"This is what Professor Ans from your school, Comrade 'Inspector', gave to me." Mr. Cat said, "You will never guess what this hatchet is..."
"I know." Wang Xu said. He stood up, picked up the hatchet, got into position, glared, and pointed at the knife: "Youdao was made by the swordsmith, Ou Yezi made it, Guan Erye
Use it to pass the five levels, and the green-faced beast will be imprisoned because of it. It blows off hair and breaks hair, sells gold and jade, and kills people without blood! If any of you here have a problem that you can’t get rid of, or an enemy that you can’t fight, buy me one to play with, eh
~You are taking revenge out of vengeance, vengeance out of grievance..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Cat grabbed the hatchet and knocked him to the ground with one punch. The world became pure...
"So... I won't let you guess." Mr. Cat cleared his throat: "The appearance of this thing is an extremely terrible omen."
"What cup size?" Wang Xu asked as he got up.
Then he was knocked to the ground again.
"Only the Inspector and the Regent can sense the location of this kind of item. This time Ans found it first. Judging from his expression when he handed the knife to me, it didn't look like he was joking." Mr. Cat replaced the knife.
Returning to the table: "I only found out after listening to Ans. It turns out that in the history of the world, such items have appeared countless times, and each time they would cause some earth-shattering events, or even change the pattern of history." He
He touched his chin and said: "It seems that the self-healing mechanism of our time and space is very perfect. When correcting the historical process, in addition to relying on 'people', we can also rely on 'things'."
Qi Bing said: "Can you make it simpler?"
Mr. Cat walked to the sofa and sat down, sighing: "I did ask Ans to tell me the names of some historical figures who were implicated in such 'items'." He picked up the leftover coffee on the coffee table and drank it.
After taking two sips: "For example, let's take King Wu of Qin..."
Wang Xu stood up again: "I know this man! His name is 'Yingdang'!"
Master Mao looked at him with contempt: "You are so excited... If you have the guts, go to the city hall and go through the procedures to change his name." He didn't give Wang Xu a chance to refute, and just went about his own business.
He continued: "It is said that Brother Yingdang was born with supernatural powers. He liked to find some strong men to play weightlifting competitions with him, and he also made many such strong men high officials. When he was twenty-two years old,
, there was a weightlifting competition with a strongman named Meng. There was no such thing as a barbell at that time, so they just chose a thing called the 'Longwen Red Cauldron'. Then... something very weird happened,
The man surnamed Meng finished lifting it, and it was fine. The Yingdang contestant came on stage and also lifted it. However, after lifting it, the cauldron seemed to suddenly become heavier. The pressure made him shed two lines of blood and tears, and his tibia was comminutedly fractured. He died that night.
Bye."
Wang Xu said: "Perhaps he held on hard from the beginning and was exhausted when he finally lifted the cauldron."
Mr. Cat said: "Please start from the standpoint of a person who specializes in solving supernatural incidents before putting forward hypotheses. Don't act like a physics nerd who studies string theory." He leaned back on the sofa: "We are going to use '
"Paranormal Events' theory to question everything, rather than muddle along thinking that everything is accident and coincidence."
Qi Bing said: "That means these items are almost the same as those sold in the scare box?"
"More advanced." Mr. Cat gave a decisive and precise answer: "And much more advanced. Even the things sold in the black area cannot be compared with this kind of divine thing."
Wang Xu picked up the hatchet again, tilted his neck and looked at it twice: "Is this a piece of junk?"
Mr. Cat said: "In fact, when the 'mission' of this item is completed, it will indeed become an ordinary piece of junk. But now, this guy is exuding some kind of energy that we can't see, as if to say, '
Just wait and see, I'm more terrifying than nuclear weapons."
Albert said: "I don't understand, in this case, why don't we find a place to bury it, or simply destroy it."
Master Mao did not answer his question directly, but suddenly said: "In the late Qing Dynasty, there was a ghost-catching master named He Wuji. Legend has it that this man was a perfect human being. There was no opponent for him among the monsters, ghosts and snake gods in the world. Even if he was not as good as Xinglong and Feng
As powerful as those two old monsters are, it can at least be said that this senior is the most well-known ghost hunter among the people."
"Why are you talking about that? Does this have anything to do with what's happening now?" Wang Xu asked.
Master Mao continued: "He Wuji's family was inexplicably burned to death overnight. I don't know the reason, and I'm not interested in it. Anyway, so many years have passed and I can't find out. But... I do know that He Wuji
Many years after our house was destroyed, someone built a small western-style building on that land. Later, when the Anti-Japanese War broke out, a cemetery was added next to it. And then, guess what?"
Wang Xu slapped the table: "Oh shit! So the Demon Subduing Chapter I dug up, why did Wuji hide it?"
Master Cat said: "This can explain many things. First of all, the soil on that land has been turned over countless times, whether for building houses or burying corpses. No one has ever found your broken bamboo scroll. Also, you just found it.
When I got that thing, there was an amber box outside, and there was a message from Gui Guzi on the box. This doesn't make sense using your 'common sense'. Since the Conquering Demons chapter has had another owner, the box shouldn't exist.
So the actual situation that can be inferred is that Guigu Taoism is the same as the Supreme Lord of the Rings in The Lord of the Rings, perhaps even more powerful... It can choose to let you discover it, or let you discover it, by its own will
No."
Wang Xu took over the words as if he suddenly realized: "So, whether it is buried or destroyed, it is impossible, right! The original death list was like this too!"
Mr. Cat said: "This hatchet is likely to be of the same level as the Death List, so El, your suggestion will not work. All we can do is to wait for the incident to happen, and at the same time be prepared to avoid any losses."
Keep it to a minimum.”
Qi Bing said: "We just put it on the table and take turns staring at it 24 hours a day. Unless it suddenly flies towards our faces, what damage can it cause?"
Mr. Cat shook his head: "I don't know. You can send me a text message when you three come out with the test." After saying this, he actually turned around and left.
Wang Xu rushed to the door and blocked it in an instant: "What are you doing?! Are you leaving such a dangerous thing here?! Just pat your butt and leave?!"
"Well..." He seemed to really think about it, and then replied: "That's right."
Wang Xu: "That's right! How do you want us to handle it?"
"That's your business." Mr. Cat continued to walk out the door: "Or do you want to write your own paper?"
Wang Xu looked back at the hatchet on the table, and then at the pile of religious books next to him. He stared with bloodshot eyes: "Don't force me..."
"I'm not forcing you..." Mr. Cat's eyes became extremely gloomy: "I also promised to help you write your paper. Don't you think I have become very kind recently?"
A chill ran from Wang Xu's heels to the top of his head, and he thought to himself: Yes...this guy even helped me write my thesis. With his style of eating people without spitting out their bones, if he really wants to force me to do something, he probably can
There are seven hundred and eighty-four ways to kill me.
When Wang Xu came to his senses, Mr. Cat had already left. So the three of them returned to the table and gathered together. This time they were not studying the religious conspiracies and dictatorships of Europe in the fifteenth century, but staring at the thing.
