我读书少，你可别骗我

This book contains some nonsense. Here you can hear the sound of tens of millions of neuron running in the sulcus of cerebral cortex. You can smell the mixture flavor of cocktail of history, suspense, science fiction, religion and etc. This is a puzzle, is the confessional of pagans, is crossroad of a path in a garden, but youll never know where you are.