Human dimension reduction

Talking about night, Qiao Zhou didn't plan to meet Lan Yin in Master Song's face anymore. Apart from other things, Lan Yin couldn't summon a soul during the day, so it was obvious that he wanted to get real at night. And there is no benefit, not even the most basic self-protection ability.

More importantly, Qiao Zhou wanted to see what Lan Yin would do, and the mad doctor's ability to move in space would come in handy.

When the night fell heavily, the entire Demon City was shrouded in yellowing years. One day passed, and basically all the possessed monsters had assimilated the snatched bodies into their original appearances. The sense of humor dissipated, the trams clanged, men and women in cheongsams and long gowns walked and laughed naturally, and the time was dialed back more than 100 years ago in a trance.

An overly skinny hand held a yellow leather wallet, and put it into the pocket casually. The long gloves covered the hands tightly, not an inch of flesh was exposed, and the wrist bone was as thin as a bamboo branch.

The high-altitude hunting wind was blowing the white coat on Qiao Zhou's body. Behind him was a huge clock that imitated the shape of the British Big Ben. The night was so thick that no one knew that there was a person standing on the clock tower tens of meters above the ground.

The silk headband tied with the hair was blown away by the wind, and the long silver-gray hair was scattered along with it. The mad doctor with decadent and gorgeous eyes stretched out his hand from his forehead and pulled his hair back into a bunch, holding it in his hands. The Lanchun River flowed from north to south at his feet. , the city in the east is lit up with dots of lights, and the music and dance are floating leisurely up the bell tower. Beyond the splendor of wine, there are alleys that are as quiet as another world. The alleys are dotted with stars, and the doors in the alleys are tightly closed. Closed, only the faint candlelight illuminates the night time.

To the west of the Lanchun River, there was a huge darkness, and the thick fog exuded an ominous atmosphere. It was hard to see what was inside. According to Qiao Zhou's guess, it was more likely that there was nothing.

The black hole engulfed the three districts east of the Lanchun River, and the west side was still safe and sound. Reflected in this fallen city, it is impossible to see the thick darkness that entered.

The thin mad doctor held his cane in his right hand and took a step towards the void in front of him. In the next second, his figure appeared at the entrance of Liuzixiang.

The shop owners who sat here chatting and basking in the sun during the day have all dispersed. Most of these shops in the alleys are rebuilt from their own houses. The first floor sells goods and the second floor lives. It can block small pavements.

The cold evening wind blew out from the alley, stirring the crazy doctor's long silver-gray hair messily on his shoulders, and the heels of his riding boots struck the bluestone road, making a crisp and long echo.

The crazy doctor's body is full of old wounds. Although the monster resurrected after death does not feel any pain, the lack of some flesh and blood still makes his movements somewhat inconvenient. From the extremities of the limbs to the soul, there is a cold feeling of losing temperature. Therefore, Qiao Zhou He also deliberately slows down when walking, and his steps are stiffer and slower than ordinary people. It can be seen that his legs and feet are injured.

The sound of the cane was very clear in the silent Liuzi Lane. From a distance, he could see the two lit white lanterns at the end of the alley. The dim light like a halo shone on the bluestone road, and also enveloped the people who opened the door and walked out. that man.

The cane that was pointing to the ground stopped in place.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qiao Zhou suddenly remembered where his sense of familiarity came from.

He had indeed met Lan Yin.

Five years ago, when he was still in college, his illness was much more serious than it is now. Even Qiao Zhou with such a calm and rational personality sometimes couldn't distinguish reality from fiction. His roommate faintly sensed that something was wrong with him. , began to alienate him, Qiao Zhou is of course not a person who would care about such cold violence, and still acts according to his own living habits.

One day he went out to attend a big class, which was changed to Monday night due to the teacher's rescheduling. Qiao Zhou was walking from the secluded library to the classroom. On the way, he had to pass a grove of crabapple and cherry blossoms. It was a spring day. , the moonlight was brilliant, he turned his head by chance, and saw the person standing under the crabapple tree.

A dark gown with gold threads hinged on the buttons, and a large swath of deep vermilion and light red begonia flowers on the hem of the clothes, holding him up like a cloud. The man is holding a lantern in his hand. The exquisite and retro palace lantern is hung with tassels. It was an ignorant and dim strange light blue, like a will-o'-the-wisp, illuminating the face of a fairy who had no desires or desires.

This scene is very impactful. If it is accompanied by smoke around it, it will be an authentic blockbuster movie. The characters who appear on the stage must be powerful and mysterious characters. Generally, such characters are either the guide of the protagonist or the villain who loves and kills the protagonist.

Qiao Zhou took a look and turned his head away. Needless to say, in reality, it is impossible for a person to grow up like this, and it must be a bug.

After he walked out of the forest, he put this scene behind him until today, five years later, the exact same scene appeared before him again.

Standing under the eaves was an immortal carrying a tasseled palace lantern. A cold blue fire was burning in the lantern. The man was wearing a dark long gown covered with clouds and clouds. Looking over quietly.

It looks like an old oil painting, the background is the low eaves of the old alley, and the blue tank full of water is placed stubbyly beside the wooden door. The man looking back from the side is quiet and desolate, as if he is telling a long and mysterious story.

Qiao Zhou was only in a daze for a short time, and he quickly reacted, with a distant but polite smile on his lips, and greeted Vincent with his usual soft tone: "Good night, is this Mr. Lan?"

Lan Yin quietly watched him walk in front of her. He was a little taller than Vincent, his eyes lowered slightly, looking into Qiao Zhou's eyes, as if in a daze, but also as if he was asking silently.

"I am the attending physician of the child's father. He passed out due to excessive grief after leaving your place in the afternoon, but he asked me to come to Mr. Lan to find out the cause and effect no matter what. I was entrusted, so I can only take the liberty to come to Mr. Lan , and please Mr. Lan don't dislike me as a burden."

Qiao Zhou smiled at Lan Yin, and said the well-thought-out words. Not surprisingly, Lan Yin's expression did not change at all.

He seems like a guy who doesn't care about these things.

Unexpectedly, Lan Yin paused for a few seconds, and instead of asking more about her client, she focused her attention on Qiao Zhou, "Are you studying medicine?"

Qiao Zhou wore Vincent's skin, and he lied confidently without blinking his eyes: "Surgery, in the words of you Chinese people, is to use knives on people."

Lan Yin looked at him, and remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "Me too."

There was a subtle joy in his tone.

Qiao Zhou vaguely felt... something was wrong, why did Lan Yin keep looking at him?Vincent's face is indeed pretty, but it shouldn't take so long to look at it, right?

"Let's go," Lan Yin didn't make him think too much, raised the lantern in his hand, and stretched out a hand to Qiao Zhou, with the palm facing up, as an inviting gesture, "The road is not easy to walk, I will lead you."

Compared with the rigidity of jumping out word by word when facing Mr. Song during the day, his current tone can be called amiable.

Qiao Zhou looked at that hand, then at Lan Yin, with a trace of rejection in his eyes, and a smile on his face: "Mr. Lan, please lead the way, I am a big man anyway, I won't fall."

Lan Yin withdrew her hand graciously, her eyes drooped slightly, as if she was a little disappointed, but she didn't say anything.

Lan Yin stood there patiently waiting for Qiao Zhou to come to her side as the strange blue candlelight of the palace lantern shone on the bluestone road. Even though Qiao Zhou walked much slower than ordinary people, she didn't look impatient at all.

Seeing that Qiao Zhou's gaze fell on the palace lantern in his hand, Lan Yin explained: "The ancestors of the Lan family have passed down asking the Yin lanterns to illuminate the road to Huangquan and avoid ghosts."

Qiao Zhou gave him a complicated look.

He was sure this time, there must be something wrong with Lan Yin. During the day, he closed the door and lit candles to summon the soul. He just did what he said, and he didn't mean to explain to Master Song at all. Why did Vincent come here? treatment?

This mortician with the face of Zhang Gaoling's flower fairy, still can't control his face?

Lan Yin waited for him to come to her side, raised a hand, fine snow-white powder spilled from between his fingers, and the wind blowing from nowhere rolled up the strange iridescent powder, as if consciously It blew towards the wall at the end of the alley.

"Ask the Yin master Lan Yin, ask the ghosts and gods from all directions..."

He murmured inaudible sentences in a low voice, pulled out the paper money from his sleeve and threw it casually, the gust of wind suddenly became stronger, rolled up the thrown paper money one by one, and slammed into the moss-covered ground. wall.

The next second, the fog surged ahead, and a cold wind rose from under the feet, blowing forward from behind, and the wall in front of him was like ripples and waves on the surface of a lake, appearing and disappearing at once like a wrong frame. .

Qiao Zhou's brows were raised high, and he clenched his hand on the cane, a look of astonishment flashed across his expression: "What, what's going on?"

Lan Yin held up the lantern and handed it forward. Where the cold blue candlelight shone, the scene that seemed to be false and sometimes real was fixed at once, and the wall disappeared completely, replaced by a narrow loess road, which resembled the most beautiful scene in the countryside. Like the common dirt road, the yellow mud is so strong that only one person can walk comfortably. The blue-gray fog in front of it is filled, and the loess road winds and disappears in the fog. It seems that there are people walking.

Lan Yin turned her head and saw the shock in Qiao Zhou's eyes. She was a little at a loss. She looked at the yellow dirt road ahead and then at Qiao Zhou, and said awkwardly, "This is... Huangquan Road."

He thought Qiao Zhou was scared, but he didn't know that the silver-gray long-haired young man in front of him was shocked for a few seconds, and then showed a strange and eager smile: "Is Huangquan Road... the place where people go after death in Chinese legends?" ?”

This reaction made Lan Yin stunned for a moment, he nodded hesitantly, stepped on the yellow dirt road, and looked back at Qiao Zhou anxiously, "Follow me closely."

Qiao Zhou looked at him for a while, and a wonderful idea came to his mind.

Under Lan Yin's blank gaze, the handsome and dignified young man stretched out his hand to hold his arm. His gloved left hand was so thin that it seemed to be able to touch the cold bone. He politely just held it gently , and raised the corners of his lips towards Lan Yin: "Compared to holding hands, I am more comfortable with this way."

Lan Yin froze for a moment as if she had been electrified all over her body. She pursed her lips and said nothing, but moved the lantern between the two of them.

The yellow mud road is enough for one person to walk, but it is a bit difficult for two people to walk together, especially Lan Yin and Vincent are both grown men. Fortunately, they are both slender, otherwise they might fall if they walk. I went down one, and there was only mist on both sides of the dirt road, so I couldn't see what was below clearly. I thought it would not have any good results.

Even so, the two of them had to get closer, Qiao Zhou was always calm and composed, Lan Yin still had a desolate fairy look on his face, but his hands and feet were a little stiff.

Could it be that he really fell in love with Vincent at first sight?Qiao Zhou was speechless in his heart, this was something he never thought of.

But if that's the case, isn't that very convenient?

Thinking of this, Qiao Zhou became happy.