"Who are you? Why do you dare to conspire with others to attack Captain Jingyesi?" He Shilan was cured by Qin Yuelou's skillful hands and kindheartedness, and was interrogating the middle-aged man who made the candy man.
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But this middle-aged man remained silent.
"Don't you think I dare not abuse lynching?" Although He Shilin's face remained unchanged, his tone was full of cruelty.
After all, he was almost killed, how could he not be cruel?
Although he heard He Shilin's words, the middle-aged man still didn't speak.
He Shilin did what he said, so he grabbed the middle-aged man's hair, placed pieces of straw paper on the man's face, and then sprayed water on the straw paper.
Making noodles with gold paper, also known as rain pouring plum blossoms, is a torture of suffocation, but this suffocation occurs slowly and gradually, which is not only uncomfortable but also psychologically damaging.
And because the nano-gu cut off the signal from the spinal cord, the middle-aged man was unable to move and could only let He Shiran do what he did.
"Lao He, forget it." Qin Yuelou uncovered the gold paper, "Killing can only be done with a nod, there is no need to use torture."
"Old Qin, you are kind-hearted and will leave when you have to, but if you dare to attack and kill an important official of the imperial court, this is no longer a matter of evading the death penalty. If I lynch you, no one will say anything." He Shilin said.
"Forget it, let me help you. He won't tell you, but there will always be a reason." Qin Yuelou said, and the proliferating nano-gu also crawled along the spinal cord and into the brain.
The basic process of memory generation is composed of three links: memorization, retention, recall and recognition, and these three links are also related to neurotransmitters in the brain, new synapses, and important parts such as the hippocampus.
The purpose of nanogu entering the middle-aged man's brain is to obtain memories.
First of all, Nano Gu is a strange Gu insect with half real energy, mana, and half material mechanical structure. It has the ability to proliferate and also has many wonderful uses, because the half material mechanical structure is a nanomechanical insect, and it also has biological intelligence.
brain, so it is equivalent to a kind of collective intelligence.
And it also has the ability to memorize and store information, which is the origin of those edible cheats. By reversely operating it, you can also obtain other people's memories, or even play with and tamper with other people's memories.
The nanogu bugs copied and pasted the middle-aged man's memory in every detail, then started splicing it together in chronological order, and finally submitted the memory file for upload.
Qin Yuelou, who controls the nano-gu, also uses these nano-gu to build a cluster network, and hundreds of millions of biological brains are also processing these memories.
So it was equivalent to Qin Anyi browsing the middle-aged man's life memories up to now in an instant.
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"Little mute, little mute, why don't you speak?" All the children in the village made fun of Ba Xiaochuan.
Even if Ba Xiaochuan is ten years old, he will still be bullied.
"I...can...speak...no...am...mute." Ba Xiaochuan, who was amused, stammered in retort.
"Little stammer, little stammer, why are you talking in such a concise manner?" Children of this age are not shy about releasing the malice in their hearts.
Children at this age will always isolate themselves or take pleasure in someone because they are different from ordinary people, and they will never tire of releasing their malice.
After Ba Xiaochuan heard this, he fell silent again. He was stammering and couldn't refute, so he could only endure it.
"Little mute, little mute... Oops!"
The leading child was still scolding, but was hit on the foot by a stone.
"You scold me again? I'll hit you again! Get away!" A female doll with a long hairdo ran over with a stone in her hand. Although the female doll had delicate features, she had a large black birthmark on her face, covering it up.
He has most of his face and a fiery temper. He is about eleven or twelve years old and has only one sick mother at home.
"Wow, wow, wow, it's ugly girl Yang Nianxi, oops!" The leading child started to curse again, but was almost hit in the mouth by a stone.
"You scold again? I'll break your legs right away!" Yang Nianxi continued to scold. At a young age, he looked a bit aggressive, but this aggressiveness seemed to be to protect others.
"Ba Xiaochuan, are you okay?" Yang Nianxi asked Ba Xiaochuan.
"I...have nothing...what about you?" Ba Xiaochuan asked Yang Nianxi stammering.
"I'm fine. If you are bullied again in the future, just call me. Just hurry up and call, Yang Xi, Yang Xi." Yang Nianxi patted Ba Xiaochuan on the shoulder and said.
"Okay." Ba Xiaochuan nodded.
Spring passed and autumn came, Wang He, the child who used to scold others, also grew up and knew what is right and wrong. Therefore, he no longer hurt others as he did before. Instead, he became friends with Ba Xiaochuan, and they talked to each other when there was nothing wrong.
Go play in the yard of Ba Xiaochuan's house.
"Brother Xiaochuan, tell me, can Sister Daxi get married?" Wang He asked Ba Xiaochuan.
Ba Xiaochuan, who is 15 years old this year, only studies making clay figures and sugar figures. The clay figures he makes are lifelike. He carries a burden to sell clay figures in the market every day to support his family and still has money left over. This shows that he has many clay figures.
Exquisite, after all, good products are not afraid of not being sold.
"I...don't...don't...don't...know." Ba Xiaochuan shook his head.
Wang He looked at Ba Xiaochuan and sighed.
"Brother Xiaochuan, if you didn't stutter, you should probably get married by now." Wang He continued to ask.
"I..." Ba Xiaochuan hesitated, thinking of that ugly girl back then, and smiled, but he was holding a clay figurine in his hand, which looked a little like that ugly girl back then.
But he suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness deep in his heart, a trance like a wave sweeping over him, and he seemed to sense something.
Wang He's words in his ears also became elongated and distorted like echoes,
The clay figurine in his hand also fell to the ground.
"Yang Xi! Yang Xi! Yang Xi!"
Ba Xiaochuan ran out and looked for Yang Nianxi everywhere, but in the end he only found Yang Xi's body hanging from a beam in Yang Xi's house.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Her mother was lying on the bed disheveled, silent, and seemed to be struggling before she died.
But an idle green man in the village fell to the ground in a pool of blood with a pair of scissors stuck in his back.
Ba Xiaochuan, who had always stuttered, pronounced three words in full, which was also the name of the ugly girl.
Ba Xiaochuan seemed to have been drained of all his strength, but he still ran under Yang Nianxi's already cold body and lifted Yang Nianxi up.
"Help!"
"Help!"
"Help!"
A little stutterer is never a little mute,
The iron tree outside the door is blooming,
The blood in Little Stammer's heart was also ticking.
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"Ah!!!" Ba Xiaochuan was fixed to the door panel, and the wood in his mouth was chewed out with layers of teeth marks.
The abbot of the temple on the mountain outside the small village clasped his hands together and sighed at the villagers who cared about Ba Xiaochuan.
"He's not crazy, he's hateful."
"Hate? Who does he hate? He has always been a good child." Ba Xiaochuan's mother looked sad and wiped tears.
"Oh, he hates himself for being so incompetent."
"Master, can Brother Xiaochuan be saved like this?" Wang He asked the abbot.
"Heart disease requires heart medicine. This is also his calamity. In my opinion, let him be a monk who jumps over the wall. Buddha will always save him."
"Jumping over the wall" is a ritual common to both Buddhism and Taoism. Children with poor health or children who have been criticized for "defying their parents" are often used to "jump over the wall".
For example, a person enters a temple to become a monk due to poor health or bad health, and then after the ceremony is completed, he climbs over the wall and leaves the temple, but his old name cannot be used. The first thing he hears when he comes out is his name.
's new name.
It means that the person with the old name has made a wish to become a monk, and a paper figure with his name written on it is left in the temple to become a monk on his behalf.
Then the person with the new name can escape from the bad situation and live a normal life. On every Lunar New Year or religious festival, or when there is a grand Dharma gathering, he can go with his parents to the place where he jumps over the wall to rejoice.
Ba Xiaochuan's parents ran around preparing things. A rich family would bring a live donkey to the temple to replace the children who jumped over the wall to do hard work in the temple, while a poor family would make a paper donkey.
After the people in the temple completed the ceremony, Ba Xiaochuan also put on a white robe, which was rags that Ba Xiaochuan's mother begged from various houses in the village.
Ba Xiaochuan's hands were tied with ropes, and he no longer bit the wood in his mouth, but just held the clay figure in his hands stupidly.
The clay figurine was eight points like Yang Nianxi, but he didn't make out the birthmark, so two points were missing. He didn't dare to make out the birthmark.
He was afraid that after the birthmark was pinched out... he would think of that day.
I will think of my incompetent self.
Ba Xiaochuan's father smoked a cigarette and placed the stool under the courtyard wall. The wrinkles on his face did not relax at all.
The abbot put the walker's ring on Ba Xiaochuan, and then removed the rope from Ba Xiaochuan's hand.
Ba Xiaochuan looked at the clay figurine blankly.
"Xiaochuan, come back as soon as you find the name." The clay figurine seemed to say this to him again.
Ba Xiaochuan jumped out of the wall like crazy.
"Xiaochuan! Come back when you find the name!" My father, mother, sisters, brothers, and fellow villagers all shouted.
And his figure is getting further and further away.
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He looked at the clay figure, walking non-stop on the road,
There was no one on the road, and he couldn't find his name.
He listened to the birds flying and chirping in the woods.
He listened to the slow, rustling sound of the mountain stream.
He watched the clouds in the sky gather and disperse, and the wind blow again.
It seems that the heaven, earth, nature and all things are fighting for a new name for him, but no one is willing to give him a name.
Finally, he saw an old man fishing by the lake.
The old man was quiet, and so was he.
After waiting for a long time, the fish never took the bait. Although the old man was extremely focused, he turned his head and looked at him.
The old man looked at him in despair, and then at the clay figurine in his hand.
"Love is gone." The old man said this sentence for some reason.
"Love separation, love separation, love separation..." He repeated his name.
"Young man, what's your name? But what's the sad thing?" Looking at his appearance, the old man asked.
"Love separation, I have." He answered succinctly.
"You? Love separation?" The old man looked at him playfully.
"Ai Farewell... Me! Me! Me!" Ai Farewell yelled at the top of his lungs.
"You are not worthy of this name yet, but you can learn from me, but I will only teach you for one year. It's up to you what you can learn." The old man smiled.
"You?" Ai Bibie looked at the old man.
"I can't let it go." The old man picked up the fishing rod.
There was no fishhook, but a fish-body and human-faced monster with arms was caught. The fish-body and human-faced monster was put into the fish basket.
"Let's go, Aibi." The old man said, patting Aibi's shoulder.
But his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, looking at the other side.
Watching this memory, Qin Yuelou felt as if he was being watched by the old man in this memory.
But then the old man turned around, and a large section of his memory seemed to have been deleted, leaving only the memory of the man in front of him called "Love Farewell", who made clay figurines every day.
These clay figurines all have the appearance of that ugly girl, but none of them has a birthmark.
In the end, he switched from making clay figures to making sugar figures.
Because of Sugar Man, there can be more colors.
He found the name, but it was the name that someone else was using, so he didn't quite find the name.
Therefore, he did not go back.
Twenty-five years ago, I didn’t go back.
Farewell of love, separation of life or separation of death?
Then he came to Yuhang, making and selling candy figures on the streets of Yuhang.
When he couldn't give up studying, he only learned how to move stars and change fights. For twenty-five years, he only practiced moving stars and change fights.
But he has never really moved the stars.
After that, he became a transit point for raids and attacks.
Why did it become a transfer station? This part of the memory has also been deleted and cannot be seen.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although a person was caught alive, it seemed to be of no use at all.
The memory browsing is completed in an instant.
Qin Yuelou looked at the separation of love in front of him, feeling a little pitiful in his heart.
"It's useless, the memory has been deleted, and torture can't bring out anything, unless his memory is retrieved." Qin Yuelou shook his head, "But, he may be a person who suffered a hard life."
"Tsk, it's better to leave the headache to those professionals. Jiu Kusheng is an organization that is too difficult to catch." He Shilin said, but then he thought of something.
"Wait a minute, since you said he might be a member of Jiu Kusheng and played an important part in the attack on me, does that mean there are other people from Jiu Kusheng in Yu Hangli?"
"Hmm... It's not impossible..." Qin Yuelou looked at Ai Farewell with compassion in his heart, "But before you hand him over, I'll let him... have a false and beautiful dream.
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"How do you say it?" He Shilin asked Qin Yuelou.
"When I looked at his memory, I saw his past." Qin Yuelou said, and then told He Shilin everything.
"So what if the past was miserable? Didn't he still participate in attacking and killing important officials of the imperial court? That's just the pity of a murderable person." There is nothing wrong with He Shilin's words.
So Qin Yuelou didn't force it, and in fact He Shilin's tone couldn't help but soften a little.
"Just...forget it, I'm going out first, I still have to recover from my injuries." He Shilin said with one eye open and one closed, and then teased Qin Yuelou,
"They say doctors heal people and diseases. I don't know that you can also heal the heart. Maybe you can heal the world in the future."
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