?"

Wu Zhongyuan took the splint, wrote a few words himself, and then handed it to Wu Zhui.

Wu Zhui was very smart and immediately understood Wu Zhongyuan's intention. He took over the splint and pen and wrote quickly. His writing posture was different from that of modern people. It was a bit like holding a brush or a drawing stick. The speed is very fast, which shows that he has often written before.

Seeing that Wu Zui could write, Dean Wang was very excited. There are two different views in the academic world about the origin of Chinese characters. One is that Chinese characters originated in the Xia Dynasty, and the other believes that Chinese characters originated in the Yellow Emperor period and were organized by Cangjie. Research and create. Wu Zui knew how to write, which shows that Chinese characters have existed since ancient times.

After Wu Zhui came to modern times, he should have seen this kind of pen that can write without ink, and he is not surprised. He has been writing quickly. The characters used are extremely ancient, a bit like oracle bone inscriptions, and are also very similar to hieroglyphs. A lot of text is more like graphics.

Wu Zhui's writing is arranged up and down, from right to left, in large fonts. After writing one sheet, fold it and tear it off, hand it to Wu Zhongyuan, and then write the second sheet.

Wu Zhongyuan did not interrupt Wu Zhui's writing. Wu Zhui is very smart. He knows that compared with language, words written on paper can be retained for a long time and are easier to trace and understand. Therefore, he uses words as much as possible. to tell.

Wu Zhui is really smart and wary. He keeps his head down when writing, and uses his hanging hair to cover the words he writes. After each writing, he folds first and then tears it up. , Undoubtedly, he did not want people other than Wu Zhongyuan to see the content of the writing.

Wu Zhui has been writing, and he has written more than a dozen pages before he wants to stop writing. Seeing that the paper on the plywood is about to run out, Dean Wang goes out and picks up a stack.

At this time, Wu Zhui was coughing violently again, and from time to time he tilted his head and coughed out blood, but the expression on his face was calm, without the slightest panic. After going through hardships, he finally found the person he was looking for. His task is about to be completed.

Fifteen pages later, Wu Zhui's writing speed slowed down, but his slowdown was not due to lack of physical strength, but because he started to think, and every time he wrote a word, he stopped to think.

Seeing this situation, Wu Zhongyuan felt relieved. According to Wu Zhui's actions, he had already finished writing the important things, and now he is thinking about what else he needs to add.

Seeing that Wu Zhui wanted to put a pen, Wu Zhongyuan made a gesture of holding a baby in his arms, and then made a bird's beak from his lips.

Wu Zui understood and knew that Wu Zhongyuan was asking about the identity of the person, so he wrote it again, and after writing it, he still handed it over to Wu Zhongyuan.

Wu Zhongyuan took the pen in Wu Zhui's hand, drew a circle, pointed to himself and Wu Zhui, then drew another circle, then pointed to Dean Wang and Wang Xinran, and then used the pen to draw a circle from the two circles A straight line and a forward arrow were drawn between them, lest Wu Zhui not understand, and multiple forward arrows were drawn on the straight line.

Finally, draw another straight line below the straight line with the forward arrow, and draw with a pen to draw a backward arrow.

Wu Chai understood, took the pen, and drew a backward arrow from the second straight line, then grabbed Wu Zhongyuan's hand tightly, pointed at the first circle, and gave Wu Zhongyuan a heavy nod.

Seeing this situation, Dean Wang and Wang Xinran looked at each other in dismay. The silent exchange between Wu Zhongyuan and Wu Zhui was not obscure. What Wu Zhongyuan meant was can we go back? And Wu Zhui meant that he could go back, and he had to go back.

Wu Zhongyuan patted Wu Zhui on the shoulder, nodded straightly, then pointed to the two circles, and waved his hand again, with a helpless expression on his face.

Wu Zhui pointed to the stack of paper in Wu Zhongyuan's hand, indicating that the way to return is on this.

Wu Zhongyuan pointed to the second circle again, then pointed to himself, as if suspicious.

Wu Zhui understood that Wu Zhongyuan wanted to ask himself why he was here. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to make a fight, then stretched his arms, closed his eyes and raised his head, and then drew a horizontal line on the paper with the pen in his hand. Line, smeared immediately after drawing, and then drew a vertical line, and his vertical line connected to the second circle.

Wu Zhongyuan vaguely understood that there should have been a fierce battle near Huangxian that year, and that battle was likely to involve a person who could control time and space. This person wanted to move him from the battlefield to another safe place. Place, the result is a deviation, the transfer of space has become the transfer of time, the location has not changed, but the time has changed.

After pondering, Wu Zhongyuan pulled Dean Wang and Wang Xinran, squatted between them, like a baby, and then pointed to Dean Wang and Wang Xinran.

Wu Zhui saw Wu Zhongyuan's actions, but did not respond.

Seeing this situation, Wu Zhongyuan thought that Wu Zhui did not understand what he meant, so he repeated the action just now.

Wu Zhui sighed, closed his eyes and shook his head.

Wu Zhongyuan understood, but he was unwilling to accept the reality, and further confirmed, pointed at Dean Wang, and looked at Wu Zhui.

Wu Zhui shook his head.

He pointed at Wang Xinran again, and then looked at Wu Chai again.

Wu Zhui shook his head again.

Wu Zhongyuan raised his hand to cover his face. He just asked about his parents, but Wu Zhui's answer was that his parents were no longer there. In fact, when he made the first gesture, Wu Zhui already understood, he was just afraid of him Can't accept this reality.

Seeing that Wu Zhongyuan was in a low mood, Wu Zhui took the splint and painted again. This time he did not draw words, but some figures that were arranged up and down. There were four lines in total. The first line was a circle, and the second line was a circle. The second line is two vertical bars, the third line is two "positive" characters plus two vertical bars, and the last line is a horizontal line.

Seeing Wu Zhongyuan's puzzled expression, Wu Zhui pointed at him, and then at the circle on the first row.

Then he pointed to the two vertical bars in the second row, stretched his arms, closed his eyes and raised his head.

Point to the third row again and arch your right arm in a force gesture.

When you point to the fourth row, look up and look up.

Finally, he pointed to the circle that Wu Zhongyuan drew to represent their world, and looked at Wu Zhongyuan solemnly.

Wu Zhongyuan nodded, Wu Zhui was very smart, and his expression was very accurate. Wu Zhui meant that he was the leader of a certain tribe, to be precise, the leader's successor, and there should be two wizards under him, There are also twelve valiant warriors and a group of people who depend on him.

Then Wu Zhui started coughing. Seeing that he was suffering from coughing, Wu Zhongyuan stepped forward to help him pat his back, and at this moment, Wu Zhui took the opportunity to stuff something into his collar.

This thing is cold and slippery. Wu Zhongyuan instantly knew what it was, and also understood that Wu Zhui coughed just to lure him over and secretly handed this piece of white jade to him.

After doing this, Wu Zhui was relieved, closed his eyes, took a long breath, and a smile appeared on his face.

He had already run out of oil, and had to rely on his will to support him. Now that he has completed his mission, his wish is over, and the ruddy face has gradually faded away, replaced by a bloodless pallor.

"Wu Chai." Wu Zhongyuan called his name.

Wu Zhui didn't seem to expect Wu Zhongyuan to call out his name, his spirits lifted slightly, and he opened his eyes to look at Wu Zhongyuan.

After a brief pause, Wu Zhui raised his finger and pointed to the last line of the last sheet of paper on the splint, then pointed to himself.

This last line should represent ordinary people under the wizards and warriors. Wu Zhui's move should be to show that he is only an ordinary people.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't quite understand the meaning of his move, so he looked up at Wu Zhui.

Wu Zhui didn't look at him this time, but looked at Dean Wang and Wang Xinran. After a brief look, Wu Zhui raised his right hand, said something in a deep voice, then clenched his fists and hit the bulkhead. With a muffled sound, the thick stainless steel bulkhead was punctured in one fell swoop.

The incident happened suddenly. None of the three of them would have imagined that a dying person would burst out with such terrifying power. After waiting to stabilize their minds, they looked at Wu Zhui again and found that he had stopped moving. This punch was his deathbed. The last blow before him completely exhausted his remaining life, and the right arm that had been hit evenly was never retracted.

After a brief silence, Dean Wang stepped forward to test Wu Zhui's breath, checked his pulse again, turned around and shook his head at the two of them.

Wang Xinran nodded and put away his cell phone.

President Wang leaned over to check the bulkhead, and sighed in shock, "How can a dying person have such great strength."

"He was afraid that Wu Zhongyuan would not be willing to go back. He wanted to arouse his curiosity and prompt him to return by showing his force." Wang Xinran said.

"No," Wu Zhongyuan closed his eyes and shook his head, "he is demonstrating to you, telling you that I am not alone, so that you have some scruples and dare not hurt me..."