Half Demon and Half Mountain

In the end, Cen Shen couldn't refuse Huan Le and let him climb into bed.Although the two of them were covered with two quilts, Huan Le didn't make a fuss anymore, and lay down on the bed peacefully, as if he really just wanted to find someone to accompany him.

That night, neither of them fell asleep.

Cen Shen knew that Huan Le was not asleep, and kept his eyes open until dawn, with a calm expression, not knowing what he was thinking.Huan Le also knew that Cen Shen was awake, even though his eyes were closed, his breathing could not deceive anyone.

When dawn came, Cen Shen finally couldn't bear the drowsiness and fell asleep.

Only then did Huan Le turn sideways cautiously, staring at Cen Shen's sleeping face in a daze.Watching and watching, his mind full of complicated thoughts gradually calmed down, his eyes were attracted by the person in front of him, and he couldn't help leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

Just gently, kissed.

Cen Shen's eyelashes moved, but only moved.

It was already noon when he woke up again.The porridge was hot in the kitchen, but the person who made the porridge had gone to work, and there was only a lazy turtle lying on the veranda basking in the sun.

"Hey, Xiao Shenshen, how did you feel on the first night?" The turtle was still hesitant.

Cen Shen ignored him, drank the porridge and went to the studio to continue the research at hand.

After studying for several days, Cen Shen still didn't have a good solution for drawing Liu Qi's Yuanli turning pattern.But he was mentally prepared, knowing that he was climbing a very high mountain, so he couldn't rush to produce results.

He put the little hydrangea aside temporarily, and instead collected all the basic knowledge about formations, starting from scratch.Fortunately, Wu Chongan is an absolute expert in this area.

His manuscripts are definitely not as valuable as Little Hydrangea, but their universal significance is greater than that of Little Hydrangea.

Once Cen Shen devoted himself to research, he fell into a state of ecstasy again, and couldn't care about anything else.

A Gui curled his lips boredly, and waited and waited until after three o'clock in the afternoon, he finally waited for Huan Le to come back.Today was Huan Le's last day working in the flower shop, he returned home early, and brought two meatloaf for Cen Shen along the way.

After deducting the money for the meatloaf, he gave all the wages he earned this week to Cen Shen.

Cen Shen didn't want it, so he pushed it back.

Huan Le pushed in front of him again: "I just want to give it to you. Besides, I live here, and you never asked me for money, did you?"

Cen Shen couldn't stand him, so he took the money as rent from him and put it in a drawer, so he could just put 50 yuan on the shoe cabinet every day in the future.

Anyway, not much money.

After finishing his part-time job, Huan Le entered the state of being unemployed again. Because it was still early, he was not in a hurry to cook, so he simply took a marker pen and wrote on the glass wall.

He was not simply smearing, but recorded all the relevant people in his memory, listed the relationship, and then tried to deduce the final truth.

When you find that you may be in an illusion, Huan Le's choice is to seek the truth in the illusion.

Because there is always only one truth, and it will not lie to you.

"Is this useful?" Agui asked.

"Of course." Huan Le wrote a big Ping'er's name at the end and circled it, saying: "Many things in this world are deceptive, including your brain. You can't cut your head open, Just take things out of your head."

Song Li, Master, Ping'er, including Huan Le himself, these four seemingly unconnected people, appearing in a special place at the same time, this can never be a simple coincidence.

Even if it is really a coincidence, there must be some kind of necessity in this coincidence, that is to say—there is some relationship between these few people, and this relationship caused them to gather together.

Looking at it now, the most obvious relationship is that these people all know Huan Le.

Huan Le rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.When he overturned his memory for the first time, he had come to a vague conclusion—since both Song Li and Master were related to Qingshan Village, they should know each other.

But now Huan Le overturned his memory for the second time, and Ping Er appeared, he has nothing to do with Qingshan Village.To put it bluntly, everyone in the Huan Mansion knows the existence of the Master, and Ping'er should have heard about the mad scholar, but this relationship is too fragile.

There must be something that Huan Le didn't notice.

In fact, before Ping'er appeared, this matter was not particularly complicated.Song Li's reason for inviting Huan Le to the ghost feast is valid, so there is only one variable in this story, the master.

But as soon as Ping'er appeared, the variables became two.One plus one here is not just equal to two.

Thinking of this, Huan Le turned his attention to the largest word "Ping'er".The crux of the matter is here, why did Ping'er appear at the ghost banquet?

The most reasonable explanation is that because Huan Le did not return home, Ping'er was sent out by her mother to find him.This kind of situation often happened before, but before going to the banquet, Huan Le went to Baihualou to get wine, this time, it was enough time for Ping'er to find him and follow him into the ghost banquet.

With Ping'er's ability, it is not difficult to find him.

He might be out of curiosity, so he went in and took a look.This is the best explanation that Huan Le came up with after thinking about it all night.

As for the master, he did have an appointment with the master that night.But the temptation of the ghost banquet was too great, so he used magic to notify his master and temporarily canceled the agreement.

Master should have received his message, and Huan Le, who is a caster, can feel it.And Master is also one of the very few human beings who are clearly aware of the existence of monsters. It is not surprising that Huan Le is sometimes temporarily delayed because of the Suzaku Terrace.

The master will appear at the ghost banquet, is it because he came to find himself?

Huan Le tried his best to lead everyone's clues to the same point and find common ground, but Ping'er's reason was easy to say, but Master's was a bit reluctant - because when the ghost feast started, the city gate had been closed long ago up.

Unless the master is in the city early in the morning, what is he doing in the city?

Who was the impostor later on?

Or was the one who fell into the well a counterfeit, wearing his wife's clothes?

Huan Le suddenly raised this new question in his mind, yes, who said that the one who fell must be the master?Since there are two masters, who can tell which one is false.

But the emergence of new questions made this matter more and more complicated.

With arms folded, Huan Le paced back and forth in front of the glass wall, sometimes frowning, and sometimes adding something new to the glass wall.An hour passed, and the unrestrained handwriting covered half of the glass.

"Ping'er... like sesame seed cakes?" Cen Shen stood beside him, looking at a line of small characters on it, a little speechless.

"Maybe they all like sesame seed cakes? At least my master doesn't dislike them." Huan Le said plausibly.

Cen Shen suddenly began to doubt Huan Le's IQ. At this time, Huan Le looked at him again and said seriously: "I love lamb shanks, and the roasted mutton shanks on the prairie are especially delicious."

Cen Shen didn't want to know.

Huan Le clicked on the other circled small characters on the glass, "Look here, Hongjin Courtyard. Song Li is a poor scholar who lives alone in Chang'an City. He can't be a teacher, so he can only sell calligraphy for Health. Aunt Hong from the Hongjin Courtyard is a good person. She asked Song Li to write. The people from Dali Temple and I went to deal with the demon riot in the Hongjin Courtyard. Although Pinger didn’t go, the murderer fell into his hands in the end. On. President Liu of the Master and Craftsman Association has been to this place more than once."

"President Liu..." Cen Shen frowned, in this way, it seemed that everyone could be connected.Huan Le said that it would not be surprising if someone wanted to seek revenge on him during the ghost banquet. If this matter was related to the demon haunting incident in the Hongjin Courtyard, it would make sense, after all, Huan Le had participated in it.

Huan Le said: "The timing is also right. The demon haunting in the Hongjin Courtyard happened in the 16th year of Zhenguan, and the ghost banquet took place in the 17th year of Zhenguan. There is only one thing, although this incident can connect everyone, it can be related to The only ones directly related to that incident are me and Ping’er, and it’s a bit far-fetched to regard it as a related point.”

Huan Le kept putting forward new ideas and overthrowing them again and again.Some are because the time is not right, and some are because of the location. All in all, there is no convincing relationship.

As far as Cen Shen is concerned, he prefers the one in Hongjinyuan.Because that is the only conjecture that involves the Craftsman Association, so that all people and everything can be connected to one line.

Thinking about this, Cen Shen asked: "When did the Craftsman Association appear and disappear?"

Huan Le: "Ten years of Zhenguan, 20 years of Zhenguan, exactly ten years."

Hearing this, Cen Shen drew up a rough timetable in his mind.

In the tenth year of Zhenguan, the Craftsman Association appeared.

In the 16th year of Zhenguan, the Hongjin Courtyard was haunted by demons.

In the 17th year of Zhenguan, on the Ghost Festival, Song Li, Ping'er, Huan Le, and "Master" appeared at the ghost banquet, and "Master" fell into a well and died.

In the 20th year of Zhenguan, President Liu died, and the Craftsman Association suddenly disappeared.

"Zhenguan... How many years? When you came here, how many years?" Cen Shen asked.

"23 years." Huan Le said, suddenly seemed to think of something, widened his eyes and looked at the glass wall, found a certain place, and murmured: "Three years ago, the master gave me the core. It was the year when the Craftsman Association disappeared. Assuming, assuming that Liu Qi is President Liu, is he still alive?"

Cen Shen also understood what Huan Le meant. They had actually overlooked a very important point - the little hydrangea and its nucleus were separated in two time-spaces.

Or, when Liu Qi went to Datang, he accidentally left the little hydrangea in modern times.

Or, when Liu Qi returned to modern times, he accidentally left the core in Datang.

Huan Le looked at Cen Shen: "You are a craftsman, which item do you think is more likely to be lost?"

Cen Shen said firmly: "It is the nucleus. The existence of the nucleus is only to provide energy, and it is the little hydrangea itself that really triggers the time-space retroactive effect. So wherever the little hydrangea is, Liu Qi will be there."

Chairman Liu passed away suddenly, but Huan Le did not see his body, so it is not certain that he must have died.And the time of his death coincides with the time when Huan Le got the core, which means——

"There is a [-]% chance that Liu Qi is this President Liu." Huan Le suddenly understood, his thoughts turned quickly, as fast as time went back, "The master who handed over the nuclear test to me must have something to do with him, if he is fake, based on With the talent of a majestic ghost craftsman, isn't it easy to disguise him as a master?"

After finishing speaking, Huan Le and Cen Shen looked at each other, and after a short pause, both of them looked at A Gui who was sneaky and wanted to escape.Huan Le strode over to grab it, and brought it up in front of his eyes, "Ah Gui, tell me, has Liu Qi returned to modern times? Where is he? Buzhou Mountain?"