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Zhang Xian stared closely at the symbol, slightly dazed.

For some reason, when he saw that symbol, his heartstrings suddenly twitched, as if ripples were born on the surface of the water.But when he looked for the source of the ripples, he only saw a deep pool of water, and found nothing else.

But he felt that there was something like a gigantic monster, sleeping restlessly at the bottom of the water.

Tang Changyue followed Zhang Xian's line of sight. Among the many garbled characters, only that symbol seemed to be the most normal:

Six short and three long, a total of nine horizontal lines, arranged in six neat layers up and down, square and square.

Even a layman can see that it is a hexagram in the Book of Changes, one of the 64 hexagrams.

"Use this to suppress ghosts?" Tang Changyue admired Zhang Xian's erudition.

Zhang Xian said: "This hexagram is related to me."

Genxiaduishang, there is luster on the mountain, that is the hexagram "Xian", which is exactly my name.

"what?"

Zhang Xian shook his head, subconsciously unwilling to think deeply, and turned his attention back to his eyes.

Tang Changyue asked worriedly: "Will those skeletons come after you? What should we do next?"

"No." Zhang Xian said affirmatively, "If you want to know why you were entangled by those skeletons, just check what happened to this hotel."

There was such a big commotion just now, but the hotel didn't respond, which is not normal.

After a pause, he added: "It's also a fate."

Tang Changyue was startled, and sighed: "I can guess why they came to me. They are also very pitiful."

Tang Changyue didn't dare to walk in the crowd openly, so she had to secretly look for the same kind.The so-called birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups, so they will be dazzled by the skeletons.

They are all of the same kind, so it is sad for the rabbit to die and the fox.

"There is an injustice and a debtor. The moment they attack the innocent, they have already fallen, so how pitiful." Zhang Xian replied.

Good and evil are just a thought, and the opening and closing of the gate of life and death is also in a thought.

"If you want to help them, you might as well investigate the history of this hotel, find out where they came from, and make the truth public, so as to avoid the tragedy from happening again."

"That makes sense." Tang Changyue nodded in agreement.

"What about you?" He adjusted his mentality and asked Zhang Xian's plan.

"I will continue to investigate the case of the host." Zhang Xian replied seriously, "This time the direction is the evil god."

"Evil God?"

"Before the anchor died, he was asking for a pen fairy. And—" Zhang Xian asked back, "What is the probability that the murderer can jump from the fourth floor without any equipment and still be unscathed?"

When all impossibilities have been ruled out, the only remaining situation, however bizarre, will be the truth.

"Didn't you believe in these strange powers and gods before..." Tang Changyue was speechless when she saw Zhang Xian pointing to the ashes on the ground, "You adapted so quickly. But——"

He raised his head sharply, looked directly at Zhang Xian, and begged, "Don't rush forward, leave these matters to the police!"

"why?"

"Of course it's because of the danger!" Tang Changyue said, "Captain, when you went to save the anchor, you did everything you can."

"Ok?"

"Things are weird, and now it's developing into a supernatural event. What can we use to fight against it?"

"Tang Changyue."

Zhang Xian called Tang Changyue by her full name seriously, and said earnestly:

"When encountering difficulties, if you don't analyze it, recognize it, but just avoid it, the difficulty will never be solved."

"Knowledge must come from practice, and then go back to practice. You can read the great man's "On Practice". The change movement of the objective real world will never end, and people's understanding of truth in practice will never end .”

Zhang Xian began to give Tang Changyue a political class, the main idea is as follows:

Cognition is evolving and changing, and one cannot remain complacent. It is necessary to constantly update one's cognition, and then use new cognition to guide practice, forming a virtuous circle.

After gaining experience, each cycle is a higher level than the previous, which is progress.

In the process of progress, detours may be taken, but detours are also a kind of experience, and we should not be afraid of detours.

As for the danger, it is not worth mentioning. People can't give up eating because of choking, we must face the difficulties.

Etc., etc.

"Ugh……"

Tang Changyue sighed deeply.

When it comes to political awareness, even ten Tang Changyues can't compare with Zhang Xian.

He had no choice but to tactfully advise:

"If you can't cope, be sure to preserve your vitality."

"Of course, we should assess the situation, but sometimes, for the benefit of the whole..."

Seeing Zhang Xian's tendency to continue preaching again, Tang Changyue quickly changed the topic:

"Okay, okay, it's up to you - when you went to the fire scene, the handbag was left in the bar, and I put it away. However, that bag is in the room..." Tang Changyue was still a little palpitating.

"It doesn't matter, the whole floor has been transcended by the physics of Buddhism." Zhang Xian had already recovered a little, "Let's go."

As soon as there was a movement, a heavy dragging feeling came from the right leg.

Zhang Xian touched his hip bones with doubts on his face.

When he was on the verge of death, his originally unconscious leg hurt terribly. Is it an illusion?

Thinking of the excruciating pain, Zhang Xian couldn't help trying to move his toes and bend his knees.

The instructions from the brain were clearly abnormal, but the right leg was still lifeless.

Zhang Xian's eyes dimmed.

The physical transcendence of Buddhism is undoubtedly very effective. The room is clean, except for Tang Changyue's own things, all the things brought by the skeletons are wiped out, and there is not even a scum left.

Even the air is a bit fresher.

Tang Changyue opened the locker where the luggage was placed, and found the handbag from the corner: "Here. See if you missed anything."

"Actually, there's nothing...huh?" Zhang Xian took it, not intending to check it, but found something was wrong after he took it.

He remembered that there was only a charger, a jar of health-preserving medicine tea bags, a pack of wet wipes, a newspaper, plus a pen and a notebook in the bag, which were all crumpled.

However, now the bag is bulging, and there is something extra in it.

Who did it?what is inside?

Zhang Xian opened the mouth of the bag and saw a square and elegant white paper box, which quietly squeezed the charger and the tea can into two corners, and he stayed firmly in the center of the bag.

There are two purple ribbons crossed across the box.

It looks like a box from a bakery.Two palms are big enough to hold a four-inch cake.

"No, your birthday is in January." Tang Changyue felt strange, "You are not the one who gives people birthday cakes."

Zhang Xian's concept has always been traditional, he basically doesn't think about cakes, flowers and the like.The night before my birthday, I have to eat dumplings, pure meat.On the birthday, you should eat noodles, braised noodles, with at least four dishes, and noodles with fried sauce are not acceptable.

However, if someone gives him a cake, he will not disappoint others by refusing to accept it with a cold face.

This is a matter of manners and self-cultivation.

So Tang Changyue thought, this box can only be given to Zhang Xian by someone else.

"When was this thing in the bag?"

Zhang Xian didn't touch the box, but asked Tang Changyue.

After fighting a wave of skeletons, his vigilance rose to another level.

"It's always been there. It's been in the bag since you left the bar and I picked it up on the way to the fire."

"It's strange, you stay away."

Zhang Xian carefully lifted the box through the handbag.

As soon as I got my hands on it, I felt that there was something trembling inside. It was neither heavy nor big. It was located in one corner of the box, and the other three corners were empty.

It's not a cake, and it's not like Huo Zha Gong Dan.

Zhang Xian thought for a moment, then took out the box, untied the ribbon, and opened the carton.

During this process, he heard a rustling movement in the box.

A flat mouth suddenly popped out from the gap in the carton.

Tang Changyue: "!"

Zhang Xian: "..."

A yellow duck cub lay on Zhang Xian's palm, looking around with black peas-like eyes blinking, it was incredibly obedient.

"Quack, quack, quack," it whispered, rubbing its head against Zhang Xian's fingers, looking very intimate.

Seeing Furry so passionately begging for RUA, what else can Zhang Xian do?

Of course he is RUA.

But after only ruaing twice, he pinched the duck cub's neck and wings, turned it over, and checked the tail.

"Public." Zhang Xian concluded.

The duck cub was frightened, "Qiaxia" yelled even louder, its little wings kept beating, and a few fluff fell off.

But Zhang Xian wrapped it with both hands, and it felt the reassuring warmth and darkness, and then lay down on the palm again, quietly serving as a fluffy duck cake hand warmer.

But Zhang Xian and Tang Changyue were still staring at each other, completely unaware of why things turned out like this.

The last moment they were still fighting with the skeleton, are they going to turn into shit shovel officers now?

"This thing..."

"I raise it."

Just now Tang Changyue was still thinking about whether to give it to someone else or take it home and raise it for herself, but she couldn't help being startled when she heard Zhang Xian's straightforward words.

Zhang Xian put the duckling back into the box, ignored its dissatisfied "squeaking" sound, and said, "It's more at ease to take it with you."

He really wanted to know what this duck cub that appeared out of nowhere brought.

"Okay." Tang Changyue agreed.

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

"Go to the scene?"

"Correct."

The author has something to say: Note: The content of the political class is quoted from the chairman's "On Practice", which are all taken out.

During the tea party——

Everyone watching the ducks~ The tea party has been cancelled...

感谢在2021-01-1723:15:00~2021-01-2315:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: immediately fall asleep 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: immediately fall asleep 5;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!