Human dimension reduction

The end of the alley is sealed off by a wall, and there is a large water tank in front of the wall. This kind of huge water tank with a height of half a person is very common in the south. It can be used to store water and raise fish. This tank has probably been abandoned. , which is full of rainwater, and the edges are covered with moist and rich soft moss.

There is only one family here, and a paper-skinned white lantern is hung under the eaves, with a large Chinese character "Lan" written on it in ink-colored cursive.

The doors of the two doors were half-opened and half-closed, and a low-pitched opera voice flew out from the courtyard wall. The phrase "The silk of the wind blows to the courtyard" dangled like a ball of jade. Qiao Zhou listened to it for a while, and waited for the singing to stop. , Immediately raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door.

The singing voice inside is still floating leisurely, and it is connected to "Shaking Spring Like a Line".

No one responded, Qiao Zhou remembered what the old woman said, "You can go in by yourself", and changed the knock to push, and the ebony door opened obediently with a soft knock.

The scenes in the yard were still lingering, and Qiao Zhou's gaze met a pair of dark eyes.

The yard behind the door is not too big or small, and the wall is full of various kinds of paper bundles. The half-made ones are placed next to each other with only a bamboo skeleton. On the other side are two large water tanks, and the central side is facing the door. There was a rocking chair, on which lay a man who was described as being like a fairy or a god, tilting his head to look over.

He is really like a fairy like a god, obviously wearing a plain off-white gown, holding a celadon teacup in his hand, and being set off by that otherworldly face that seems to be alive like a fairy, he just put on the gown. There is a taste of a thousand gold and one foot, and those hands are even more beautiful without a trace of blemish. In his hands, the celadon tea cup is like a royal tribute.

Qiao Zhou thought of his subordinate art girl, the girl who liked to watch dramas and watch anime, and was obsessed with the hero who played the role of Xianjun in a fairy drama some time ago. She said that the actor had a strong fairy flavor and a strong aura. When you don't smile, it's like the fairy who protects the common people in the fairy tale novel has descended to the mortal world.

Qiao Zhou also took a look at the actor's poster, and he was indeed very photogenic, but the man in front of him was three points more immortal than that actor, and besides being immortal, he also had an inviolable majesty. The look he saw was sharp and refined , phoenix eyes and sword eyebrows, thin lips and black hair, holding a teacup looks like a feast for gods and gods, and in the next second he can raise the sword to remove the magic guard and amaze the three worlds.

Compared with a fairy who is obsessed with love, he is probably more like the kind of fairy who lives with the heaven and the earth. He is often assigned as a master master in fairy tale novels. flower.

To be more down-to-earth, it means that this person's five sense organs are all working together to exude a kind of indifference of "you are an ordinary man, don't suffer from me".

The man put down the teacup, lifted the corner of his robe and stood up from the reclining chair. The loose hem of the clothes fell away from his hands, and the red that had been hidden in the blind corner of his sight hit Qiao Zhou's eyes like splashed ink.

What a plain gray and white long gown, the hem of the robe is ostentatiously and arrogantly embroidered with begonias of different shades, the thick vermilion and light red are layered like cloud shadows, and the light-colored hem is laid out like clouds and clouds, and it doesn't look abrupt or cumbersome , on the contrary, it has the plump beauty of falling flowers and drooping flowers, more like the soft red ten feet of the mortal world holding the head of a fairy.

Qiao Zhou watched him walking towards him, and suddenly felt a little soul resonance with Jia Baoyu.

... This brother, I have seen before.

He really thought this person looked familiar, he had seen him somewhere before!

But wouldn't it be hell, how could he have seen a character in a dungeon whose source he didn't know?

A premonition that the situation was out of control made the control freak Qiao Zhou feel very uncomfortable, but this was not the time to show it, he tried his best to maintain a mournful expression, and said to the man walking towards him, "Lan, Mr. Lan?"

The other party stopped two steps away from him, his eyes fell on the body wrapped in clothes, he nodded silently, and after a long while, he introduced himself concisely: "Lan Yin."

Qiao Zhou continued singing, reciting and beating: "My son..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lan Yin had already turned around and walked back to the yard. After walking a few steps, he found that Qiao Zhou hadn't followed, so he turned his face and added, "Come in."

Talk less, cherish words like gold.

I can't tell that it is a character who can embroider so many begonias on clothes. Could it be that this is the "sultry beauty" that the art girl talks about?

Qiao Zhou followed the man into the yard, and the man crossed the yard and stepped over the steps, bent down and pushed the needle of the record player away from the entrance of the main room, and the twittering "Peony Pavilion" on the big metal speaker stopped abruptly.

The light in the main room suddenly dimmed a lot. Instead of ordinary round tables and high chairs, there was a bamboo flat bed. The white sheets were tightly stretched, revealing an ominous desolation. A narrow and long table, all kinds of strange bottles, cans, hooks, forks, knives and brushes are placed on the table. On the wall facing the bamboo bed, there is a hanging picture that is as tall as a person. The scene of Yan Luo's interrogation in the underworld, with various incense candles on the altar table, the scene is weird and wonderful.

Especially with Lan Yin standing next to this gloomy scene with an awe-inspiring fairy spirit, the scene is even more strange. If I had to say it, it could probably be named "Evil and Evil Set up an Altar to Gather Fierce Immortal Venerables to Sweep Out Evil with a Sword".

Standing by the empty bamboo bed, Lan Yin slowly rolled up her sleeves and gave Qiao Zhou a look.

This time Qiao Zhou reacted in a timely manner, and put the child who had been carrying him all the way on the bamboo bed. When he turned around, he saw the fairy nodded slightly, and the phoenix eyes were slightly closed, which was a sign of satisfaction.

...It's amazing, this is still an evil immortal with full charm skills.

Lan Yin put on a pair of gauze gloves made of special material, opened Qiao Zhou's coat, saw the face of the child inside, was silent for a while, straightened her body, and raised a sharp bamboo needle that she didn't know when she picked it up. The half-foot-long bamboo needle pointed directly at Qiao Zhou's face: "You killed someone?"

Qiao Zhou suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was extremely absurd.

A monster who accuses others of killing?

Lan Yin's cold phoenix eyes were cold and cold, Qiao Zhou quickly settled down, and the circles of his eyes turned red: "This is my son, how could I kill him? I am a businessman and entrusted him to others to take care of him. When I came back, the house was empty, and it was only when my neighbor told me that my child had died of illness! No one informed me of his death, so he was buried hastily. I searched all night before I found the grave of the child. Look, it turned out to be like this..."

Lan Yin squinted her eyes and looked at Qiao Zhou for a long time. The bamboo needle in her hand hung down and lightly slid across Qiao Zhou's wrist. you?!"

Lan Yin ignored him, the bamboo stick stained with a little blood was extremely flexible in his hand, and cut a little skin on the child's fingertips. After a while, Lan Yin looked at him coldly: "There is no blood relationship."

Sure enough, there are non-scientific elements, just a little blood can tell the relationship, and all the paternity testing agencies in the world will be closed down.

Qiao Zhou drew a big circle for "non-science" in his mind, and was a little more cautious when making up his words: "It's an adopted son. I have nothing under my knees, and I can only adopt one child. Who would have met such bad luck..."

This time Lan Yin agreed with his explanation, her expression became much more relaxed, she put down the bamboo needle, wiped the child's bruised face with her fingers, and twirled her fingertips: "Death, it smells like water for suppressing corpses."

Qiao Zhou's expression was blank, and Lan Yin stared at him for a while, then reluctantly opened his mouth, and spit out a few more words: "The mortician's handwriting, to prevent the corpse from seeking revenge."

Then Lan Yin saw the middle-aged man who was described as miserable and sat on the ground with a plop, hunching his back and crying softly.

The high-cold embalmer, who twisted his fingers to distinguish the smell, was dumbfounded on the spot.

He looked around blankly like a hamster who couldn't find a nut for a while, and couldn't find anyone who could help him, so he could only stare at the whimpering middle-aged man resignedly, stared at it for a while, and then straightened up in embarrassment His back was strained, and his whole body was stiff.

Feeling that the performance was enough, Du Qiao Zhou raised his head again, Lan Yin's tense body relaxed imperceptibly, and said a word urgently: "I can ask."

Can I ask?what?

This time, Qiao Zhou was at a loss.

But Lan Yin obviously didn't want to watch him perform any more. He picked out a bunch of things almost quickly with his hands and feet. When he raised his hand, the door of the main room slammed shut. Qiao Zhou's pupils shrank slightly, and Lan Yin raised his head and looked at him vigilantly at the same time. , as if observing whether he was about to sit down and cry again.

I don’t know what kind of material the door of the main room is made of, and the light-shielding performance is first-class. The light in the room is already weak, but this time it feels like you can’t see your fingers. Lan Yin’s movements are not hindered at all, as if he can see things at night .

A cluster of orange flames burned on the snow-white candle. In the windless environment, the candle flame rose several inches in a straight line. Lan Yin stretched out her finger and brushed over the candle flame, and a strange and intoxicating fragrance was scattered When he moved his hand away, the warm orange flame turned into a cold turquoise.

"Ask Yin Master Lan Yin, I pray that under the seat of Yan Luo in the tenth hall, temporarily open the gate of ghosts, and pass on the ghosts."

The low voice rang in Qiao Zhou's ears, and for a moment the hairs on Qiao Zhou's back stood on end.

Lan Yin is summoning souls? !

Doesn't it mean that his lies will be exposed in minutes as soon as this child comes out? !

Qiao Zhou took a deep breath, and was ready to switch to the mad doctor state to fight Lan Yin, but it was a pity that he spent a lot of time digging graves and acting, but he couldn't get anything useful from Lan Yin Information, it is a pity.

But one can be sure, since there is such a supernatural element as summoning souls, then the main thread of this world must also be related to supernatural events. It is true to check along with the mortician, and the "asking the Yin master" mentioned by Lan Yin just now is also the key...

Qiao Zhou stood aside with all his energy. Lan Yin waited for a while with his eyes downcast, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. After a while, he raised his hand to extinguish the candle, and turned to Qiao Zhou: "I can't find it."

Can't find it?Good thing.

Qiao Zhou thought so, and covered his face in despair: "How could this happen, what happened..."

Lan Yin looked at Qiao Zhou nervously, and found that he was just talking to himself, and didn't mean to cry. She was a little relieved, and quickly went back to make amends: "You can ask again."

Qiao Zhou's breathing stopped for a second, and when he looked up again, his eyes were full of ecstasy and burning light, with a desperate mad obsession: "Is it okay? Can I really ask?"

...If I can ask, I have no choice but to kill you.

He added later.

Lan Yin, who has no mind reading skills, nodded with a stern face like the flower of Gaoling: "Wait tonight."

Qiao Zhou bowed again and again to thank him: "Okay, okay, tonight, just tonight! I'll leave everything to Mr. Lan!"

Lan Yin nodded stiffly and perfunctorily, looking like she really wanted to send Qiao Zhou away as soon as possible. Qiao Zhou dawdled for a while, expressing overflowing anticipation and mourning, before taking his leave slowly.

The moment the door was closed, both inside and outside the door let out a sigh of relief.