1146 The Clue in the Deser (1/2)

Zhang Zian carefully observed the photographs that Lazart showed him. From the hairy knitted surface, it could be seen that the subject of the photograph was a carpet or tapestry. Judging by the size, the latter was more likely true.

The tapestry was surrounded by a circle of red decorative lace, which could be ignored.

This picture was a narrative from a first-person perspective.

Most of the tapestry was occupied by rolling yellow sand. The dark yellow sun hung overhead. Some parts of the sky had faded badly, but there were still traces of earthy yellow.

The yellow sand, the yellow sun, the yellow sky.

A cat walked in the middle, leaving a trail of paw marks on the yellow sand. It was looking back as if impatiently urging the person behind to hurry up.

As it was from the first-person perspective, one hand stretched forward, like the person was crawling behind the cat in the desert desperately.

In the far horizon, the desert and sky met. Several black branch-like things that looked like palm trees and yet like green bristlegrass swayed, and there was a deep green lake, probably representing an oasis.

The theme of the tapestry was abnormally distinct. It was about a cat leading a dying man in the desert to an oasis.

One of the details attracted Zhang Zian's attention. The wrist half-buried in yellow sand was tattooed with a pattern, which was obscure due to the level of weaving skill at that time, but it could still be seen that it was a cross.

Lazart smiled and reached out his wrist. The inside of his wrist had a similar cross tattooed on it, representing their Christian beliefs.

Zhang Zian finished looking at the image and looked toward Fina, mostly able to guess Lazart's meaning. Still, to confirm, he said, ”Your meaning is…”

If Lazart wanted to say that Fina was the cat in the picture, Zhang Zian had to deny it, because Fina lived in the decades before B.C., when Jesus had not been born, and it would be impossible to give religious meaning to the cross.

Lazart laughed. ”I saw this tapestry from an acquaintance. I thought it was interesting, so I took some pictures. It is said that the ancestor of the acquaintance knitted the tapestry according to an even earlier family legend. Today, when I saw Fina, I thought it was very similar to the cat in the tapestry, so I wanted to show it to you.”

This statement was somewhat credible—that it wasn't a tapestry woven by those who had experienced the event, but by later generations based on earlier legends, to commemorate their ancestors. The descendants of Christianity, out of pride in their family history, would have casually added the tattoo of the cross into the tapestry.

”Can you send these photos to me?” Zhang Zian asked.

”Yes.”

Lazart sent the photos to Zhang Zian.

Zhang Zian took advantage when the others were not paying attention and secretly showed the photo to Fina. ”Are you the one in this picture?”

Fina seriously looked at it for a while. It impatiently shook its head and said, ”I've long forgotten. Who would remember this kind of minor matter?”