Human dimension reduction

Although the current situation is chaotic, the chaos in the magic capital is full of glitz and noise, like a dying person, eager to get drunk before dying, it is best to taste all the joys and joys , and then drowned in the boundless wind and moon.

Lan Yin's house is remote. In order to make it easier to open the ghost gate and walk on Huangquan Road, he put his home at the end of the alley. Ordinary people would not come to this dead end. A white lantern was hung in front of the door, and the only people left to avoid bad luck , If you see it from a distance, you have to make a detour.

So on Yuan's day, no matter how lively the street was, nothing could be heard in the small mansion of the Lan family.

Lan Yin carried a stack of oiled paper bags and walked home with an umbrella. The weather was not good, and at the beginning of the new year, it began to rain lightly. The rain in the south is always lingering, with the coldness of winter, It is like a thin needle poking into the skin of a person. In broad daylight, no one knows where fireworks are being set off, and the sharp sound of the fireworks flying into the air is like a whip.

The shops on both sides are covered with plastic awnings, which are all good things imported from "outside", including bicycles of various shapes - now called bicycles, and various more advanced home appliances, which are now burning water-proof Fireworks are one of the insignificant little things.

The demon capital that came out of the black hole has invaded the huge land of the present world, and it is still in the southeast of the country. It cannot be left alone. We can only try our best to deal with it. If it is impossible to close it, then divide it and control it. reintegration.

It's easier said than done, anyway, all the roads outside the city have set up cards to prevent random entry and exit, just slowly send things inside, it's the New Year's Eve, and there are still many supplies coming in New Year's stuff.

These turbulent changes did not affect Lan Yin. He didn't care about the changes of his family and country. He only had his own one-acre three-point land in his heart. Others looked at the vast world outside curiously and greedily. He only focused on the road under his feet.

Huang Quan is still the same Huang Quan, the Yin Division is still the Yin Division, the damned are still dead, and those who can live are still alive, except that sometimes there will be secretive "outsiders" who will come to him suspiciously, and life will still go on as usual.

In his opinion, this incident that shook the whole world was just that he lost something and gained something else, it was as simple as that.

The rain fell from the end of the old year to the beginning of the new year, and even wiped out the sun in the sky, which added a little unsatisfaction to the joy of the new year.

But Lan Yin has dealt with dirty things, and he is more used to the cloudy and rainy than the clear sky. Even when it is cloudy, it is a good time. He held the umbrella and turned half a circle, squinting his eyes to see the clouds in the sky. Now is the beginning of the new year. The world is full of joy, even in the era of war, it can't match the righteousness that has existed since ancient times, and the ghost cries that have condensed into clouds are reluctantly dispersing.

It seems that the crying will stop soon.

Thinking of this, Lan Yin felt a little happier.

He has a handsome and fierce appearance, and his frowning appearance is full of deterrence. Few people dare to look at him. Coupled with the cold temperament brought by perennial questioning, sensitive people dare not even approach him. His whole body was small, so he walked on the road holding an umbrella, and he seemed to have a circle around him, separating people a few feet away.

Lan Yin walked back to the quiet alley with the oiled paper bag in his arms. Two lanterns with the word "Lan" written on them were swaying quietly. , and closed it behind him knowingly, and two snow-white paper figures with happy faces stood behind the door, like boys guarding the door.

Lan Yin was not in a hurry to enter the door, so she took the umbrella and handed it to one of the paper figurines: "Is he awake?"

The paper man took the umbrella carefully, as if he was afraid that the rain above would get wet, and he tilted his head back a few inches vividly, nodded, and shook his head again.

It was smiling stiffly with two blushing faces, and the head made of bamboo strips and paper made rustling sounds due to its movements.

Lan Yin stretched out a finger to test the temperature of the oil test paper package, and sighed softly: "It's cold."

The other paper figurine stretched out both hands tactfully, making a hugging gesture, and after a while, the heavy and still warm oiled paper bag fell into its palm.

"It's good to steam it in a basket, and then sprinkle a little sweet-scented osmanthus syrup."

The paper figurine moves according to the owner's will, and can do things without orders, but Lan Yin just wants to say so much, as if he is facing a normal person.

The paper figurine also listened carefully, nodded at the end, and trotted into the main room with the oil paper bag in its arms, its body pricked up with paper to shield it from the thin rain, and its footsteps landed on the thin puddles, without any extra effort sound.

Lan Yin was in the main hall, lit three sticks of incense again in the incense burner, and burned a pot of ingots and paper money. In the smog, evil ghosts invisible to ordinary people appeared one after another in the green smoke, scrambling to grab the mist and swallow it into the mouth Among them, the mouth grows as big as the head, ferociously and greedily devouring the high-quality offerings offered by Master Wenyin.

Lan Yin smiled slightly, and was not stingy with these things. He threw the paper ingots into the fire like flowing water, and folded the ingots on the spot after throwing them away. The ghost messengers were so full of glory that they almost lifted off the barely visible human skin to reveal the ghost body underneath.

"There are countless errands in various places, and I have worked hard for a year. Lan Yin is very grateful. A small offering is not a respect. In the coming year, everything will be complicated. Please take care of me."

The ghost messengers had enough to eat, and the speed of snatching slowed down. All of them were fascinated, and they began to wink at each other and laugh.

"Good to say, good to say."

"It doesn't matter what else, as long as the enshrinement arrives, it's easy to talk about any job."

"Just one thing. It's not easy to hide the person you are hiding from the underworld. My brothers have been hiding it for you for a year. When are you going to let him go?"

Lan Yin raised his narrow and thick black eyebrows, his cheeks were half-lit and half-dark in the jumping firelight, and the damp and rainy vapor was swept into the main hall with the wind, and crystal beads fell on his hair, like a layer of green ghosts. Qi has a body.

"It's still early. He took my heart. It's not good to leave like this."

he said softly.

The ghost guard laughed: "It's really a good material to be a ghost by nature. If you give him your ghost heart, he will become a member of the underworld. Where else can he go if he doesn't rely on you?"

Lan Yin lowered her eyes, quietly folded the ingot, pulled out the two ends of the tinfoil, and twisted out a beautiful ingot tip: "If you give up...you can get it."

"It's not impossible to hide it for you, but if he runs away by himself and is discovered by other ghosts in the Yin Division, and they arrest him and ask for credit, we can't control it."

Lan Yin threw the last ingot into the fire and burned it. Watching the ghost messengers gradually disappear in the gray smoke, she rubbed the ashes off her fingers: "Thank you for your hard work."

The taciturn mortician saw off the ghost messenger, and the paper figurine standing behind him for an unknown time presented a plate of steaming cakes in due course. Once charged, the sweet and seductive aroma is released, which makes the snow-white pastry delicious and soft.

Lan Yin took the plate and walked towards the bedroom, where the door was tightly closed, he opened the door to enter, and the inside was still lit with fragrant incense.

The curtains made of thin bamboo strips are half-opened, and just the right amount of light leaks from the gaps. The room is poorly furnished. The solidified transparent jade emits a lustrous luster thinly.

The room was very quiet, Lan Yin put the plates on the table, the sound of the porcelain hitting the table and the sound of flipping books mixed together, tearing up the drowsy silence.

Lan Yin turned his gaze and saw that the person leaning on the bed was holding a book in his hand, his long silver-gray hair was hanging over his shoulders, and metal glasses with thin silver chains hung on the bridge of his nose. The pair of cornflower blue glasses The eyes are extraordinarily clear through the lens, like snow water from melting glaciers.

There was no expression on his face, his overly pale face was deathly cold, thinner than the magnolia by the window, only his lips were dark red, like bright red roses that had bloomed to death, rotten and magnificent. A ball of red, about to be knocked down into the soil by the heavy rain.

Seeing Lan Yin approaching, he turned over a page again, and then closed the book casually: "I just heard that there was a lot of noise outside, and there were fireworks, what day is today?"

"January [-]st, the first day, is the day to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, but this is a Gregorian calendar festival, which is not as lively as the regular day of the lunar calendar."

"Oh, it's like Christmas." The person who heard the explanation nodded in understanding.

Lan Yin looked out the window, looked at him again, and then asked softly: "Do you want to go out and have a look? 'Outside' seems to send a performance team in. I heard that there are jugglers, what are they called... magic, it seems very interesting .”

The man with the dark white face laughed, and stared at Lan Yin with a pair of blue eyes: "Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"

Lan Yin bent down and picked up the palace lantern beside the pillow, and pressed it into the opponent's hand, with a low voice: "Where can you go if you take my lantern?"

He was telling the truth.

Qiao Zhou cursed secretly in his heart.

Thousands of calculations have been made, but it has not been calculated that Lan Yin was born with a ghost life, and even this heart is abnormal. A ghost heart is like a vicious dog. If you look for the person who disemboweled it, you will die if you are thrown into the ghost lamp Holding on to Qiao Zhou, this heart is a tonic for ghosts. Qiao Zhou who took it would either be chased and devoured by countless evil spirits day and night, or he could only drive away ghosts with Lan Yin's lamp to save his life.

The only one who can fight against a ghost is the most vicious ghost in the world.

The evil spirits confine their prey, and the other ghosts can only back away, salivating and shining green eyes.

Fortunately, the devil city has come to a wider world, there are so many people outside, although there are more ghosts, but it will not be so bad that there is no food to eat.

Ghosts and ghosts were rampant outside, and metaphysics flourished for a while. Lan Yin, who lived in a remote alley, was still a name that was not easy to be mentioned, and it was only passed on by word of mouth among a small number of people.

Qiao Zhou is currently under the control of others, and he is full of thoughts on how to break the situation. He hates being restrained by others the most in his life. Smart people probably have this problem. Being controlled by others makes him more uncomfortable than death.

But he couldn't die yet, because even if he died, he couldn't get rid of this evil ghost who went to hell like going home.

"Then go out and have a look," Qiao Zhou will be the best prisoner in the world until he finds a suitable method. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a holiday, how about the business I came to you some time ago?”

Lan Yin answered every question: "It's just a foreign kid. He raised things for fame and fortune, and started to make trouble if he couldn't eat enough offerings. It's fine to send him back the same way."

He answered lightly, and Qiao Zhou thought of the actress who had nowhere to go and ran into the door that day. She was as thin as a stick, her eyes were blood red, and she looked like she was about to go crazy. She didn't see the radiant and beautiful face on the screen in the past at all, so she knew that he hadn't said anything about it at all. It was so easy, I couldn't help but be slightly speechless.

The little ghosts who have long been famous in the Buddhist kingdom can't survive a round under Lan Yin's command. It seems that they will do something more vicious next time.

Lan Yin poured a cup of hot tea and put it in Qiao Zhou's hand, watched him pick a piece of hot cake on the plate and eat it, then pushed the plate away reservedly, not dissatisfied with being let down for the hard work she had gone out in the morning, and applauded He held Vincent's cold hands for him—in fact, his own hands and feet were also cold all year round, and no one was better than the other, but he still stubbornly worked in vain.

A dead person, an evil ghost, pretending to imitate the warmth of a living person, there is a kind of indescribable sadness.

"Tired of Li Ji's cakes? Let's change to another one tomorrow. What would you like to eat at noon today? Or go out to eat? I asked the paper figurines to go out to have a look. Winter is cold and rainy for days, why not eat a pot to warm your body, there are both southern and northern styles, which one do you like?"

The magic capital has been sealed tightly, but when Lan Yin talked about going out, he still played it lightly, as if it was nothing more than a simple matter for him.

Also, if he turns on the light, who can see the two of them?

Even if you don't need to ask Yindeng to cheat, based on the people he helped during this time, wouldn't it be easy to turn a blind eye and let him go out for a meal?

Qiao Zhou suddenly realized that if he didn't solve this problem quickly, Lan Yin's hand would slowly reach farther——

At that time, it will not be so easy to deal with him.

Qiao Zhou thought about this, and replied lazily: "What is a pot? There is no such thing in my country, you decide."

It happened to be sunny when the two went out. Lan Yin held an umbrella and touched the ground every now and then. Soldiers in neat military uniforms passed by on the street, holding a clipboard in their hands, knocking on doors from door to door, tirelessly counting After counting the population and various information, a slow-moving military vehicle followed. After each household was counted, they took a large bag of things tied up in red plastic bags from the vehicle, and greeted happy holidays enthusiastically and loudly.

"Ma'am, this is a holiday gift from the country. Happy New Year!"

"Master! Happy New Year! Live a good life in the future and stop fighting randomly! Good days are ahead!"

Similar words resounded in front of every door. Some people quickly closed the door after taking the things, while others stood in front of the door and stared at their leaving backs for a long time.

Long gowns, shabby rags and neat military uniforms stand together, old low wooden houses and advanced industrialized vehicles are put together, and slow-moving clang cars and streamlined bicycles are driving together. This is a strange and harmonious scene. The scenes are full of contradictions, the silhouettes that fall into the old history are cut out and stuffed into the new era.

Lan Yin held the lamp, and the faint light shrouded the two of them, allowing them to avoid the inspection of the checkpoint unimpeded. Soldiers armed with live ammunition stood guard at the end of the road, infrared thermal scanners stood there quietly, and police dogs squatted On the side, no one found the two smugglers.

When he got outside, Lan Yin found a shop with neither too many customers nor too many customers, and extinguished the lantern in a deserted place.

Both Lan Yin and Vincent Lorraine have amazing looks. In addition, one of them is wearing an elegant long gown, and the other is a well-tailored dress. No matter how you look at it, they stand out from the crowd. People were inexplicably afraid to come up to disturb them, but their eyes kept drifting towards them, and they quietly held up their mobile phones.

In less than 10 minutes, the entire store was packed with customers, and there were still people coming from outside. The owner of the store was still smiling at the beginning, but when the two police cars outside stopped at the door, he finally realized that something was wrong. , with a bitter face, put up the sign of closure, persuaded the customers in the store to leave, stood tremblingly behind the counter and watched a group of "waiters" sent by the police to replace the work of his store employees.

"Have you been discovered?" Qiao Zhou laughed gloatingly, mocking Lan Yin's efforts to hide but to no avail.

Lan Yin looked at him indulgently and laughed at himself, and grabbed a waiter serving food: "How did you find me?"

The "waiter" didn't mean to hide anything, so he took out his mobile phone openly, and clicked on an interface to show him, the high-definition nine-square grid picture, each of which was the beauty of Lan Yin and Vincent, The number of hits exceeded one million in just half an hour, and it directly rushed to the hot search list.

Lan Yin frowned and looked at it for a while, then sighed: "I really didn't expect that there is such a new thing..."

The "waiter" put away his mobile phone and said sincerely: "Mr. Lan wants to eat in the future, you can contact us, and we will arrange it for you, so that no one will bother you."

Lan Yin glanced at him sideways, wondering if she understood the meaning of his words, so she nodded and thanked him.

Many people who ate this meal were in fear, the whole street was quietly blocked, drones hovered in the sky, and military police waited outside a street, quietly listening to the instructions in the earphones.

The only ones who were not disturbed seemed to be the two people in the center of the storm.

They really seemed to come out to have a meal. After the meal, they walked back to the blocked magic city. No one foolishly went up to ask how they got out. They both knew and let go of this loophole. .

It's just that on the second day, there were more people from the Taoist sect wearing Taoist robes or monk's clothes at every intersection. As for whether it was useful... Anyway, Lan Yin didn't have any feedback on this.

The fireworks on the first day were still exploding continuously, and the brightly colored fireworks lit up the entire night sky. Qiao Zhou stopped and looked at it for a while. Fireworks and firecrackers have been banned in the downtown area for several years. Fireworks are a scene from a long time ago.

Lan Yin had never seen such a magnificent scene, so he stopped and watched for a long time, but his eyes kept falling on Qiao Zhou's face, it was harmonious for one to watch the fireworks and the other to watch people.

When they got home, it was already late at night, the fireworks in the sky had come to an end, the last golden flower dropped a meteor-like tail, and the fine rain fell again, Lan Yin opened the umbrella and covered Qiao Zhou's head , stepping on the sound of rustling rain, pushed open the door of the small courtyard.

Such a new year has passed without a hitch.