Paranormal incident investigation notes

Lu Qingliang and He Wei were both very interested in Huang Weimin's invitation, and the matter was finalized.

All things were discussed and the atmosphere finally relaxed. Huang Weimin and Lu Qingliang also finished the bottle of wine. It was only at this moment that Huang Weimin suddenly realized: "Oh, why haven't you eaten? Why am I the only one eating?"

A duck weighing four to five kilograms was almost half eaten by Huang Weimin himself. In front of him, the duck bones were almost piled up in a pile. Lu Qingliang and He Wei didn't even move their chopsticks.

I was so fascinated by listening to it and so fascinated by thinking about things that I didn't think of eating at all. Now that Huang Weimin mentioned it, both of them felt hungry.

"Eat, eat."

The two of them grabbed their chopsticks and started eating duck meat. Huang Weimin said: "It's already cold. I'll heat it up."

After heating the duck, they got steamed buns and millet and mung bean porridge, and the two finally started to eat.

Lu Qingliang was a bit confused, and his mind was still immersed in the previous story. On the contrary, He Wei was focused on dealing with duck meat.

Then Lu Qingliang saw He Wei's expression becoming more serious and solemn. It seemed like she remembered something big.

Lu Qingliang put down his chopsticks and looked serious.

"He Wei, what's wrong with you?"

He Wei put down her chopsticks, sat up straight, and looked at Lu Qingliang seriously.

"too delicious."

Lu Qingliang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"I said." He Wei almost said every word: "It's so delicious."

"Duck?"

"Yeah." He Wei nodded seriously: "I, He Wei, have been in the gourmet world. I know all the flavors and characteristics from all over the world, and I am good at all of them. Whether it is barbecue skewers in the northwest or roast goose in the south, various pastas and powders, all kinds of I know all kinds of stir-fried soups. But the stir-fried duck now tastes different from the ducks I’ve eaten elsewhere. It’s delicious.”

In disbelief, Lu Qingliang picked up another piece of duck meat and tasted it carefully.

Hmm...it's really delicious.

But I can’t tell you exactly where it tastes delicious. It seems a bit exaggerated to say that the taste of duck meat is unique in the world, right?

"You don't understand." He Wei shook his head: "What's so delicious about this duck? Only us gourmets can taste it. It has a very special aroma. This aroma soaks into the meat and combines with the meat aroma. With the sauce, it’s perfect. But I can’t describe what the aroma is.”

There are some very special aromas that cannot be described unless you taste them yourself. For example, the aroma of the precious ingredient matsutake is like this.

She looked at Huang Weimin: "Uncle Huang, how did you make this duck?"

Huang Weimin laughed heartily: "Haha, not only you, but other tourists also said that this duck is delicious. To talk about this duck, you have to look at Guilan's craftsmanship. Her family has a kind of duck that uses small fish and shrimps. , plus some sauce made from herbs, put it in when frying the duck, and you will get this fragrance."

Other tourists?

Lu Qingliang noticed these four words.

It seems that the two of them are not the first people to come to the door and want to eat duck. It's no wonder that when he mentioned to Guilan that he wanted to eat duck, Guilan didn't doubt it at all and believed it immediately.

"delicious."

He Wei praised twice and started eating fiercely again.

Obviously, this duck meat has conquered her stomach.

He Wei was extremely satisfied with this meal. After finally finishing eating, Huang Weimin locked the door, got in the car, and took the two of them to the mountain temple.

We stopped the car halfway and walked on the mountain road for a while until we arrived in front of the temple.

The temple is built on a mountain with a small river running through it. A winding dirt road extends from the bottom of the mountain to here.

The temple is not big, only about the size of a house. Opening the door, there were some melon and fruit tributes placed inside.

As Huang Weimin said, the mountain god statue enshrined here has a weird look with a big head, thick hair, and a small body. It is exactly the same as the wooden sculpture next to Huang Weimin's pig house, and it is 70-80% similar to the one seized from Sun Yong's secret room.

Lu Qingliang looked at it carefully, and his mind seemed to wander to that era hundreds of years ago. He Wei kept taking pictures with her mobile phone.

An idea, or speculation, had slowly formed in her mind. But it is not perfect at the moment and needs to be continued thinking and sorting out later.

Apart from the statues, there is nothing noteworthy about this mountain temple. He Wei did not think about finding out any clues about Organization X through the followers of this mountain god.

Early investigations showed that those people were just ordinary villagers and ordinary believers. Worshiping the mountain gods to pray for blessings and make wishes is more of a local custom, not even a belief, let alone a mysterious organization.

What is more certain is that the mysterious X organization may have something to do with the mountain gods here, but as time goes by, their formal organization must have broken away from this primitive belief and worship.

After seeing the mountain god, several people returned to Huang Weimin's home again and came to Huang Weimin's library.

This is an ordinary wing, specially set aside as a library.

Although there are no good collection conditions, it can still be seen that Huang Weimin did his best to preserve these books under the conditions allowed. For example, although there are many books, they are all neatly arranged, the room is spotless, and the books are all covered with dust-proof and moisture-proof plastic sheets, etc.

"Folk customs and traditions don't necessarily have to be protected or passed on."

Huang Weimin gently stroked these old books, as if stroking a lover, while sighing: "The times are changing and developing. It is normal for some things that cannot adapt to the times to be eliminated, and there is no need to create something like a successor. , specialized in learning this useless skill, and was offered up as a mascot.

I just feel that it is enough to record this kind of thing and let people know that this kind of thing has existed in history. After all, this is part of our culture, isn’t it?

Culture cannot just record those things that are successful and have practical significance. Without the foundation of those things that have been eliminated, how can we develop newer and better things? Only when we know how many old things have we eliminated can we appreciate the new things more, right?

Just like the market in the village - thirty years ago, the surrounding villages and towns would hold a big market next to our village every fifth, fifteenth and twenty-fifth day of the lunar month. Everyone took advantage of that time to go across the mountains and ridges to catch the market Come here, sell something and buy something. This custom has been recorded since more than 300 years ago. Of course, it’s gone now. The transportation is so convenient. If you want to buy something, you can just go to the county town and buy it anytime. Who needs to go to the market?

But this custom cannot be said to be meaningless, right? Knowing how difficult it was to buy and sell things in the past, I appreciate the current conditions and life even more. "

Huang Weimin was full of emotion.

Lu Qingliang saw a desk with a large stack of manuscripts covered with handwriting.

"Uncle Huang, what is this?"

Huang Weimin waved his hand: "I sorted out our local history, customs, legends and so on, and wrote it into a manuscript for my own entertainment."

There is no doubt that this is the work of Huang Weimin's painstaking efforts after decades of research and compilation. It's definitely not as indifferent as what he said.

"This... this is amazing." He Wei admired and asked, "Have you never thought of publishing a book?"

"Who is going to read this stuff? No publisher has provided it. However, a publisher told me that I can publish the book at my own expense, but the family conditions are not good, and Guilan is already so tired, so we can't put any more burden on her. Not talking about this, what you want is the history, customs, and legends from the Ming Dynasty to the present, right? Just wait a moment, and I will sort it out for you."

The two walked out of the house temporarily. He Wei thought for a while and touched Lu Qingliang with her arm.

"Uncle Huang has helped us so much, why should we also find a way to help him?"

"How to help?"

"Aren't you a rich second generation? Don't your family have money? Come out with some money and help Uncle Huang get the book out."

Lu Qingliang's family is a well-known rich man in a certain place, and he is also an authentic rich second generation. This fact is known to everyone in the entire second operation team.

Lu Qingliang's expression became bitter: "It's enough to publish a book at your own expense for up to 100,000 yuan, which is not much money. But you don't know that I joined our confidential unit after I had a falling out with my family. My family had already My pocket money has been cut off. Now, like you, I live on my salary. Alas, life is difficult, where can I still have money? How about... let's make it together? "

He Wei's face became bitter: "It was okay originally, but didn't I donate all the money to that Xiao Fang before? I am also poor. I originally wanted to buy some matsutake to try, but now I can only wait. Let’s talk about it after the salary is paid.”

"well."

Both of them sighed.

For a moment, Lu Qingliang suddenly remembered something: "This is our job, how can we use our own money to put it in? Don't we have plenty of funds? Send a report to the captain and recruit Uncle Huang to be our consultant? "

He Wei's eyes lit up: "Yes. I'll call the captain right now."

After a while, He Wei came back: "The captain agreed. The project can be outsourced. You can then report to the department to apply for funding."

Lu Qingliang clenched his fists: "200,000 yuan is no problem, but if it's more, I'm not sure."

"200,000? That's enough. Uncle Huang has written a book at his own expense, and there is still a lot left. I think that seeing Uncle Huang's achievements converted into money, his status in the family... can also be improved a little."

"By the way, He Wei, aren't you an expert in the food industry? This duck is so delicious, why do you want to promote it? Post some videos or something in your circles. When the time comes, more people will come to eat, and Aunt Guilan will make money. Uncle Huang can feel better too."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of it. Okay, leave this matter to me. Let's pack up a few more ducks and go back in the afternoon, and I'll go take pictures of the production process."