Traveling to primitive society

I've been working as a cleaner at the National Museum of China for three years now. My work ethic has been truly diligent and conscientious; I've been recognized as an advanced
producer , a model worker, and one of the top ten outstanding youths in the country for many years—except for that one.
Before telling this story, I need to introduce the security work at the National Museum: In most cases, valuable cultural relics are
jointly After arriving at their destination, the special police are responsible for perimeter security, while representatives from public security officers, insurance companies, and the head of the museum's security department jointly transport the relics
to the underground vault for storage or preservation. However, on the day the story happened… around 2 a.m., the dazzling light flashing through
the glass startled me awake from my half-asleep state—I hadn't been sleeping well during the National Day holiday due to the hard work.
Through the window, I saw a convoy of vehicles parked at the museum entrance. Leading the way was a truckload of fully armed special police officers in bulletproof vests, hoods, and masks. They
quickly jumped out of the trucks, immediately taking up advantageous positions and high ground, setting up machine guns and mortars. The scene startled me; I thought the Nationalist army had attacked—it
was all very exaggerated.
Immediately afterward, a group of people in black suits, wearing black Motorola headsets and Ray-Ban sunglasses, got out of the armored cars and quickly entered
the museum to clear the area. If I wasn't mistaken, judging from their equipment, they were likely from the National Security Bureau's emergency response team.
Then the museum director came out to greet them, taking a box covered with red silk from a junior officer—the director personally handing over artifacts was unprecedented
, even during the transport of the Loulan female corpse and the Peking Man skull fossil. This clearly showed
how .
However, the mystery that had been lingering in my mind for so long finally began to unravel today. This story dates back two years: one late spring day, after the museum closed,
I went to the director's office to clean and inadvertently saw a document marked "Confidential" on his desk. The contents of this document not only shocked
me, but later the entire world:
an archaeological team composed of archaeologists and paleoanthropologists accidentally entered a primitive cave in the ancient Yellow River basin in Shaanxi Province and
inadvertently discovered a large, red-painted character, "操" (cāo), on the cliff face. Carbon-14 dating revealed that the scientists were astonished—this character was actually written
100,000 years ago!
Immediately, the entire scientific community erupted in discussion, with scientists and pseudo-scientists from various countries producing their own academic papers and engaging in a heated
debate that lasted for two years. Some argued that this discovery pushed back the history of the Chinese invention of characters by another 100,000 years! They claimed that China might be the first country in the world to invent writing!
Of course, some scientists held a calm and conservative attitude, believing it was merely the result of natural weathering.
This year's Nobel Prize has finally fallen into the hands of a Chinese scientist. The title of his academic paper is as follows: "On the Sexual
Worship of Ancient Chinese People." In the paper, he emphasizes that a deep cave, a character for "fuck" written on the wall, and the red color painted on it (DNA testing
proved it to be human blood) are not accidental. He claims this sufficiently illustrates the issue of sexual worship among ancient Chinese people, and then rambles on about a bunch of
topics unsuitable for children… The document concludes by emphasizing that after the cave is cleaned, the inscription will be completely cut from the wall and handed over to the National Museum for safekeeping.
At this point, I think I should reveal my true identity. Actually, I'm not an ordinary
cleaner who only earns three hundred yuan a month and is bossed around. My true identity is that of a seasoned
thief and martial arts instructor in the "International Thieves Association"—abbreviated as "GXX" (English abbreviation "gxx"). My purpose in infiltrating the National Museum at great personal risk is to steal this
stone tablet inscribed with the character "操" (cāo, meaning "fuck"), to sell it and earn money to support my family. Three years in the making, the operation is tomorrow night!
For the past three years, I have thoroughly mastered the security measures at the National Museum. Like most outwardly solemn national institutions
, the National Museum is a department with a tight security network but a loose one, and inefficient staff. Breaking through the security is a piece of cake for me.
My operation begins precisely at midnight the following night: First, I use a remote control to activate
two bottles of ether gas already placed in the automatic fire extinguisher on the ceiling of the CCTV monitoring room. I time it for five seconds, estimating that everyone in the monitoring room was unconscious. Next, I activate the circuit breaker on the museum's main
power cable . Two seconds later, the main power line is cut off, and the museum's backup power is activated.
But I had achieved my goal. Due to a design flaw, the museum's CCTV system wasn't connected to a backup power supply, meaning
it would malfunction if the main power was cut off.
Opening the three-meter-thick, ten-ton vault door wasn't difficult for a professional thief, but it would take some time. I took out tools from my backpack and
fiddled around—I can't tell you how I did it, as that involves trade secrets—but anyway, I got it open in an hour.
The vault reeked of formaldehyde. To the left, against the wall, sat a crystal coffin containing the
body of a woman, said to have been incredibly beautiful, unearthed in Yili, Xinjiang. Although she wasn't dressed, I wasn't interested. Instead, I went straight to the
brocade box covered with red silk in front of me.
When I opened that box with trembling hands, I suddenly discovered—there was another box inside! Damn it, I kept opening it, and finally, I saw the
word "fuck" carved in bold, archaic strokes on stone—a vibrant red character that had haunted my dreams for two years. It was truly magnificent! Which idiot said this was
the 'result of natural weathering'? Could natural weathering really produce such beautiful, magnificent characters that would make Wang Xizhi furious and Yan Zhenqing weep with shame?!
That tasteless!
Just as I was feeling smug, my index finger was accidentally cut by the sharp edge of a rock, and blood immediately gushed out. 'Damn it!' I cursed,
then put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it.
Just as I was about to put the stone in my bag and leave, the blood from my wound seemed to be drawn to something, spurting onto the stone with a "whoosh."
Then, a miracle happened: I saw a bright spot appear in the middle of the character "操" (cāo, meaning "fuck" or "damn"). The bright spot grew larger and larger until the entire stone was obscured by
the light. Suddenly, the whole room was filled with this bright light. The intense light made me dizzy, and then I knew nothing more... Finally,
I woke up from my unconsciousness, rubbed my still slightly sore eyes, and looked around: I found myself in a primeval forest. Tall redwoods stood around
me, and vines and ferns surrounded me. The damp air smelled of decaying plants, and the sunlight that shone through the thick canopy into the forest
was already weak and insignificant.
Just as I was utterly astonished and at a loss, a series of rapid footsteps accompanied by screams rushed towards me. Out of professional thief instinct, I crouched down
and hid myself among the dense fern ferns… What?! A savage?! No way?! Two naked people, a man and a woman, came running
towards
me. The man in front looked panicked and disoriented, his thin body covered in wounds. The woman chasing him was burly, with a fierce face; her large breasts swayed left and right as
she ran, as if they were about to fly off. Suddenly, the naked man stumbled and fell to the ground. The naked woman quickly caught up and began to beat him mercilessly,
muttering something under her breath. The man cried loudly as he was beaten. After venting her anger, the naked woman started masturbating the man's penis. After
struggling to make it erect, she sat down and started having sex.
Watching others do this was a first for me, and the stark contrast in gender was truly exciting. Just as I was engrossed in watching, the woman
suddenly stood up and looked in my direction—had I been discovered? The thought flashed through my mind, and my penis instantly went numb. Sure enough, she suddenly
glared at me menacingly, baring her canine teeth, and strode over. Helpless, I could only awkwardly stand up, rubbing my hands, bracing myself for a scolding.
But without a word, she picked up a branch as thick as my forearm and swung it at me… As I mentioned in the previous episode, I'm not the kind of petty thief who picks bags in the market or on
a bus , much less a murderous robber—too lowbrow. I'm
a senior thief and martial arts instructor from the 'International Thieves Association'—abbreviated as 'GXX'!
In our line of work, without a skill to rely on, our lives are constantly in danger. So, in this extremely critical moment, I used a technique from Chinese Kung Fu to
dislocate tendons and bones : first, I quickly dodged a vicious attack, then with my left hand I grabbed her groin and my right hand I grabbed her breast, pulling and pushing her away. The naked woman staggered backward,
and I immediately stepped into her center, grabbed her arm, and twisted it. There was a 'crack'—her arm was dislocated.
The naked woman screamed and fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Taking advantage of this moment, the naked man got up and limped away.
After a while, the woman seemed to have exhausted her strength and stopped struggling, only groaning. I'm a kind person, and I can't stand seeing women like this, especially
naked women. So I wiped the semen off my hands, went over, bent down, and said to her: 'I'll help you put your arm back on, but you're not allowed to be disrespectful.' I don't know if she truly
understood or was just pretending. She looked at me helplessly with tear-filled eyes and nodded.
After reattaching her arm, I casually touched her breasts—firm and full, the kind I liked. This showed she was
a woman who often did manual labor.
After resting on the ground for a while, she stood up, mumbled something to me with pleading eyes and a strained tone, then turned and took two steps before looking back
at me. "Does she want me to follow her?" I took two steps forward as well. She seemed satisfied and ignored me. We walked deeper into the dense forest. Of course,
I remained wary, so I quietly opened my backpack and took out my beloved large-caliber Colt revolver, tucking it into my sleeve.
In the forest, there was a clearing where trees and various plants had been neatly felled and arranged...

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