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The Astrology Building is a forbidden place that only the pope and Athena are allowed to enter since the age of mythology.

Since ancient times, around this place, all kinds of legends and rumors have never been broken. Some people think that the treasure of the gods is hidden inside, and some people think that it is full of books, parchments and clay tablets written with forbidden spells, and even Some people think that there is actually a secret execution ground full of bones.

But the reality is often surprising.

For the popes of all ages, the long years are enough to make their reverence and devotion to the astrology building disappear. No matter how sacred and inaccessible a place is, staying for more than 200 years, there is nothing new.In the end, the astrology building will basically become the private warehouse of the popes, so that every time a new pope succeeds, it will take a long time to throw away all kinds of useless junk to make room, and then in more than 200 years Fill it again with new rags little by little.

Right now, I'm scratching my head at a small open box in my hand.

At first, I thought that this exquisite box with the seal of Athena contained precious items such as sacred blood artifacts, but when I opened it, I found that it was lined with soft silk and desiccant, which seemed to be wrapped in something flat and thin. Carefully uncovering it, there are dozens of thin long metal sheets with many crooked lines on them, which seem to be drawn with needles or something, which look very similar to the ripples of an electrocardiogram.

But no matter how I checked over and over again, these things are just ordinary aluminum foil, and there is nothing special about the material, so the corrugated marks left on it should be the key point, which can be preserved preciously and should be recorded Something very precious.

Carrying that small box back to the office of the Pope's Palace, today's workload is light, and Aiolos rarely has to stay up all night in the office. At the moment, he is half-lying on a chair in his dormitory to read a book.I thought that this person, as the orthodox pope's successor in his early years, was taught an extremely huge amount of knowledge by Shion, so he might be able to see what this thing is, so I knocked on the door and went in.

After hearing what I said, Aiolos took the small box and opened it. He picked up the thin aluminum foil and looked through it carefully. After a while, he said in surprise: "These... seem to be recordings."

"Recording?" I couldn't believe it. In my memory, the carrier of the recording should be something like a CD-ROM tape radio. Earlier it was a phonograph commonly seen in Republic of China movies. No matter which one, it can't be connected with the thin metal sheet in front of me. together.

Aiolos saw my doubts and explained: "This can be said to be the earliest recording method for human beings. The sound vibration is recorded on the aluminum foil with a sonic vibrator, but at that time there was no way to play this recording. So it's closer to an experiment in recording sound."

I suddenly became interested: "Then with modern means, there should be a way to restore these ancient sounds?"

"Yes, but you should find a professional." Aiolos returned the small box to me, "I don't need to tell you where the contact information of important institutions in the world is located in the office? If you are interested, contact them yourself Bar."

After a very troublesome follow-up, a certain experimental team based in the United States finally sent back all the recovered recordings, but they also emphasized in the email that although these aluminum foils were very well preserved, they were hindered by a fire more than 100 years ago. The recording technology is too immature, and they can only restore about 40% of the content with the most advanced equipment.On the other hand, they are very curious about where such a huge amount of recording aluminum foil was found. Judging from the dating of carbon fourteenth, they are products of the same period as the sonic vibrator. It can be said that their existence has refreshed The earliest known audio recordings of humans.

I remitted a generous reward to them, and at the same time replied a thank you email in the name of Sanctuary, implying that they had better not delve into this issue, and all relevant experimental records must be destroyed. Ask.

Then it was decryption time, I took out the sent back CD and put it in the Walkman, and then carefully adjusted the volume so as not to be startled by the sudden burst of noise in the earphones.All the content of the audio was recorded in detail in the file sent back, and it was numbered according to the recording sequence. I compared the files and started listening.

At first, there was a series of small stabbing sounds, a bit like the noise of electrical interference, which lasted for about a few seconds, and finally I heard a hesitant voice: "Uh... is this all right?"

Although it was severely distorted, I could still recognize that it was Shi On's voice!Presumably, in the era when human beings had just explored recording technology, only people of the pope's level had the opportunity to come into contact with it.

The audio in the back is intermittent, mixed with various noises, and Shi Ang will only say a sentence or two occasionally, the content is hardly nutritious at all, trivial, mixed with various surprises and emotions, I almost can’t understand it. I can make up such a picture in my mind - a centenarian is fiddling with the newly invented machine, but he still doesn't know what to do and dare not touch it. Be careful and it will break.

After the initial audition, Shion seems to have finally figured out the trick, and the length of the recording has obviously increased a lot. I listened to the deep and beautiful voice sing "Iliad" and "Odyssey" slowly in an ancient tone The poems are quite a bit like a world away, but this is a voice from more than 100 years ago.

The last part of the audio is also the clearest part. I heard a sigh: "Tong Hu, if this thing was invented 100 years earlier... It's a pity that you can't leave Wulaofeng. The machine is too delicate, I dare not Play around with it, or you will gain a lot of insight."

With a click, the disc stopped spinning, and the recording came to an end.

I lay in bed for a long time, then turned the Walkman into loop mode and continued to listen for a long time.

Later, with great enthusiasm, I searched every corner of the astrology building, and found many aluminum foil tubes, steel records and tapes. Shion's daily life over the past 100 years was gradually revealed to me.

These treasured sounds are almost all kinds of fragmentary details of life-the lively hawking of a market somewhere, the gurgling sound of a brook, the roar of the Lushan waterfall, the prayer flags on the plateau Shaking and flying in the long wind, the Tibetans are shaking the prayer wheel and piously walking on the road of pilgrimage.

And those tapes are almost full of labels, recording the growth trajectory of every child brought up by him in the sanctuary. I dug them out and listened to them one by one. It's not the clear comment above, I can't believe that the little milk voice who was crying and shouting "brother" is actually Aiolia, and there is also the movement of changing sheets in a hurry, like a war, one In the chaos, it was unknown who was yelling loudly: "Master Shion, please stop laughing! Put down the tape recorder! Oh, he peed again——"

I happily listened to each of them one by one—Camius’ first birthday in Sanctuary was covered with cream by Miro, and in a rage, he jumped up and bit the other’s arm, and then the two wrestled Rolled into a ball; Dissura Abu, who was taking a nap in a room, kept talking in his mother tongue in his sleep, and tried to kick others down to occupy the small bed, and the last two muffled noises and screams announced Aphrodite’s death. Victory; Arudiba says a Catholic mass in Portuguese in an empty field, with a woman's cries and prayers faintly heard in the background, wishing her child a safe life; Sharjah flips through One side of the book page was muttering something. Not long after, there was a muffled sound, followed by a clear grunt.

In the end, I found an almost brand-new tape with a sentence written in a black oil-based pen on the outer plastic case——

"A gift for Xiao Mu in the future, Shion recorded it in 1966 as a souvenir."

I thought about it, and instead of unpacking it, I gave it to Mu directly. He was very surprised, obviously never heard of this thing, and immediately put it on the radio. I was thinking of avoiding it, but He insisted that I stay.

Soon the tape began to rotate, and an old voice slowly flowed out from it——

"...I have finally waited for the Aries of this era, which means that a new inheritance will start from my hands again."

"From the perspective of the pope, I hope that this child can grow up as soon as possible, inherit all the skills of Aries, and at the same time inherit the technology of the restoration of the holy clothes, and take his due responsibilities in future wars; but from the perspective of an elder, I hope he stays away from all disputes and spends a happy and worry-free life in the pure land of Jamil, far away from the hustle and bustle."

"I don't know when, I have always had a vague premonition in my heart. No matter how he spends his life in the future, I will never see it again. No matter how unwilling I am, aging and death will eventually take away everything from me. The future is always in the hands of young people, and I believe they can create a future that us old men can't imagine."

"If I'm lucky enough to live long enough for him to come of age, this tape will be sent along with other presents - happy birthday, Mu."

"...Master, thank you." The tears in Mu's eyes could hardly be suppressed, "This is the best birthday present I have ever received."

I raised my head and glanced outside the door, Shi On didn't know when he had already stood at the door, watching us with a smile in the sunny sunshine, as if it was a lifetime ago.

The author has something to say:

Happy 20th birthday to Mr. Mu forever!