Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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That's right, Qingtu's large-scale use of abilities is at the cost of burning his own body. This is the real "burning himself and illuminating others."

But what is puzzling is that every time it shrinks, the laws of the world will be modified accordingly, changing all the evidence in the world about the ontology of Qingtu, trying to tell people "this painting is originally so small."

All text, video, picture, and audio materials have been modified over and over again by the laws of the world.

For example, when Qingtu was still a huge mural of one person, there was a black and white photo in which four painters were holding up the body of Qingtu and smiling at the camera.

And every time the blue picture shrinks, all the evidence proving her is modified by the law, and the picture also changes, from four people carrying it to three people carrying it, two people carrying it, and finally one person holding it, and finally being held in the middle of the picture. The look in the palm of your hand.

This can be said to be extremely frightening to think about. It can be said that if one day Qingtu completely disappears, all traces of her existence in the world will be wiped clean immediately.

However, no matter how awesome the world's laws are, they can't modify people's memories. More and more people are discovering...how come the national treasure and famous painting "Hell in Disguise" in their memory has become so much smaller!

Did someone secretly wash it in the washing machine?The shrinkage is too serious, right?

Therefore, a global memory disorder incident occurred in this way.

"We have good reasons to prove that the mural fragments of "Hell in Disguise" in the museum are not worthy of such high-standard treatment."

Experts talked eloquently in front of the TV, "You know, collections like paintings must have sufficient evidence for identification, and the surviving mural fragments of "Hell in Disguise" are too small to be identified by antiques." For identification, the age can only be determined mechanically.”

Speaking of this, the expert on the TV paused for a moment, "I don't know what's going on. Anyway, based on the size of this fragment, it would have been impossible to identify it back then."

This is so puzzling.

However, what he didn't know was that on the Internet, posts about "Hell in Disguise" also exploded, and netizens talked about it.

"I don't know if it's an illusion. In my memory, this picture is not so small at all."

"It feels as if someone has modified memory and facts. All the evidence is trying to tell me that "Hell in Disguise" is only half the size of a palm, but my memory tells me it's wrong."

"+1, I find that this kind of cultural relics about ghosts and ghosts is quite evil. In my heart, this painting has risen to the same level as the Pisces Jade Pendant and the Weeping Buddha."

"Since I was 30 years old, I have been shrinking in height by half a centimeter every year. Now I finally understand that what shrinks is a national treasure!"

"The upstairs should be osteoporosis, eat more dried shrimps."

"In the textbook for the third compulsory course of history, there is a picture of hell in disguise. I used to draw it with a ballpoint pen. Now I look it up, and the fragmented picture in the history book is really smaller, but the traces I drew are still there. Now, you can’t say that I drew it by imagination, can you? 【Picture】”

"I seem to have drawn it too! You know, in the era of confiscated mobile phones, there is only so much fun. 【Picture】"

Two netizens who have no drawing skills posted their own drawings in the book. In comparison, they are exactly the same, not a single bit worse.

As soon as this post was posted, it became popular on the Internet instantly, and it reached several million reads and reposts in just a few minutes. It's not a troll, it's really weird.

If you asked netizens to guess the color of Mona Lisa's underwear, some people would guess the same color, but if the black and white calligraphy and paintings on the book collided, it would be a miracle.

However, rumors were flying all over the Internet, but the museum did not respond at all... because they really couldn't explain these problems.

Compared with netizens who eat melons, the curator He of the museum has a deeper feeling for the "Mandela Effect". Today's incident has deeply subverted his three views and caused the materialism in his heart to fall apart.

But this matter must have an explanation, you can't just let it go, you have to make up a reason and issue an official statement.

Just when he was in a state of anxiety, an old man tremblingly pushed open the door of the office.

This eighty-year-old man is none other than the curator He's father, the former curator, and a cultural relic restoration expert who was responsible for restoring and maintaining "Hell in Disguise" when he was young.

As soon as he entered the door, Father He was not polite, and directly gave the curator a slap in the face.

"Unfilial son, labor and management have maintained the cultural relics for most of their lives. Back then, there was a mural the size of a door. Why is it so small in your hands?"

Father He is really distressed. The cultural relics he carefully repaired inch by inch back then have turned into such a ghost.

Father He pointed his cane at Director He's nose and cursed angrily, "Say, did you secretly sell it to someone from JP country?!"

What a big black pot fell from the sky!Onmyoji Qingming didn't dare to take this pot, and Yuan Laiguang didn't dare to take it, and as a result, Father He forced it on his own son.

Curator He's legs were so frightened at that time, "If you have a lot of food, you can eat indiscriminately, and if you don't talk a lot, you can talk indiscriminately!"

When he was touring around the world... indeed, he met someone who wanted to exchange cultural relics, but he immediately rejected it seriously, okay?

Don't be so slanderous!

"Forget it, come on, take me in and take a look." Father He waved his hand and told his son that he must see with his own eyes the condition of this famous painting that he has restored for 50 years and has been with him for most of his life.

Director He hesitated for a while. When rumors spread on the Internet, the museum immediately put away the fragments of "Hell in Disguise" and put them in the warehouse to stop external exhibitions. But since it was his father, he thought for a while, Still get out of the way.

He is not worried about the murals, he is worried about his 80-year-old father, who will not be able to bear seeing the cultural relics he maintains in such a state.

And the fact is indeed like this, when Father He tremblingly walked to the glass cabinet, he only glanced at it, and felt his eyes turned black.

This is not his "Hell in Disguise"... His "Hell in Disguise" is the most magnificent picture scroll in the world, a magnificent epic of hell, an exploration of death by human beings, and the greatest treasure in history!

Definitely not the dilapidated fragments of today, the volume that is less than half a palm, the mottled picture, the burning scars... no.

no.

How did he restore the national treasure that has been with him day and night for 50 years? How could it become like this?Suddenly, a wave of despair spread in Father He's heart, and he felt a dull pain in his heart, followed by a stagger.

Immediately, a pair of cold hands supported him.

Father He raised his head, his cloudy eyes looked fixedly at the woman who supported him through the reading glasses, and he murmured after a while.

"You came."

Qingtu nodded and didn't say much, but she still held the old man's arm tightly with her hands. Like a child who made a mistake, she hung her head in silence.

Just like it was 50 years ago.

When Father He took over the restoration of "Hell in Disguise" since he was young, he always dreamed of this mural, and every time he dreamed of the mural, he would definitely dream of this woman.

He has always been puzzled by this, because he has never come into contact with a similar person in his life. He thought it was his wife who predicted his future, but after marrying his wife, her appearance is not similar to the woman in the dream.

When he was 40 years old, one day suddenly, he suddenly realized what the identity of this woman was.

She, even as hell in disguise.

Father He tilted his head and looked at Qingtu, his eyes were full of nostalgia... The woman he had dreamed of for 50 years hadn't been left any mark by the years, just like his first dream It was the same as when he came to her, but this time he stood in front of him alive.

This made Father He unable to speak a word.

He obviously has a stomach full of questions to ask, he wants to ask, is she hell in disguise, why is she constantly diminishing, why are historical records constantly being changed, and...he has been repairing it through wind and rain for 50 years, Did it help her at all.

He couldn't speak a word.

Finally, Father He spoke.

"Are you... going to disappear?"

will you disappear

Always shrinking, shrinking, will you cease to exist one day?Then be completely wiped out of existence, completely forgotten by the world?

Qingtu felt that after the old man finished speaking, he held her wide sleeves tightly, as if afraid that she would run away, so he held her tightly.

She curled her mouth slightly.

"will not."

Father He raised his dim eyes, and what he saw were gentle and firm black pupils. He had guessed countless times what kind of eyes they were, but now when he saw them, they were exactly the same as he imagined.

Qingtu looked at Father He's eyes that had been watching her for 50 years, and solemnly made a promise.

She will never disappear.

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Curator He looked at his father worriedly, watching him stare blankly at the fragment for a long time, and just when he was about to go up to wake him up, Father He came back to his senses Come.

At this moment, Old Man He put on his usual leisurely expression, walked out with his hands behind his back, as satisfied as if he was watching a game of mahjong.

This made Curator He a little uneasy. He cautiously approached his old man and asked in a low voice, "Have you seen any tricks?"

Father He, whose heart had fallen to the ground, was in a very good mood at this time, and he took care of his son for the first time.

"What?"

He glanced sideways at Director He, then turned around, and raised his chin at the glass cabinet containing the fragments of "Hell in Disguise".

"Want to know?"

Curator He nodded quickly: "I want to know."

After hearing what his son said, Father He immediately glanced at him with some disgust, and then took out an old-fashioned magnifying glass from his pocket.

"There's no need to be opportunistic. If you want to know the answer, you have to observe it yourself." After finishing speaking, he ignored his dumbfounded son and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Own...observation?

Director He stood there for half a minute, patted himself on the back of Mediterranean Sea angrily, and walked to the glass cabinet a little resignedly.

Just look at it, he is indeed not as careful as the old man who has been observing for 50 years, but as the curator of the museum, he knows all the cultural relics like the back of his hand... Eh?

Director He frowned, and continued to carefully observe the fragment of the mural through the magnifying glass.

The old-fashioned magnifying glass magnifies all the details through light, including every crack and every stroke of ink, which can be clearly seen.

When he saw a new edge of the fragment, Curator He frowned, watched for nearly 20 minutes, and then took a sharp breath.

"Notify all personnel for a meeting, immediately, immediately!"

Curator He looked serious.

"I have a new discovery about "Hell in Disguise."

The author has something to say: Disappear?It is impossible for the blue map to disappear, otherwise how would I write it? !

Also, is there that muscular girl in your biology book?I copied it many times when I was a child...thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution