The weather was hot and stuffy, but there was air conditioning in the room, so it was quite comfortable.
With the sound of keyboard tapping, files were called out one by one.
These files all recorded cases involving evil spirits. One thing in common was that the beginning of such cases was because a child or a young person bought an antique from an old man. Zhu Hongmiao put these files into a table.
Then through these files, several possible locations of the target were inferred.
Although China is vast, even the ancients left behind the wild saying that there is no place that cannot be visited as long as the sky is high and the sea is vast.
But there is also such a saying.
He stroked the police badge.
The net of heaven is vast and nothing can escape it!
He put down the hat with the police badge, changed into casual clothes, and set off with his colleagues.
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The locations of the target's actions are basically near the most prosperous schools.
Zhu Hongmiao and his team kept searching, and finally, at six o'clock, they found the target. He was the youngest and was the first to find the target, while the other colleagues could not see him at all. This was consistent with the records of investigating the evil spirits and finding nothing when checking the surveillance.
"Don't alert the enemy. I'll attract attention first. You block the surrounding area to prevent ordinary people from coming in."
Zhu Hongmiao had just graduated and still had a passion and courage.
He loaded the gun with bullets and then confirmed the spare talisman.
Then he walked over.
It was dusk in the sky, and the color of the sunset glow was a bit like blood. The weather became a little cooler. Zhu Hongmiao felt more and more nervous the closer he got. But when he saw a few children gathered in front of the stall, the young policeman who had graduated less than two years ago straightened his face, stopped hesitating, walked over quickly, and shouted:
"What are you doing? It's after school, and you don't go home. Aren't you afraid of encountering danger outside?"
"Or do you have no homework today?"
The children who were originally fascinated by it were called out by him and came back to their senses.
Zhu Hongmiao made the last blow and said:
"Can you afford the things here with that little money?"
"Wouldn't it be better to buy some ice cream snacks with that little pocket money?"
"Besides, what are you doing here if you don't go home? Have you finished your homework? Have you memorized the English words? Have you done well in the exam?"
The children were stunned, and then they dispersed.
The old man couldn't help but pause.
This is the ultimate move passed down from generation to generation.
The policeman curled his lips, then squatted down, blocking the old man's view of the children, and said with a smile: "These naughty kids, they are still strolling outside so late, and they are not afraid of their families being worried. They can't afford the things you have, and they are surrounding here, which will only disrupt your business."
"I am quite interested in your things."
"How about it, boss, can you introduce some to me?"
Zhu Hongmiao stared at the things on the stall, saw some ancient books, bells, and a bronze plate with inscriptions and taotie patterns. He smiled and planned to buy time, let his colleagues surround the old man, and then take him down.
The old man glanced at him with his cloudy eyes and said slowly: "There is indeed something suitable for the guests."
He took out a geisha doll with black hair, a hair ornament on the top of the head, wearing a twelve-piece kimono, and a dignified look. His face was solemn and he said:
"Please look."
Zhu Hongmiao looked at the geisha doll, and somehow, he was dazed, but he didn't care.
His left hand silently sent a message to his colleagues to surround him, and his right hand had already touched the handle of the gun.
After silently counting seven numbers in his heart.
Zhu Hongmiao suddenly pulled out his gun, facing the old man in front, with a vigilant look, and said that sentence: "Police, raise your hands!" Almost all of his colleagues, one by one, special combatants who had initially completed the popularization of extraordinary practice appeared, surrounded the old man, and the weapons in their hands were ready to fire at any time.
Among them, there were colleagues who came from the Taoist sect, and they had already activated the talisman.
Zhu Hongmiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, he caught this guy who had been doing evil for many years and was as slippery as a loach. He stared at him carefully, intending to rush up and take down the old man, but the old man just smoked his pipe slowly, as if it was not him who was surrounded, but these police officers, full of calm arrogance.
His eyes were dim, and the white smoke of the pipe rose.
Zhu Hongmiao gritted his teeth. Such a dangerous person must not be let go. In the current situation, he fired directly and aimed at the opponent's thigh. With one shot, the old man was unharmed. Zhu Hongmiao was stunned, and the white smoke of the pipe rose like smoke and fog, making him dazed.
When he woke up, he found that he was still squatting, and his palm could not touch the handle of the gun.
The sunset slowly darkened, the sunset glow was like blood, the weather was sultry and real, and the cicadas were calling listlessly.
He looked up in a hurry. Zhu Hongmiao found that the bodies of the other colleagues who were visible to him were stiff, as if they were trapped in a nightmare. He felt a tingling sensation on his back. He subconsciously lowered his head and happened to see the delicate and dignified geisha doll. She seemed to be smiling, with long hair falling to her waist. She was wearing a twelve-piece kimono and looked at him.
Zhu Hongmiao had an illusion that he was in a high position, but the other party looked at him as if he was looking down on him.
Then, his body lost control.
Zhu Hongmiao felt cold in his heart.
What is this... a demon? Or a spirit?
The old man knocked on his pipe and said leisurely: "You have come here again. It seems that we can't stay here. It seems that Shenzhou has begun to popularize cultivation. This time the speed is much faster than before. It's a pity that I can't kill you, otherwise it will really cause a big trouble..."
He said to the geisha doll respectfully:
"God, please erase their memories."
Erase memories?
Zhu Hongmiao was stunned, and then he became angry.
He finally knew why the other party could walk freely without being noticed. The other party was cautious, but on the other hand, the military and police began to popularize the stable practice method recently. The old generation before could only rely on their experience in solving cases and their tenacity to pursue them relentlessly, spending a lot of time to investigate bit by bit, and finally found the other party.
Then the memory of this period of time was wiped out.
This was almost a dimensionality reduction attack, contemptuous and arrogant.
Moreover, the gods...
It turned out to be gods. No wonder they could perform such a large-scale control illusion and control memory. Zhu Hongmiao was both surprised and unwilling. He gritted his teeth and glared at the white light and the silk threads rushing towards his seven orifices, hoping to at least remember the word gods, so that he could have some clues later.
At this time.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong.
The crisp sound of bells rang.
Another person appeared in this alley.
The old man paused, and even the white light was delayed for a moment, and Zhu Hongmiao was able to turn his pupils and look to the side.
A blue shared bicycle rode in slowly.
Then it stopped in front of the stall.
It was an ordinary person.
......
The young man in a light-colored shirt got off the bike, and locked the shared bicycle first to prevent the free single use time of the monthly card from exceeding.
He smiled politely at Zhu Hongmiao next to him, and then squatted down.
Zhu Hongmiao stared at him with wide eyes, anxious in his heart, and kept trying to signal, hoping that the other party could notice that the atmosphere here was wrong and leave quickly. After all, for him, he had an identity, and the other party only dared to tamper with his memory, but for this ordinary person, he might not be so afraid.
But the young man obviously didn't understand his eyes.
Turning his head, he smiled politely at the boss and said, "I'm just looking around, old man."
Zhu Hongmiao was anxious, but he realized that there were gods and an old man who didn't know the depth of the place. It might be too late for an ordinary person to leave now. He felt powerless and angry for a moment. The young man stretched out his hand and looked at the bronze plate on the stall, and his fingers swept across the Taotie pattern.
At this time.
The white silk emitted by the geisha doll had spread out like a spider web, passing through the air and spreading to Zhu Hongmiao's eyebrows, but at this moment, the young man stretched out his hand and held the bronze plate in his hand, smiling and saying, "I've seen it, I want this bronze plate, and this..."
The young man stretched out his hand and directly blocked the many silk threads.
Pointed at the geisha doll and said, "I want this thing too."
Thing?
Zhu Hongmiao was stunned. As expected, the old man's eyes overflowed with a trace of anger, but he was still able to suppress it.
But the young man showed off his knowledge and said to Zhu Hongmiao casually:
"Do you know that this twelve-piece dress is the most solemn dress in Fusang. It is often worn by noble ladies and during sacrifices. In fact, another name is the five-piece Tang dress, which is improved from the Tang dress. From the name, we know that it is made to imitate the Tang Dynasty dress, but I didn't expect it to be worn until now."
"And I changed the name specifically."
Hearing the contempt in his tone, the old man finally got angry. The white silk thread emitted from the geisha doll sank into the palm of the young man's hand. The old man sang in a low voice: "Life for fifty years is like a dream and an illusion, all of which are illusions..."
The divinity on the geisha doll is good at illusions, illusions, and it is bound by memory and the past. It is a self-proclaimed first-class illusion. Wei Yuan smiled and overlooked the geisha doll, allowing the strands of divinity to overflow into the surface of his true spirit.
The core is protected by the previously written decree.
The old man was indifferent, Zhu Hongmiao was unwilling, but in the sight, the white silk thread suddenly stiffened and stagnated, as if solidified. Wei Yuan slightly closed his eyes, and the past memories were stirred up again like a torrent deep in the water. The divinity on the geisha doll saw the picture that Wei Yuan deliberately showed at this moment.
That is Fusang wood.
The young warrior looked at the giant tree growing on the earth, which was a collection of divinity of an archipelago.
Beside him, the man who was known as the first alchemist in Shenzhou said:
"If you want to cast the elixir of immortality, you must use immortal things as materials."
So the young man slowly drew out the Great Qin war sword behind him. In the storm, thunder and howling waves, the sword in his hand pointed forward, the rain washed the sword body, the iron eagle on the hilt flapped its wings, shuttled through the wind and thunder, and the Great Qin warriors in black armor rushed to the land.
Divinity is extremely powerful.
But it is impossible to be more powerful than the six countries.
The divinity of a mere overseas archipelago.
It is impossible to be stronger than the romantic Chu, the unparalleled Zhao in cavalry and archery, or the brave Wei.
And all these countries fell under the sword of the Qin Dynasty.
In the end, they paid a considerable effort and price, and finally cut down the original divinity. When the huge sacred tree was cut off by the Qin Dynasty's sword, the sound was like thunder in the sky, rumbling across the earth and the sky, but in the ears of the Qin Dynasty's elite soldiers, it was just another enemy, another defeat, and another wailing.
From the results, there is no difference.
Who the enemy is is the least important thing.
This didn't even change their faces.
Just like when cutting down trees, there will be wood chips flying out, and the scattered fragments of divinity will flee in a hurry, because they have to avoid the Qin Dynasty's elite soldiers, they rush to various places in a hurry, and they don't even dare to gather again.
The Qin warriors were determined to collect the slightly larger divinities to ensure the maximum effect of alchemy.
So they had no choice but to rush in regardless of what was in front of them, combining with those mundane things, exhausting their spirituality and losing their original nobility, so as to avoid being caught in one fell swoop.
Therefore, the divinities that should have gathered naturally were completely dispersed into a pool of loose sand, and there was no possibility of reunion. One of the slightly larger divinities ran to the distance and flew over the leading boy. The blood and injuries made him pale, but his black hair was tied with a red cloth and danced in the wind.
The divinity saw his cold and narrow eyes, like a blade out of its sheath, indifferently sweeping over itself.
Then the five fingers opened and grabbed towards itself.
At this time, the sunset glow on the horizon suddenly dimmed, and then the street lights came on, illuminating the memory.
Those eyes, like a flapping eagle shooting down the sky, then softened, the original black armor suddenly collapsed, turned into a light-colored shirt, combat boots turned into sneakers, only the eyes and the jade pendant on the waist did not change.
The divinity trembled slightly.
The young man looked at Him, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.
It was like the nightmare of the past, like the wild battlefield that only existed in mythology has come again.
That was the last glorious era of the Age of Gods. The sharp warriors of the Great Qin sang the Qin style and suppressed the six countries, while the distant Rome conquered the entire territory of Sicily. The gods gradually disappeared in history, and the young warriors of the Great Qin Black Ice Platform came with swords.
In this modern twenty-first century, the young man with short hair that is slightly long, fluffy and messy, and the hair ends seem to have the breath of sunshine, smiled and stretched out his hand, with five fingers slightly open, reaching out to the geisha doll, and the cold look in his eyes is the same as that year.
The action of reaching out appeared in reality and in the nightmare that the divinity could not forget at the same time.
The ancient warrior and the modern youth, both of them had the same action, one real and one imaginary, gradually overlapping and finally merging into one.
"Long time, no see..."
He smiled and said:
"Ah, let me ask you a question."
"Do you think I'm dead?"