Li Fusheng was taken to a sealed room, and we stayed outside to wait. The rest was left to Dorji, the great wizard in Tibetan areas. Dorji had a very unique personality and acted very strangely. He did not directly
He went to find Li Fusheng, but instead walked around in circles outside the house, muttering something that no one could understand.
"Don't be surprised, this old ghost is like this." Zhao Yingjun seemed to have gotten used to it, picking his nose and looking aside: "To be honest, I'm still very anxious. What's going on with that guy? Mr. Zheng, I'm not talking about you.
If that uncle of yours hadn't caused these things, Old Ghost Duoji might have already taken care of this guy."
"What does this have to do with me?" I was already feeling unhappy, but Zhao Yingjun's mention of this made me even more irritated.
"It's just talk, why take it seriously." Zhao Yingjun quickly turned his head to look at Duoji.
Jin Ping Mei stood there without saying a word. Ever since Zhang Qiao said those words to me, whether I believed it or not, I had more or less special views and precautions against Jin Ping Mei.
"Actually, it's really not appropriate for you to let that person go." Jin Pingmei spoke. Zhang Qiao had already left without a trace. He said these words now, which made me think it was an afterthought.
"What? That's my friend. He has nothing wrong with him. Many things are not what he wants."
"That's not what I meant." Jin Pingmei sighed very softly and said, "Have you ever thought that Lao Zhao and Duoji rushed over and dispersed those people, and the leader ran away without a trace.
Not to mention, most of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals below also escaped. Why couldn't your friend escape? But we caught him? "
"What do you mean?" When I thought about it, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. Zhang Qiao could not dominate the situation, but his identity was completely different from those below. He was just a character. He was not injured at all.
, and we had few people at the time, so we couldn’t pursue and search all the way to find out all the enemies.[
Maybe I didn't pay attention to these things at all, but if you think about it seriously, things are very abnormal. Zhang Qiao ran out in a hurry under our noses. He is not stupid, how could he hit the muzzle of the gun by himself? If he still
The heartless Zhang Qiao I knew before could be forgiven for making such a mistake, but he was trained by my father for so many years. If his brain was really that stupid, he would have been cracked long ago.
"Just think about it yourself." Jin Pingmei looked at me, with a touch of regret and pity in her eyes.
At that moment, I understood that Zhang Qiao was not incapable of running away. On the contrary, he seemed to want to be caught by us on purpose. For so many years, I have always regarded Zhang Qiao as a good friend, but he treated me as nothing but a good friend.
In addition to being a friend, there may be another view. He knows me very well, and he knows that even if I get caught, I will never do anything to him.
"You have seen this a long time ago, right? Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" I asked Jin Pingmei: "If you had told me before he left, I might have thanked you, but you want to mock me by saying it now.
IQ is too low?”
"No." Jin Pingmei smiled faintly and said: "If others tell you a hundred times, you may go in one ear and out the other. Only by letting yourself suffer a loss will you remember it.
lifetime."
"What kind of bullshit logic is this."
"This is my personal experience."
Jin Pingmei and I were arguing, but Duoji suddenly stopped turning and slipped into the room like a thief. Li Fusheng was still like that, sitting quietly, while Duoji jumped directly onto the stool and stared at him. The two people suddenly became a sharp contrast.
, Li Fusheng may have thought that Dorje was also very weird, and it was rare that he didn’t look at Dorje with disdain.
Duoji's back was to us, and I couldn't see the movements of his hands, but he kept chanting something, like chanting sutras. They looked at each other like this for a few minutes, and Li Fusheng suddenly started to tremble, and his eyes completely changed.
There was a cold sweat on his forehead. He was tied very tightly, but I could tell that his head might not be very comfortable, and I wanted to cover his head with his hands.
A few minutes later, there was a clang sound, and Li Fusheng fell to the ground together with the bench. Duoji immediately jumped up and circled around Li Fusheng. It was only then that I saw Duoji holding a
A small clay figurine with a strand of hair wrapped around its body.
After Li Fusheng fell to the ground, he remained in a state similar to that of an epileptic attack, twitching and shaking. Duoji seemed to be struggling. He ran in a circle for a while and then stopped, and swung the clay figurine with his hair back and forth on Li Fusheng's head.
Finally, he sat cross-legged next to Li Fusheng. Both of them looked very strange. We stood outside and watched, not even daring to show off.
I thought these wouldn't last too long, but it had been three hours since Duoji entered. Li Fusheng went from twitching to motionless, and we were afraid that Duoji would kill him. But Zhao Yingjun shook his head.
It is said that Duoji is measured and would not be so reckless.
This state lasted for seven or eight hours. When Duoji finally came out, he was dripping with sweat. The people below quickly helped Li Fusheng up. Zhao Yingjun was right, Li Fusheng was still alive and could still see with his eyes open.
The person just seemed to have a serious illness, his face was pale.
The outcome of the matter was naturally what we were most concerned about. When we returned to another room, we quickly asked Duoji. Duoji could speak a little Chinese, but his speech was quite lame. With Zhao Yingjun translating next to him, we were able to roughly figure it out.
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Duoji said that there is indeed something in Li Fusheng's mind. It is a very strange existence. Maybe someone else injected it to him a long time ago, or it may be his own fault. This is the biggest obstacle to prying into his memory.
, Duoji cannot say that there is no way at all, but forcibly plundering Li Fusheng's memory will encounter great obstacles. If it were a normal person, no matter how complicated his memory was, it would have been read for so long, but Seven
In eight hours, Duoji only found some of the most profound situations in Li Fusheng's memory.[
Duoji said that Li Fusheng's memory was different. In the first scene he could interpret, the people in Li Fusheng's memory were wearing ancient clothes. This only meant one thing. Li Fusheng's memory was from a long, long time ago.
In the beginning. This doubt confirms the results obtained by our previous exploration: Li Fusheng lived for a long time, which has exceeded the scope of life span.
Li Fusheng's memory is very messy, and the amount of information is huge. Especially if it is interpreted by someone like Duoji, who has a completely different cultural background from ours, there are many things in the memory that even Duoji himself cannot understand.
But in Dorje's narration, a very important part surprised us. Dorje said that Li Fusheng once met a king. The king was haunted by the ghost of an injustice and was very painful. In the end, Li Fusheng guided the king and he was freed.
As he said that, Zhao Yingjun glanced at me. Some things can be determined without any auxiliary evidence. The king in Li Fusheng's memory is definitely Qin Shihuang.
Li Fusheng, who was caught by us for the first time, was not bragging. He might really know how to lift the ghost curse.
"Duoji." Jin Pingmei interrupted: "Being haunted by an innocent spirit, what does that mean?"
Duoji did not answer immediately, but looked at me and then at Jin Pingmei. His eyes were very weathered, but they always made me feel eerie, as if I had been glanced at by a ghost. Then, Duoji spoke in very stiff Chinese.
We said: "That king is just like you."
"Duoji, look at this." Jin Pingmei turned me around and then took off my clothes. At this time, the black eyes behind me were very obvious. A pair of eyes almost occupied my entire back. Every time
Just thinking about it makes me shudder.
Duoji looked at it for a long time and tried to reach out and touch my back. His narrative ability may not be able to fully express his feelings, so he drew it on the paper with a pen.
I took the paper that Doji had drawn. There was a person drawn on the paper with a pair of black eyes behind his back. This was suspected to be me. On the drawing of the heart of "me", there were many little people squatting side by side. Those little people
They were as skinny as wood, like starving ghosts who had escaped from hell. There were only a few sparse hairs on their heads, and they all squatted with expressions on their faces.
"This is what's in your heart." Duoji pointed at the painting, then pointed at Jin Ping Mei, and said, "The same goes for you."
"Old ghost, stop showing off." Zhao Yingjun quickly said to Duoji: "How to break it?"
In Li Fusheng's memory, there must be a way to completely remove the ghost curse, but Duoji can't decipher it. The obstacle is serious. If he forcibly breaks through this obstacle, Li Fusheng is likely to collapse, and Duoji will not be well.
end.
"Is there nothing we can do?"
"Yes, but it can't be used." Dorje Jiligulu pointed his fingers at us. What he meant was that he could get out these things lurking in our bodies, but if the things are taken out, we will definitely die, so this method cannot
It's called a method, but it can't be used.
At this time, I placed all my hopes on the piece of paper left by Mrs. Huang, which contained the memory of the first Li Fusheng. The memories of the past ten or twenty years are the most important. I only hope that I can learn from them.
Find another way here.
The yellow paper was very well preserved and was given to Duoji. He should be able to read the memory information in it, but whether he can read it is one thing, and whether he can express it clearly is another. The person in Li Fusheng's memory, Duoji
I don't know him at all. Judging from his stinky hand, we probably wouldn't be able to recognize him even after he painted it.
But a living person will not let his urine suffocate him to death. In the end, we finally came up with an idea.