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"Amitabha," Lin Jing and Zhao Yunlan held the door together, and the fake monk stared pantingly at the jumping skeletons outside the window. "I'm desperate for this world where skeletons are also cute! These are just a few What the hell?"

云 Zhao Yunlan turned his head and asked Wang Zheng: "What is this gang you recruited? Even if you bite, even if you bite, are they not afraid that the plasticizer is too much food poisoning?"

Lin Linjing vaguely felt like he was talking about something, and on the one hand secretly pulled the corner of his clothing.

After hearing this, the female monitor on her side laughed, and then she might feel that the occasion was a bit wrong. With the students' strange eyes staring, she immediately covered her mouth.

"In 1712, the Hanga people were in civil strife." Wang Zheng stood up with the help of Zhu Hong and pulled his hood over his face. "Finally, the insurgents ended in victory. The old patriarch died. His wives, The children, and even the 112 warriors who followed him, were all beheaded according to the old custom, their bodies were burned with a fire, and their heads were buried in the yard of the keeper of the mountain.

I wished Hong Hong a moment's sake: "Is that the yard?"

The sound of knocking against the door remained.

云 Zhao Yunlan winked at Chu Shuzhi.

Chu Shuzhi immediately took off his jacket, the sweater inside him was very non-mainstream, and he didn't know how many pockets he wore on his body, like a moving storage bag. He touched each pocket over, like Counting the money, counted a dozen spells written in yellow paper cinnabar, walked forward, and pasted the four corners of the door.

A faint layer of white light emanated from the yellow paper, and the door that was swayed by the skulls immediately disappeared.

Then, Chu Shuzhi was like a small advertisement posted on a telephone pole, a lot of paper was pasted on the windows and walls, and only the whole house was filled with water, and the skeletons jumping outside seemed to know the power, The whole set back a meter or two, afraid to hit the wall or try to break the window.

Zhao Yunlan released his hand against the door. On a cold day, I let him sweat.

His uncle sat next to the small furnace, tore apart a bag of milk powder, poured it into a large bowl with mineral water, put it in a boiling pot, and instructed Wang Zheng who just got up: I will drink a bowl by myself. After drinking, you have to explain to the organization what the situation is. "

"Sorry."

This was the only answer Wang Zheng gave. Her mouth was as tight as the Chongqing underground / party in the past. She didn't say anything when she was killed. She was forced to rush, and she left a sentence: "You open the door and throw me out. Well, without me, no matter what is outside, it will not embarrass you. "

After Zhao Yunlan heard it, he asked calmly, "Do you think you speak human?"

Although Wang Zheng was scary, she was a gentle girl with a gentle personality. She didn't talk much and was not very close to anyone, but she was kind with anyone. She rarely said such hurtful things. She consciously lost her character. Zhao Yun When Lan said so, she bowed her head and said nothing.

Chu Shuzhi stood sideways in the window, opened the seam of the window, and glanced out. Seeing that all the skulls had retreated from the spell in the cabin, he turned back and made a gesture to Zhao Yunlan: "Leave a vigil, others. Go to bed. These are gadgets and don't get in the way. "

The crisis has passed, and the bamboo pole boys are afraid that the world will come to Shen Wei without chaos: "Teacher, can I take some pictures ... If I don't go out, I will be at the window."

Shen Wei seems to be curious to know what kind of growth experience can make such a bear child who is so strange.

A salty pig reached over to hold Shen Wei's shoulder, Zhao Yunlan came over, lowered his voice and said to Zhugan, "Photographing is not against discipline, but you need to know that the old man in the past has a saying that photos can The soul is taken away, and the human soul is left in the body, but it ’s okay, but in a place like this dead soul ... Do you want to get a few small skeletons to go back and try soilless cultivation? "

He Zhugan was frightened by his voice and tone like "Midnight Ghost Story".

Zhao Yunlan continued with a smile: "You can also bury them in your pot, and every night, from 1 to 12 o'clock, just like the punctual time of the news building, you will hear them in Kerala. The sound of the flower pot in your house, the table after the flower pot, and the bed after the table ... "

Before he finished speaking, the bamboo pole boy twisted unbearably.

The corner of Shen Wei's mouth twitched: "What's wrong with you?"

The boy was embarrassed and said, "I ... I ... I want to go to the toilet."

He stunned for a while, Zhao Yunlan froze, and then the **** laughed.

"It's dawn in three hours." Chu Shuzhi said, "My amulet can block at least five hours. Don't worry-I want to go to the toilet for a while, and then go out at dawn, who wants to bite you, you As long as the urine is on his head, the boy urinates the evil spirits. Even if they are not poured, they can still have a concussion. "

Wang Zheng said softly, "I can keep ..."

Before she finished, she was interrupted by Zhao Yunlan: "If something really happens, you can't keep it. I will come in the middle of the night."

He found the windproof lighter from his pocket: "Girls are afraid of second-hand smoke. If you don't, the uncle police will find a little baby to come up with a shot."

I was so frightened that everyone was calm and relaxed, and the students laughed and burrowed back into their sleeping bags--probably Zhao Yunlan was too secure, or maybe they didn't wake up at all.

After a while, the cabin quieted down again, leaving only the sound of the skeletons tumbling on the snow. Even Daqing nested in Zhao Yunlan's arms and closed his eyes. Wang Zheng sat in a corner far away from him, crooked. Leaning against the wall, I don't know what I'm thinking.

The messy flashlight in the squatter room was gone, and only the messy rune paper on the door and the wall emitted a layer of extremely soft white light.

云 Zhao Yunlan stood by the window, feeling that the slit of the window that had just been cut open by Chu Shuzhi was leaking, and he leaned there, blocking the thin air vent with his back, and lighting a cigarette.

When Chen Fang was awakened by the changes outside the window, he actually noticed Shen Wei's eyes, but he was too embarrassed to see Shen Wei at that time, and he deliberately exposed it.

Zhao Yunlan was almost certain that Shen Wei's state at that time was by no means awakened or simply insomnia. His calm and contented expression, and his unusually complex and gentle eyes, almost made others feel sour, as if ... … The other person's eyes stared at him for a short while.

If Shen Wei has a little interest in him because he likes men, Zhao Yunlan thinks this is very normal-he thinks his personal image is fair, he has a material foundation and is of appropriate age, neither too old nor too naive, although a little bit , But he also basically takes care of the feelings of others, and he generally does not show his bad-tempered temper to people who are not familiar with his life, so if you do n’t get along with each other, everyone will have a very good personality and speak and do things. illusion.

But whether it's **** / attraction or fancy him, or even the love at first sight, Zhao Yunlan doesn't think that someone will stay all night and not sleep, just to obsessively guard another person.

云 Zhao Yunlan remembered the scene when he first met Shen Wei.

He must have had a deep and deep entanglement with Shen Wei in a situation he did not know.

But when did that happen?

Zhao Yunlan thought for a long time, until the cigarette burned to the end, he absently annihilated the cigarette butt, and threw it out of the window slit without ethics, and was hitting a jumping skull door. The bones turned black, and fell to the ground and twitched twice, and would not move.

Before the age of ten, he was too young, he did n’t understand shit, and even had limited ability to distinguish between men and women. The biggest thing I ever did was to smash people's glass with stones, but it can be ignored, but when I grew up, I was slightly sensible. Clear and coherent, the cause and effect of each stage and every thing is clear, there is almost no place for memory faults or logical confusion that cannot withstand scrutiny.

There are indeed some external forces that can change people's memories, such as hypnosis, such as several secret methods that Zhao Yunlan can count, but they generally only allow the modified person to automatically not remember and deliberate on those tampered memories-human experience is extremely The complicated, detailed causal relationship, no one can really understand except for himself.

For example, suppose a person has had a small car accident. When he remembers it, he will know that the cause of his accident is late. Why is he late? Because he was constipated in the morning, he spent five minutes longer than usual in the toilet. Why is it constipated? Because I ate more fried food the day before and got angry. Why eat too much fried food? Because the coupon for a fast-food restaurant that just happened to expire ...

推 Pushing forward, it will also involve how this person got the free voucher, whether it was given by others, or delivered on the street, etc.

If any trivial matter in memory is true, it should be able to pass through such scrutiny and contact, and even a noble person may not be able to pass other people's bowel situation, menstrual cycle, dating situation and intermittent convulsions. Fantastic thoughts and so on were all clear.

As long as it is processed memory, the details will be blurred, and it will be very unnatural to look deeper.

Unfortunately, for these things, Zhao Yunlan himself is a master.

Therefore, Zhao Yunlan knew the fragility and importance of memory since he was a child. After Daqing gave him the soul-hunting order, the first lesson was to teach him to regularly organize his memories by meditation. Zhao Yunlan was sure that he did not know Shen Wei is so personal.

Jain ... Either Professor Shen with good image and good temperament is actually a tracking fanatic, and has been secretly in love with himself—of course, according to Zhao Yunlan's self-knowledge, this is basically impossible, in his opinion, the reverse is almost the same.

Or, this "Shen Wei" is just a layer of camouflage. He is not an ordinary person at all.

What he can't find out, besides the real ordinary people, there may be real masters.

Three or four hours passed easily. When the genius in the east just turned on and the fish belly was not fully formed, the ghosts in the yard had disappeared, and one by one they fell back to the ground like a power outage, and no more Can't move, and the strange and unknown fire in the distance, I do not know when it started, has disappeared.

Zhao Yunlan gently pushed open the door and went out to the yard to confirm it. It was determined that it was the sunrise in the east, the day was dawning, and the little ghost came home. Then he returned to the room, rubbing his face tiredly, and clasped his hands on his chest. Before, restlessly snoring against the wall.

等 "Wait until it's completely bright," he thought, "you must find a chance to talk to Shen Wei."

Zhao Yunlan fell asleep with this thought.

I wonder if it was because I drove all day in the snow and ice, and I didn't dare to relax too much before. I was so tired. Zhao Yunlan would fall asleep by accident.

About an hour later, he was woken up by Zhu Hong.

云 Zhao Yunlan found that someone had covered him with a blanket, and he went to Shen Wei subconsciously, but as a result, he was blown up by Zhu Hong's words.

Zhu Zhuhong asked, "Zhao, do you know where Wang Zheng went?"