Lin''s back was pressed against the copper hoop of the coffin, and his fingertips stroked the cracks that glowed blue. Zhao called it "uranium marks" - the fluorescence of uranium 238 decay meandered on the coffin surface like a river, as if someone had carved a vicious curse on the lead layer with stardust. The beeping sound of the radiation detector pierced his eardrums, and he remembered Jiu Ye''s last warning before he petrified: "These marks are not caused by years, but the teeth marks of the mother gnawing at time and space."
Su''s voice came from the headphones of the radiation protection suit, with a rustling sound of electric current interference: "Your father hid the videotape under the third copper hoop. He said... Don''t let the pictures from 20 years ago eat into the present."
When he opened the rusty copper hoop, the radioactive dust burned Lin''s fingers. On the yellowed film, in 1983, father Lin Maocai held up the fragment of "Hetu", the edge of which matched the year "1979" engraved on the coffin perfectly: "When we found it 700 meters underground in 1958, the uranium layer had not been sealed yet..." The picture suddenly shook, and the photographer''s panting tore through time and space: "Something is breathing inside... It''s the vibration frequency of the bronze ware!"
The prayer flags on the sky burial platform were twisted into a twist in the wind. Zhou''s petrification had spread to his throat, and when the bronze bell rod was nailed into the ice, the salt moths swarmed towards the living compass suspended in the air. "Master Jiu left a message at the bottom of the coffin," the old man''s hoarse voice mixed with the sound of ice cracking, "These uranium traces... are the time residues excreted by the mother body of the Yinxu worm..."
Half of the jade pendant flew out of Lin''s arms and resonated with the fragments in Su''s hand thousands of miles away. The blue light on the coffin suddenly surged, and a gelatinous black liquid seeped out from the uranium marks, condensing into the phantom of Emperor Chongzhen - the Yinxu insects under the dragon robe were mating, and the pupils of their compound eyes reflected the radiation cloud above the nuclear explosion crater. Su''s scream was cut by the echo: "It''s not the emperor! The mother is emulating history!"
The father in the video suddenly turned to the camera. Lin Maocai tore open his trouser legs and sutured the wound of "Hetu" with black blood oozing out: "30,000 labor reform prisoners dug this tunnel, not to find a mineral vein at all..." The picture shook violently, and the humming of bronze instruments came from the well in 1983, and the frequency was synchronized with the burning pain of the birthmark on Lin''s wrist.
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Zhao''s laughter seeped out from the radiation cloud. The umbilical cord of the living compass wrapped around Lin''s wrist, and pus and blood flowed back into the blood vessels: "These uranium marks are the birth canal where the mother lays eggs... Welcome to witness the time and space pregnancy." Lin''s back of the hand bulged with a tumor, and under the translucent skin, the father in 1983 was running wildly in the well, chasing a group of human-shaped uranium light behind him.
When the dark river poured back into the nuclear explosion pit, Su''s left hand had completely turned into crystal. Alena''s consciousness reconstructed the voice through the sand: "Use the Yang key to pierce the dragon pattern... The end of the uranium mark hides the "Luo Shu"..." The moment the water curtain cracked, Peng in 1980 stepped out, and the Geiger counter returned to zero in his palm: "I rewrote the nuclear parameters of thirty-seven time and space... But you have to leave someone trapped in 1983 forever..."
The lead coffin opened with a bang. Lin saw countless of himself trapped in the time bubble - the rotting corpse in the flood of 1998, the mirror image on the dragon throne of the Forbidden City in 2024, the carbonized skeleton of the uranium mine explosion in 1979... The video tape of his father suddenly froze, and the picture of 1983 jumped out of the screen, turning into a physical figure and pounced on the compass in Zhao''s hand.
The swarm of salt moths smashed seven green fire pits on the sky burial platform. Zhou''s last flesh and blood disintegrated in petrification, and the splashing salt crystals pierced the corner of Lin''s eyes. The Yin Key and the Yang Key touched each other in the air, and the shadow of Chongzhen collapsed into a black hole. Half of Zhao''s body was sucked into the crack of the uranium mark in 1979.
"These marks... are the spawning path of the mother body!" Su''s cry was distorted by the black hole. Her crystal left hand automatically wrote the future - the mirror image of Lin in 2024 pressed the Pisces jade pendant into the dragon throne, and the Yellow River Basin was desertifying at a speed of ten meters per second.
The moment the lead coffin melted into molten iron, Lin caught the key picture: in the rainy season of 1995 when the Yellow River stopped flowing, Jiu Ye used a syringe to inject fluorescent liquid into the heart. The afterimage of Peng in 1980 emerged from the pus and blood of the living compass, and his dying roar shattered all the instruments:
"Go find... the rain in 1995..."
The dark river under the ice overflowed the sky burial platform, and the uranium light flowed in the green water. Lin saw that her reflection was splitting - her right arm was covered with petrified spots, but her left half was the mirror image smiling on the dragon throne.