"It seems impossible to tell what period these buildings belong to." Gu Xingmiao pursed her lips. The continuous inability to judge was a bit of a blow to her heart.
Even if he knows a lot of cultural relics and has a lot of knowledge, a person is not omnipotent after all, and it is impossible for Gu Xingmiao to understand every field.
"It's okay, we didn't recognize it either. Anyway, once we get closer to the core area of the dungeon, we'll slowly understand it." Luosangyu brings calmness to people every time he speaks.
She is a very reliable person, and she seems particularly reassuring when she says these words.
Gu Xingmiao pulled the corners of his lips, but still couldn't smile.
"However, these buildings don't seem to be much different from those on ancient Earth. They all look weathered..." Yue Chuliang frowned.
"I don't know how this wood was able to form a foundation in the yellow sand, because the desert is not suitable for human survival."
After such a long time, the weasel had become familiar with all humans. It jumped onto Gu Xingmiao's shoulder happily, shrank its head with a sly look, and finally scratched its head with its claws.
"But I always feel that the smell here is a little familiar."
Gu Xingmiao paused, grabbed the weasel that was standing on his shoulder, and placed it in his palm. His tone became more pronounced: "Are you sure?"
"I'm not sure." The weasel said honestly, "But the smell is indeed very familiar, but I can't tell what it is..."
There aren't many things that a weasel can pronounce familiar.
Gu Xingmiao narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the weasel as if it were a strange creature.
Huang Daxian felt uncomfortable being looked at, and couldn't help but raise his voice with accusation: "I'm serious, why would I lie to you? We are a community now, why would I lie to you?"
"No." Gu Xingmiao uttered these two words and looked off into the distance. "I was just wondering, since you said this place is familiar, could this be your hometown?"
The weasel suddenly paused, its small, round eyes staring at Gu Xingmiao: "What do you mean by that?"
Gu Xingmiao didn't say anything else.
But even if he didn't say it, the weasel had already guessed what she meant.
Just now, although it felt the smell was familiar, it did not think in that direction. But now after hearing what Gu Xingmiao said, its body actually trembled.
Is there such a possibility?
Is it just such a coincidence——
"At first I couldn't figure out what was inside, but as they walked, I felt like this place looked familiar."
"Me too, especially the ancient buildings that have appeared again around here. I always feel like I've seen them somewhere. If this comment can't be matched with a picture, I would have to add one."
"I'm so anxious! Can't you guys who discovered the truth just tell me? It makes me so anxious."
Finally, someone shared their guess: "It's really these fixed scenes of the desert that remind me of the desert scenic area near the suburbs of Chang'an City... It makes me wonder if they have come to modern Chang'an."
Everyone walked forward, chatting idly, and they finally saw more buildings.
"Oh my god, I wasn't seeing things, this is the scenic spot, the Maowusu Desert!!!"
"It seems they were transported to modern Chang'an through that door, but I don't know which year it was. And the location they were transported to must be somewhere in the Maowusu Desert not far from the scenic area, otherwise they couldn't have arrived here so quickly."
"But since so many Changan netizens have recognized it, doesn't that mean the era they arrived in is very close to us?" When someone said this, everyone around felt a sense of urgency and felt like they were about to explode.
Gu Xingmiao was walking and was stunned when she saw the antique building. It was not because of how exquisite and gorgeous the building was, nor because of how simple and ancient it was...
This is because this architectural style is so similar to the buildings that can be seen in any ancient scenic spot in the 22nd century.
The place surrounded by the fence looks like the ticket office.
Gu Xingmiao: “…”
Although what he said to Xiao Huang just now were some guesses in his mind, he did not expect that these guesses would be verified so quickly.
I thought we were entering a great dark age, but I didn't expect to enter this world in such an unexpected way.
The absurd way of entering even made his original excitement seem weird.
"I think we should have come to 4,000 years ago." Gu Xingmiao's tone became a little softer, "But this place may be Chang'an 4,000 years ago."
Qi Buyan quickly realized what was happening: "The place where our previous Tang Dynasty copy was located was called Chang'an, and this place is also called Chang'an, so it's just a different timeline, but it's the same place."
Gu Xingmiao nodded: "That's what I mean."
"Is there something special about this place? Why do I always come here?" Qi Bufan was puzzled.
Gu Xingmiao's long, thin eyelashes drooped slightly, and the sunlight fell, casting shadows under her eyelids. She couldn't hear happiness or sadness in her voice: "It's a very special place."
There are countless tombs of our ancestors here.
To be excavated and unexcavated——
Chang'an City has so many mausoleums that even a developer might unearth a ton of tombs just by opening a random property. Ordinary citizens might find tombs while digging in parks, and farmers might find cultural relics while weeding their fields.
“Many of our ancestors are here.”
"There are even more than those ancestors in the ancient gods' copies." Gu Xingmiao said.
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In the special research institute.
"Do you know there's an effect called the Proust effect?" a scholar suddenly asked, with a mysterious look in his eyes.
"What this means is that whenever you smell a scent you've smelled before, it triggers memories of that time. So, in fact, smell is what stays in human memory the longest. It can instantly pull you back to that time..."
“And it’s like the past suddenly came alive.”
After hearing what he said, everyone was silent for a moment, and soon someone spoke up, "You mean they entered the dungeon through that door because the weasel smelled a familiar scent."
"But smelling something familiar and asking about it is the latter. Isn't it the former when they enter the dungeon?"
The scholar who had just spoken laughed: "From a scientific point of view, it is the effect I just mentioned, but from a non-scientific point of view..."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to the screen and said slowly, "History is a mirror."
Only by seeing the past can we understand how difficult it was.
And precisely because it is a mirror, when someone remembers history, the memory of the future is touched—
And thus in this way get them where they want to go.
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