Chen Kuang's wrists trembled as he flipped the spatula and carefully paid attention to the heat of the scrambled tomatoes and eggs.
Holding the phone to one side, he waited for the call to come through.
"Du - Hello, this is the Public Security Command Center, please speak."
Soft, melodious, formulaic female voice.
Ah……
Chen Kuang smiled, turned off the gas stove, and poured the tomato scrambled eggs into the plate.
Picking up a pair of chopsticks and a plate, he walked into the living room and placed them gently on the coffee table.
He sat down on the sofa.
Probably hearing laughter, the operator hesitated: "Hello, what can I do for you?"
Chen Kuang picked up a pair of chopsticks and tasted the tomato scrambled eggs. It was full of color, aroma and flavor. It was indeed the most perfect meal he had made so far. His mood, which had been somewhat empty, suddenly improved.
"Do you like tomato scrambled eggs?"
he asks.
"...Sir, you will be detained for making malicious calls to the public security number."
"Uh, let me ask casually, it's not that serious, right? I really have something going on."
"Please explain the situation as soon as possible."
"Okay... I want to surrender. I killed three people."
"What?"
Chen Kuang lowered his head and glanced. All his clothes below the waist were soaked in dark red, and his trouser legs were particularly wet. When he was walking around cooking just now, blood stains were spread all over the floor.
On the sofa and the floor next to them, there were a middle-aged man and two young men.
The three of them had already fallen asleep, falling into a baby-like sleep.
Chen Kuang felt dizzy due to lack of oxygen. He reported a list of addresses and leaned back:
"You should know why soon...I posted everything online. Regarding a murder case seventeen years ago, there is no point in deleting it. Someone will help me spread it...ahem...ha...
…”
"Sir? Sir?!"
Chen Kuang pressed his thumb and hung up the phone.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and a fishy sweetness filled his throat.
The lung seems to have been punctured...
Suffocated, sinking into darkness.
…
In the year 1135 of Cangyuan, Liang was destroyed by Zhou.
The black-armored army broke through Liangdu, and the Liang Emperor, including the general Huo Hengxuan, captured more than 2,600 people in the palace that day and were imprisoned in the Liangdu Sky Prison.
The dark prison was located underground, with oil lamps lit only every one foot in the corridor.
The dull and humid air, the strong smell of rot and fishy smell, even the fire seemed to be dying.
The soldier who temporarily acted as a jailer opened the thick iron cell door at the end, letting in a bit of cold wind and rain from the outside world, allowing the air to flow.
"Walk faster! Do you think you are a general?! Come in!"
"Snapped!"
The corps leader Li Erhuang scolded and kicked the disheveled old man into the cell.
The old man's hands and feet were cut off, and the chains were pierced through his bones, leaving his flesh and blood a mess.
"Ahem...uh...cough..."
The old man lay on the ground and coughed weakly. His whole body was covered in bruises, and the wounds were deep enough to show the bones.
He tried to get up, but he had no arms or legs, so he slipped on the dirt on the ground.
The soldiers laughed one after another.
Li Erhuang took out a steamed bun from the lunch box in his hand and threw it on the old man's head.
The shriveled buns jumped and rolled to the side, scattering crumbs all over the floor.
When the old man saw the steamed bun, he immediately crawled over to it, picked it up with trembling wrists, and wolfed it down until he almost choked.
"Hahaha, good! Mr. Li's throw is really accurate!"
"What Daliang Killer God is like, he really looks like a dog!"
The jailers had enough of teasing, so they continued to distribute steamed buns.
In the next cell, there is a palace musician.
Before the city was destroyed, Emperor Liang was still enjoying singing and dancing in Jinghe Hall!
This musician was also unlucky. After the Emperor Liang was defeated, his colleagues were killed, and he was paralyzed by fear. He fell into a fever and coma in prison for three full days.
Li Erhuang thought, since he had been unconscious for three days without drinking water, the musician should have died.
Just in time to collect the body...
Unexpectedly, when he walked to the cell door, he saw a young man in rough white linen clothes standing upright in the center of the cell, half-covered in the dim light, with a pair of eyes as stunning as cold stars.
At first glance, he even looks like a life-threatening ghost in a storybook!
Li Erhuang was immediately startled and shouted:
"Are you a human or a ghost?!"
"Captain Li, what are you talking about?" "Isn't this the same blind man? Where is the ghost?" The soldiers were confused.
——The palace musicians have a chance to see the secrets of the palace, and blindness can increase hearing sensitivity, so they must be blind since childhood.
Li Erhuang took a closer look and saw that the young man lowered his head. His thin face had faintly handsome outlines, but his eyes were empty and unfocused. Sure enough, he was still the blind man.
This man is actually still alive, but looking at his stunned look, he might have been burned to death!
"Huh..." He breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard his subordinates snickering, and he felt angry for a moment.
"Hey, blind man, come over and eat!"
Li Er Huang Bangbang knocked on the railing and saw the young man slowly walking over.
He rolled his eyes, spit on the bun in his hand, and then handed it out.
When the soldiers behind him saw him, they all winked and laughed.
Obviously, for them, teasing this "blind man" is also a great pleasure.
Although I expected that when I opened my eyes again, I would either be in the hospital or in a prison cell, I didn't expect it to be in this way...
Chen Kuang lowered his eyes, and there were a few lines of small words hanging in the lower right corner of his field of vision.
If you don't look carefully, you might even think it's an illusion.
[You have digested the longevity medicine and obtained the passive "Meat Ganoderma": your flesh and blood can be regenerated almost infinitely, and is comparable to the essence of heaven and earth. Eating it can prolong life and cure diseases. ]
[Your eye disease is completely cured, and you gain the passive "Seeing Fire": your vision is greatly enhanced, and at the same time, you can see through all illusions and disguises. ]
[You have nothing to do all day long, except eating and sleeping. You are like a pure child, and you have obtained the passive "fetal breath method": Taoism is natural, born from inaction, and every breath you take is a cycle of breathing in and out of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. 】
[You successfully condensed the first Qi point, reached the ninth-level pulse opening state, and obtained the passive "Acupoint Reverse Chaos": all your acupuncture points are disordered and reversed, completely different from ordinary people.]
This is what he traveled through time with...Goldfinger.
One will record the events he experiences every day and turn it into a passive status bar.
Although his life has been relatively boring in recent years, he still reads novels to pass the time and quickly accepted the reality.
And another memory.
He has the same name and surname. When he was six years old, his family was poor and he was blinded by his parents. He was sold to a musician as an apprentice in exchange for a bushel of rice.
A bucket of rice...
In this era, it can barely feed a family of three for a month.
Entering the palace, it was silent, and finally received a compliment from Emperor Liang, thinking that hope had finally come.
Then...the country was destroyed.
Chen Kuang frowned, he had no memory of the so-called "immortality medicine".
In my memory, only he and a group of musicians were summoned by Emperor Liang to perform in Jinghe Hall.
After the song ended, Emperor Liang gave him some wine, and he drank it...
Then, there is no more.
When he opened his eyes again, he was pinned to the ground by the Zhou soldiers who broke into the palace.
All around, the body parts of other musicians lay scattered on the ground...
Above the main hall, Emperor Liang sat crookedly on the dragon chair, his head gone.
The original person was paralyzed by fear, had a fever for three days in prison, and died on the spot. This gave Chen Kuang a chance to be reborn.
"You damn blind man, have you really turned into a fool?!"
Li Erhuang cursed a few words.
Chen Kuang then stretched out his hand, pretended to fumble for it, and took the steamed bun expressionlessly.
His eyes fell on the sticky yellow phlegm dripping from the bun, he paused, and slowly tore off the bun head.
The soldiers went to the next room...
There are two cells, one large and one small, with Mrs. Liang Guo and the little princess.
The ill-intentioned men gathered around and played around for a while, seeming to have some scruples and not daring to take action.
The beautiful Mrs. Liang would rather die than obey, and in the end only got half a steamed bun. When the soldiers left, she hugged the four-year-old little princess and cried sadly.
I don't know how long she cried. Her expression changed several times. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and looked outside the cell with a dead look in her eyes.
The little princess was so hungry that she grabbed the steamed bun and ate it.
But because my teeth were changing, it was very difficult to chew. After chewing for a long time, I only got the scalp wet.
She looked up and saw the tears on the woman's face, reluctantly broke off a piece, handed it to Mrs. Liang Guo, and wiped her tears with her small palm.
"Mom, you eat, don't cry."
Her expression was serious: "I'll stop crying when I'm full."
Mrs. Liang Guo was startled and swallowed subconsciously. Then she shook her head, smiled and said softly: "Ying'er is good, mother is not hungry..."
"Snapped!"
Mrs. Liang Guo was stunned when she saw a steamed bun with a bumpy surface rolling over.
"Here you go."
She turned her head and could only see the young man half sitting in the darkness, his expression unclear.
ps: Gou, but not very Gou, longevity, but not typical longevity
