Magic Valley

One day in June at the end of the 19th century, the British explorer Rogers climbed the Alps in central Europe alone with his young and strong body. As soon as he climbed a mountain, he tripped over a rock and rolled down the slope. Rolling and rolling, he suddenly felt pitch black in front of him, and when his body stopped rolling, he found himself rolling into a cave. He looked around in panic, saw two lights, and breathed a sigh of relief. Where there is light, there is a hole, but which one is the hole he fell into?

He had to rely on luck to climb out of one of the holes. When he got out of the cave, he felt that the sky was very different from before he fell into the cave. The sky was gray before, but now the sun was shining and the sky was blue, and then he found that the topography and landform had also changed a lot from the place he had just passed. What he just passed was a rocky mountain, and this was a winding valley with lush trees and bright flowers and plants. He took out a map of the Alps and looked it up. The top of the mountain was clearly marked on the map, but the valley was not there. He only walked a few steps, but when he turned back to look for the entrance of the cave, he couldn't find it.

Suddenly there was a cry of killing from the valley. He climbed a tree and looked out, and saw two groups of people fighting at the bottom of the valley. The two groups of people were dark-skinned and dressed as indigenous people, wearing straw hats and minnow clothes. The difference is that one straw hat is made of green grass, and the other straw hat is made of dry grass, one green and one yellow, clearly distinguishing the warriors of both sides. Their weapons are spears and swords, and the old and the weak, women and children, cheer behind the battle.

The two sides seemed to have a deep hatred, and the killing was extremely fierce and tragic, with cold blades swirling, and flesh and blood flying. The roar of the samurai and the wailing of the wounded resounded through the valley. The battle was not won until evening, and the two sides withdrew their troops, retreated to the hillside camps they occupied, lit bonfires, and lay down to rest. The valley fell into silence.

After dark, Rogers slipped down the tree and touched the natives to find food. He was so hungry that he had no food with him. He hid in the bushes near the indigenous people in Huangfang for a while, and guessing that the people were asleep, he went to the campfire to get a few pieces of grilled game, squatted down and chewed hard. After eating well, there was a sudden sound of shaking coats all around. Rogers looked up and couldn't help but sit on the ground in shock. It turned out that all the sleeping natives got up, except for the injured, they all picked up their coats and straw hats, wiped their faces and combed their hair, and the woman even picked some wild flowers and put them on their heads. The bonfire illuminated the faces of these people, and their expressions were all joyful. Rogers wondered: Are they going to visit relatives and friends in the middle of the night?

He had nowhere to hide by the campfire, terrified to death. But no one turned a blind eye to him, as if he didn't exist at all. He boldly looked into the eyes of the natives, and saw that those eyes were cloudy and fixed. After dressing up, the natives walked down the hillside in groups and ran to the bottom of the valley, the battlefield during the day. Rogers guessed that they were looking for their opponents to fight at night, but he couldn't figure out why they had to dress up to fight at night? Out of curiosity. He followed behind the Aboriginal team.

When the group reached the bottom of the valley, the bright moon happened to rise, illuminating the valley brightly. The green side natives were walking down the opposite hillside. Rogers' heart hung: he was about to kill again. He hurriedly climbed to another tree, which was so high that not only did he have a panoramic view of the valley bottom, but also the camps on the slopes on both sides were clear at a glance.

At this time, the two groups had met, but instead of fighting, they shook hands and hugged. Then, everyone found a partner in the other crowd. Some partners pour wine from each other's wine bags, exchange glasses for cups, and drink happily; some exchange necklaces and other accessories with each other; children fight and make trouble early; older people sit cross-legged and chat...

Rogers noticed that the young men and women on both sides would go to the grove. At the beginning, everyone would sing together, or dance in a circle holding hands, and their eyes were always looking forward to the face of the opposite sex. Slowly, a man and a woman approached each other, clung tightly, walked to the secluded bushes, hugged each other on the ground, kissed **... The whole night, the two groups spent in love and joy.

As soon as there was a glimmer of light on the mountain beam, the indigenous people all over the valley floor jumped up, and the two groups separated and retreated to the hillside to which they belonged. Back at the camp, they fell to the ground and fell asleep. After the sun climbed over the ridge, they got up to eat something, and the young and middle-aged people took up their weapons and rushed down the hillside in groups. The samurai on the opposite hillside also shouted to kill, and the two sides fought fiercely at the bottom of the valley.

Rogers looked up the tree all night and morning, and was not sleepy at all, because what he saw surprised him so much. He couldn't figure out why the two groups killed each other brutally during the day, but loved each other at night, which was counterintuitive. He suddenly thought of the absent eyes of the natives at night, oh, were they sleepwalking at night? Very likely. But even sleepwalking shows that their subconscious desires to be friendly with each other.

He decided to point out to the natives the contrast between their day and night, and persuaded the two groups to turn their battles into jade and silk. He got down the tree and rushed into the battlefield with swords and blood, stopping the two groups of people who were jealous of the killing. The two groups of natives were shocked when they saw a stranger in strange attire suddenly coming in, and they all took a few steps back. Rogers stood in the middle. He even said and gestured to explain what happened to them last night. The natives understood what he meant, but neither group believed it was the truth. They all regarded him as a liar and attacked him together. He had to run away from the wrong place.

He hid in the distance and thought hard all day, and finally came up with a way to let the natives know the truth. When it got dark, he sneaked into the yellow camp, guessing that when the sleeping natives were about to get up and sleepwalk, he found the leader wearing a feather crown and scratched the leader's nostrils with a piece of grass. The leader was scratched awake and sat up in a daze. Rogers got into the bushes. At this point, the other natives got up and sleepwalked, and the leader seemed awake and watched in surprise as his men dressed up and went down the mountain. He didn't seem to understand what these people were going down the mountain for. Just got up and followed. Rogers was secretly happy: As long as the leader saw the next scene, the purpose was achieved.

But what Rogers didn't expect was. The leader was an alcoholic. As long as he was sober, he kept drinking. During wars, he often danced with a knife in one hand and grabbed a wine bag in the other to take a few sips. At this time, he didn't sleep well, his head was dizzy, and he wanted to drink even more. He poured all the wine into his stomach at once, and fell asleep when he was drunk. Rogers stepped forward and shook him hard without waking him up. The others reunited with each other in their sleepwalking, and after the night passed, the natives were still addicted to their dreams.

The next night, Rogers still touched the hillside of Huangfang, first poured out the wine in the leader's wine bag, and then filled the wine bag with water. The old trick repeated itself. After waking up the leader, he thought that it might be difficult for only one leader to convince the tribe of the truth, and among the indigenous people, wizards have a sacred status and no one does not believe what they say. So he sneaked around to the place where the fancy-dressed wizard slept and scratched the wizard's nostrils with grass. The sorcerer sneezed and got up, half asleep and half awake. Seeing that the others were rushing down the mountain, he thought he was going out, so he quickly leaned over and prayed to the sky, then beat the drum of worship on the drum hanging on his chest, and followed the group downhill.

The leader continued to drink as he walked, but because the wine bag was no longer wine, he lacked the moisture of the wine and felt uncomfortable. The sound of the wizard's drums annoyed him even more, and he drew his knife and slashed at the wizard from behind. The wizard actually knew the future, and dodged away at the moment when the knife hit the head, and the leader slashed empty and fell to the ground. The wizard put his foot on the back of the leader's neck and sneered: "Sample, how dare you plot against me. I can send you to heaven with a spell!" The leader was obviously afraid, and begged for mercy: "The great god calms down, the little king will only obey the great god's order in the future, and the spoils will be divided equally with the great god." "You want me to spare you just by dividing it equally?" "Then the great god will take the big head."

Rogers saw that the two of them were only bargaining, and he didn't notice that the two clans had started to get together. If this goes on, the night will be in vain again, and he must intervene! He jumped out of his hiding place, yanked the drum from the wizard, and ran to the crowd as he knocked. Both the wizard and the leader were shocked. The wizard let go of the leader's feet, the leader got up, and the two stared at the drum and chased after them in unison.

Rogers beat the drum and rushed into the crowd, teasing the wizard and the leader into the crowd where various parties were going on. He thought: Now they won't turn a blind eye to the scene, will they? But he was wrong, the two just stared at the drum and danced with it. Rogers beat the drum to attract their attention, not to give them backing track. He stopped beating the drum angrily, and as soon as the drum stopped, the wizard and the leader sat on the ground "bang", looking at each other face-to-face, motionless. Only then did Rogers notice their eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, reaching out and shaking in front of their eyes, without any reaction. It turned out that the seemingly awake state of the two of them was actually a kind of sleepwalking.

It seemed that there was no way to wake these dreamers, and Rogers tasted the taste of being out of luck. He wanted to walk away, but when he thought that these natives would kill each other endlessly after he left, he couldn't bear it, so he stayed and continued to think of ways to hide in the dark.

He was bored for a day and pondered over and over again: I have never heard of this phenomenon among indigenous people in other parts of the world. Could it be that the geographical factors here have led to the unique habits of indigenous people? There may be such a thing, but it is difficult to prove that he is neither a geographer nor a geologist, how can he understand the strange power of this valley!

Suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind: It can't be proved geographically, but it can also be proved from the indigenous people! Or start with the wizard and the leader, if the guess is confirmed in them, they will wake up from the dream, and then let them wake up the other indigenous people. Oh yes, this captured drum is going to come in handy. Thinking of this, he happily beat the drum twice.

The next day, the two sides went to war. He noticed that the wizard Huang Fang was in a low mood. He knew that it was because the wizard lost the drum, and he did not know how to lose it, and was ridiculed by the clan. After the war between the two sides, Rogers quietly approached the wizard who was praying behind the battlefield and tapped the drum a few times. The wizard trembled when he heard the sound of the drums, and quickly looked back. Rogers hid in the bushes at this time, and when he saw the wizard turn back, he knocked twice again, and then slowly backed away in the bushes. The wizard was led over and looked around the bushes. Rogers retreated faster and faster, and the drums beat fast, finally leading the wizard out of the valley.

After climbing over a ridge, Rogers saw that the leader was also coming. It turned out that the leader found that the wizard had left the battlefield and thought he was running away, so he chased after him. As soon as the two talked after meeting, they both felt that the drums were very strange, and pursued the sound even harder. Of course Rogers wouldn't let them catch up, dragging them around the mountain until it was finally dark. The wizard and the leader were exhausted and fell to the ground and fell asleep. Rogers watched from the side, and they were still sound asleep like pigs. The mystery in his heart was solved: the habit of sleepwalking among the natives was indeed caused by some mysterious magic in the valley. Leaving the valley, their sleepwalking habits disappeared.

The bright moon was in the sky that night, illuminating the mountains like day. Rogers beat the drum hard on the head of the wizard and the leader, and then placed the drum beside the wizard. The two were awakened, and the wizard hurriedly hugged the drum when he saw that the drum was lost and found again. They got up and looked around, and finally their eyes were attracted by the scene at the foot of the mountain. It turned out that looking down from this mountain ridge, the valley full of moonlight was unobstructed, and the scene of the intimate gathering of the two tribes in the valley was clearly visible.

Looking at it, the wizard suddenly screamed strangely. He told the leader that he remembered a legend: Thousands of years ago, a big fireball fell from the sky and exploded in the valley. After that, he forgot about this legend, and it seems that he was possessed by the devil. At present, they are fighting during the day and having fun at night, and they must also be possessed by the devil. After speaking, they rushed to the valley.

Hearing this, Rogers, who was hiding in the dark, guessed that the big fireball might be a falling meteorite. The meteorite brought extraterrestrial matter. This material has special energy, which emits and affects people's minds, making people irritable and aggressive during the day, and late at night., immersed in peaceful sleepwalking again. This is the magic of the valley.

Back in the valley, the wizard and the leader did not dare to go deep into the valley. The wizard stood on the hillside and sang the legend while beating drums, persuading the two clans to leave the valley. Although the words of wizards are usually supreme among the indigenous people, now they are sleepwalking and think they are kings, so they are all laughing and laughing, and they don't take wizards seriously at all.

The wizard was in a hurry, so he beat the drum even louder. With a "bang" sound, the drum spewed out a bunch of sparks, splashed on the grass at the bottom of the valley, ignited a raging fire, and spread everywhere. Now the indigenous people of both ethnic groups were startled to wake up. Hanging his head and running out of the valley.

It turned out that when Rogers noticed the magic power of the valley, he also found flammable sulfur at the bottom of the valley. He thought of burning the valley and forcing the natives to evacuate, but he felt that the fire should be set by wizards, so that the natives would think that the fire was It is the will of God, and they will leave the valley willingly without being overly frightened.

Rogers took apart the wizard's drum, tied his own tobacco tin box to the leather rope in the drum, put a small piece of sulphur in the tin box, and then tore a few strips of cloth from his clothes, rolled them into thin twists, and wrapped one end of the iron box. The sulphur in the drum, and the other end is pierced from the carrier belt of the drum. While he was waiting for the wizard to beat the drum and sing, he quietly lit the thin twist on the carrier belt with a match behind the wizard, leading the sulphur in the drum...

The fire burned for ten days and ten nights, and the indigenous people returned to live in the valley. Probably because the energy of extraterrestrial matter was destroyed by the fire.

The habits of the natives became normal, and they stopped fighting during the day. Sleep peacefully at night, and the two ethnic groups live in harmony.

Rogers later found the cave where he came from, drilled through another hole, and returned to the Alps.