Half Demon and Half Mountain

Thinking of Liu Qi, Cen Shen immediately opened the folder Qiao Fengmian gave him.The file folder was not thick, and there were only three sheets of paper in it, but the content recorded in it made Cen Shen speechless.

It tells the truth about the Nanjing Bombing that took place in January 1937.

That year in Nanjing was extremely cold.Even as New Year approaches, spring can seem far away.

The Great Tang Craftsman Association located in an old teaching building of a certain university is holding a regular meeting. Humans and monsters, in this dark room where the vermilion paint has peeled off, express their opinions and exchange their craftsmen’s manuscripts and ideas. .

However, an explosion killed 25 craftsmen present at the meeting, including Ren Qing, then president of the Craftsman Association.

Few of the later generations know the truth about the explosion.A generally accepted statement in the artisan circle is that it was blown up by the enemy, maybe it was deliberate, maybe it was accidental, and it is no longer testable.

But the current document gave Cen Shen another completely unexpected answer.

The cause of this tragedy, which happened before the heavy snowfall, was the purge of a "deviant" person within the Craftsman Association.

And this deviant is none other than Liu Qi.

What Cen Shen was holding in his hand at the moment was a joint signature certificate.A total of [-] dark red fingerprints, [-] craftsmen, adopted this method to pass the resolution of "purging" Liu Qi.

This is completely a long-planned "murder" that is only known to a small number of people. Twelve people, including the president and several backbones, after receiving some kind of wind, decided that Liu Qi, an unscrupulous Kind-hearted people are very likely to be confused by huge benefits, and then defect to the enemy and create lethal magic weapons for the enemy, so they decided to get rid of this hidden danger before the New Year.

Cen Shen no longer knows how much selfishness and grievances are hidden in it.Does such an absurd thing exist as purging someone for an unwarranted possible crime?

He couldn't hold the thin piece of paper in his hand.

Twelve people form a jury to try another person for moral supremacy.But the final death toll was 25.

Where is this difference?

Whether the remaining 13 people were innocent or not was involved in this turmoil, and it may be this explosion that directly ruined the millennium foundation of the Datang Craftsman Association.

25 top talent, bang, gone.

How terrible.

How terrible the human heart is.

Huan Le grabbed Cen Shen's trembling hand, and Cen took a deep breath, and then he recovered a little.He looked down at the paper in his hand again, those fingerprints that had darkened, looked like devil's claw marks.

The details of the story were not written on the paper, but Liu Qi did survive.The Craftsman Association was forced to transfer, and Wu Chongan was ordered in danger, but it was difficult to turn the tide after all.

There is also a ticket in the folder, which is a train ticket from Nanjing to Shanghai, and the departure time is the night when the bombing happened.The tickets are very old, the paper is faded and there is some fraying around the edges.

Cen Shen turned it over and saw that there was a relatively clear blood fingerprint on the back of the ticket.

Whose ticket is this?

Is it one of those 25 people?

Huan Le analyzed: "Since this information was searched from that fake craftsman's association, it means that someone in this fake association knows what happened back then, maybe it's an old person from that year. We can ask him .”

Hearing this, when Cen Shen thought of what he said when he said goodbye to Qiao Fengmian, he felt as if he was sure that they would go back to find him.

"It doesn't matter who the ticket is, but it's good to go and meet." Cen Shen said, and couldn't help asking: "Wu Chong'an and Liu Qi, do they know each other?"

Huan Le: "I think we know each other."

Cen Shen: "Why?"

Huan Le: "Isn't Wu Chong'an mentioned him in his manuscript?"

Cen Shen shook his head: "This doesn't mean anything, Liu Qi may appear in every craftsman's manuscript."

"Wu Chong'an is the only craftsman who can be mentioned by Liu Qi, or even recognized." Huan Le is still thinking flexibly, "Nanjing and Shanghai are not far away, even at that time. With so many people, there is a high possibility that Liu Qi and Wu Chongan know each other."

Just now Cen Shen did some more research, and there is no doubt that Liu Qi is from Nanjing.So even if he didn't really join the Craftsman Association, he still stayed in Nanjing.

He is a willow demon, raised by nature, the hometown of Nanjing may have a special meaning to him.

"Did Liu Qi go to Buzhou Mountain to look for meteorites after the bombing?" Huan Le asked suddenly.

"Looking at the time, it's almost the same." Cen Shen said.

Agui who had listened for a long time also nodded, "When I met Liu Qi, he asked me how far it was from 1937. He must have left this year."

Huan Le then asked, "Then how many years was it when you met him?"

Agui shook his head, "How do I know this? Have you heard of the sun and the moon in the mountains? I have lived for so long, so I don't have the thoughts to remember each year. Anyway, it has been many years before I met Xiao Shenshen." .There should be some in Jiazi, who knows.”

Facing the unscrupulous old tortoise, Huan Le had no choice but to throw it into the water tank.He turned his head to comfort Cen Shen again, "I'll go to the teahouse again tomorrow, Qiao Fengmian must know where that old man is. Maybe we can get new clues."

Cen Shen wanted to say that you don't need to comfort me, but looking at Huan Le's sincere eyes, he couldn't say anything.

"You wait, I'll make custard for you today! I can also put meatloaf in it, Grandma Wang next door taught me!"

The hot-tempered young man ran away again in a hurry, only the remaining warmth in his palm was still there, and it was pressed to his heart.Just after saying these few words to him, Cen Shen seemed to have recovered from the terrible sense of fear, and what remained in his heart was more of a kind of sadness.

A kind of mourning for the same craftsman.

There is also an irreparable grudge in the face of the cruel truth.

Without that incident, would the Craftsman Association still be able to continue the glory of yesterday?

Cen Shen couldn't control himself not to think about that possibility, because that possibility was too tempting.After sitting for a long time, he slowly calmed down, put the ticket and the joint letter back into the file folder again, and then opened Wu Chongan's manuscript.

He decided to re-read the things Wu Chongan left behind. If he and Liu Qi were really friends, there would definitely be some clues left behind.

On the other side, Huan Le was concentrating on being his own snail boy. He wanted to make the meat cakes into flowers and put them on the bottom of the bowl, but the egg liquid was not transparent, and the petals made of meat were really not very pretty, so he decided to Simply break up the meat loaf and mix it with the egg liquid, and make a steamed egg with minced meat, maybe Cen Shen can eat a few more bites.

In his spare time, he took out his mobile phone to surf the Internet.

Your dad will always be your dad: dog day.

That Qiao Fengmian is swearing again, what a jerk?This sentence did not exist in the Tang Dynasty, but Huan Le has heard it more than once since he came to modern times, and he deeply feels that modern people have problems with their brains.

Ignorant human beings, your dog father is here, stop saying this soon.

Huh?

Huan Le suddenly thought of a key point - Qiao Fengmian had such a strong wolfdog smell, and it became stronger every time, so he posted these three words again today.

Could it be... this is a word game?

Dog day's, literally - dog, day,'s?

Huan Le couldn't help opening his mouth wide. In this way, Qiao Fengmian's various behaviors these days seemed to be explained.Moreover, Huan Le clearly remembered that the man was wearing a ring.

Modern people seem to be displeased with giving jade pendants and bracelets, they all like to give a ring, which is really stingy.

Huan Le found out the truth, and felt a little excited.He immediately clicked on the comments under this Weibo, and among the countless comments, he found one with a special style of painting, which was replied by Qiao Fengmian.

My Yuanyuan can't be so cute: 嘤嘤嘤嘤~

Your dad will always be your dad: go away.

My Yuanyuan can't be so cute: Take it easy, go home for dinner on Saturday, and ask Yuanyuan to cook an old hen for you to nourish your body.

Your dad will always be your dad: go to hell.

Huan Le was so engrossed that he almost forgot the stew in the pot.While cooking, he continued to stare at the phone, tilting his head and thinking in confusion——is the person who left the message... a shadow fairy?

The shadow demon next door likes to "beep".

But ordinary shadow monsters can't draw Qiao Fengmian's hatred, can they?

The next day, Huan Le went out with Cen Shen again.

Qiao Fengmian readily agreed to the request to meet again, and the place was still at the teahouse, but this time, it was not Qiao Fengmian himself who was waiting for them on the second floor, but his real wolf-dog aura.

"It's the first time we met. My name is Chongming." Chongming was mature and steady, seemingly stern, but in fact he was well-mannered and polite.Compared with Qiao Fengmian, it is easier to deal with.

"Huan Le. This is Cen Shen." Huan Le nodded to him, and the two clansmen who had passed through thousands of years met for the first time in the small modern teahouse.

"Ah Qiao is still resting. I already know about the reason for your visit. If you have any questions, you can tell me." Chongming brought tea and said.

Cen Shen said: "I just want to meet the owner of this document."

Chongming showed a hint of helplessness: "I'm sorry, he died three days ago. But I can tell you about Mr. Wu and Liu Qi."

Hearing this, Cen Shen frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that he was only three days late.

Huan Le didn't expect it, so he asked, "You know them too?"

"If we talk about dealing with each other, I have more contact with Mr. Wu." Chong Ming recalled the past, his tone could not help slowing down, "Ah Qiao has a knife with twelve gold rings on it, the forger is Mr. Wu's master At that time, Mr. Wu was just a young apprentice next to his master. I met him a few times, but I was not very familiar with him. Later, when something happened to the Craftsman Association, Aqiao and I had already gone north."

Huan Le asked again: "What about Liu Qi?"

Chongming took out a laptop from under the coffee table, opened a video and showed them, "This is the last video left by the person who died three days ago, maybe it can help you. He is a member of the fake association." A backbone relative, we found him by following the vines."

Hearing this, Cen Shen and Huan Le looked at the computer screen together, only to see a man with pale hair and age spots lying on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, muttering to himself.

Listen carefully, you can hear him saying—

"I will never forget that day... that day I just got out of school and passed the iron gate, and suddenly heard a bang. I thought it was an enemy plane coming to bomb me, so I tried to escape... But I didn't escape much I couldn't escape, as if there was an invisible barrier lying in front of me, no matter how I beat it, it was useless. I was terrified, I didn't want to die, and at this moment, that man appeared in front of me... ..."

"He was wearing black clothes, like the cloak worn by those foreigners, carrying a suitcase, and wearing a black top hat, and walked out of the center of the explosion step by step... As he got closer, I could almost smell it. The smell of blood on him..."

"He only glanced at me, but I didn't dare to meet his eyes, so I didn't see what he looked like... It must have been terrible, there seemed to be blood on his face, and there were blood on his hands. It's blood, the leather boots creaked on the ground, it seemed that there was also blood coming out of the ground, blood, it was all blood..."

Having said that, the old man's eyes widened, as if he was already a bit out of control.But after a violent gasp, he regained his composure and looked at the camera.

"I thought he was going to kill me, but he didn't. There were only him and me outside the iron gate. It was very cold that day, and it snowed after a while. The heavy snow was swaying. The man was holding a few pieces of paper. , suddenly sprinkled into the sky."

"I picked up the papers, opened the suitcase, and there were some changes of clothes inside."

"There is also a train ticket in there, from Nanjing to Shanghai."

"He might be going to Shanghai, and he made an appointment with a friend named Wu, and met at a western coffee shop called Red Diamond. But he left his luggage and ticket and left without bringing anything. I don't know. Where did you go?"

"When he left, that invisible barrier disintegrated, and I felt like the whole world in front of my eyes was shattered like glass, click... click... suddenly changed... the snowflakes all over the sky, all of a sudden Just buried the smoke of the explosion, nothing left... nothing left..."

"Except for me, no one witnessed the explosion, not even the nearby residents heard anything."

"I sometimes think it's just a dream."

"But the ticket is still in my hand..."

"I often can't help but think, where did that man end up?"

"That train..."

"That train..."

"It's time to drive away..."