Human dimension reduction

When Qiao Zhou asked Yao Li to dig the grave, he didn't think about the fraudulent corpse. He just followed the normal puzzle-solving idea of ​​the game and used two prongs to find clues.

If this is a puzzle game, then obviously the puzzle that needs to be solved is the reason why the descendants of the Wan family died for no reason.

According to Yao Li's description of the plot of "Strange Events in the Magic City", the Wan family has been prosperous and safe until they reached Sangsusu and became famous. They have always been the richest man in Shili Yangchang. It can be seen that their evil deeds have not been brought to light.

However, according to Qiao Zhou's speculation, if Sang Susu is really as powerful as Lan Yin in the later stage, there is no reason why Lan Yin can't find out what she can, especially since she is married to Wan Changming. Will you not notice?

Lan Yin didn't care whether it was because of his flawed personality, and didn't think it was necessary to expose the matter, so why did Sang Susu keep silent?

Either Sang Susu turned a blind eye to help cover it up, or she used other methods to replace the insidious method of getting rich with human life, so it can be regarded as bringing Wanjia "back to the right way".

But Qiao Zhou felt that it was boring to wait for a third party to "hold justice". There is really something to do.

"Have they been back before?" Qiao Zhou asked, remembering what Lan Yin said, "I thought it would take three or four days."

"I've come back. There is some reason for the mortician to keep the spirit for seven days. After the first death, the Wan family didn't believe me and wanted to send me away early, so I left after watching the burial. Who knows the fourth day?" He came back at night, scaring Master Wan out of his wits."

"The second one came back on the third night. I just happened to be there, so I sent him back."

Lan Yin looked at the straight shadow cast on the carved wooden door, thoughtfully: "This one... came out very quickly."

The rush to bury the person was precisely because Master Wan was afraid of getting the corpse up. Although it would happen if he buried him, it was better than making a fuss at home.

"You don't know?" Qiao Zhou asked abruptly.

Lan Yin could see that the cause of death of the deceased was different, but wouldn't she be able to see that they were going to cheat the corpse to seek revenge?

Lan Yin held the lantern, lowered her eyes and smiled embarrassedly: "Don't you think it's very interesting?"

Qiao Zhou followed his words and said, "It's really interesting."

Lan Yin's eyes brightened: "Really? It's a pity that my father can't understand."

"When I was born, the world was in chaos. Within two years, the emperor abdicated and the court was gone. There were wars everywhere, some wanted independence, some wanted restoration, and people starved to death on the streets. I followed My father went out to collect the corpses, and dragged them to the mass grave by cart after cart, and the pile of bones can be so high."

Lan Yin raised her hand to compare the height of her waist, with a casual smile on her face.

"Wars are fought in the south and wars are fought in the north. There is famine and disease everywhere. The dead can't even be harvested."

It was a period of extremely absurd years, without any romantic feelings. The romantic cultural collision and exchange of ideas written in the book belonged to the middle and upper class, and the lower class just wanted to live.

Lan Yin was seven years old at the time, but he had already shown extraordinary talent in the process of encoffining and interrogation. Lan's father had a son in his middle age, and his wife passed away shortly after giving birth to Lan Yin, so he was very concerned about this hard-won gift. The youngest son is extremely cherished.

At that time, the society was in turmoil, to the extent that the army captured the young men on the street. Finally, the most chaotic season passed, and the famine came again.

Refugees fleeing eastward poured into the magic capital, and large grain merchants took the opportunity to raise grain prices to profit from it. People who starved to death fell directly on the side of the road.

In troubled times, the morticians had to go out. It was their job to comfort the dead and collect the bones. Father Lan took Xiao Lanyin out to collect the corpses. A dilapidated cart could transport more than a dozen people. Lan Yin was still tall, but not very heavy, because all they had left was a handful of bones and a piece of flesh before they died.

The memory of childhood is very vague, intermittently like a bad picture. Lan Yin remembers that he seemed to be sick during that time, and he went out with his father every day listlessly. Tie flowers, and there are so many people dying in the city that even the price of paper in white shops has started to rise.

There are only a few scant memories worth writing about. While learning how to encoffin with Lan's father, and at the same time learning how to sell and collect the corpses, Lan Yin lived like this for more than a year. The hunger in the city has decreased a lot, and the desolate city has gradually regained its vitality. The foreigners who came with strong boats and guns have built this place into a prosperous metropolis. A scene of peace and prosperity.

Lan's father began to concentrate on teaching Lan Yin. In the process, he gradually discovered his special features and tried to instill in him normal moral values. However, he failed to educate his son into a normal person until he died of illness a few years later. It was Lan Yin who learned to disguise herself without a teacher.

Lan Yin's family, which has been coffined for generations, has produced a genius with outstanding endowments, and soon the entire demon city knows Lan Yin's name, and when they come to ask him to go to the coffin, they must respectfully address him as "Mr. Lan".

Qiao Zhou listened to Lan Yin finish his lackluster past in a few words in a calm tone, and his eyes quickly turned to the lantern in his hand, as if he was interested in this lantern again: "You made this?"

Lan Yin shook the ebony handle, and the tassels hanging under the octagonal lantern wobbled unsteadily, creating water-like patterns in the light blue halo: "Do you like it? I can make one for you too."

"But..." He looked at Qiao Zhou meaningfully, "If you take my lamp, you will be a member of the Lan family from now on."

"Hold my lamp, and I can find you at the ends of the earth."

Qiao Zhou thought about it, and asked jokingly, "Then does this count as something of great significance to you?"

Lan Yin smiled at him: "Forget it, of course, I won't forget it even if I die."

Qiao Zhou pressed his hands on the cane, nodded, and said vaguely, "That's really——that's great."

Ha, isn't he afraid that Lan Yin will come looking for him? When he gets the props, he will run away, and Lan Yin will break the dimensional wall and chase after him if he has the ability.

They were "flirtatious" here, but the child who had come back from the dead outside couldn't wait anymore. The door of the mourning hall was pushed open with a bang, and the dark wind outside the door poured in. The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and the ground even formed a thin layer Frosty.

The flames of the two arm-thick white candles in front of the coffin leaped up violently, and then wilted weakly. The orange flames turned into a faint green, reflecting the surrounding white silk into a strange and ominous green.

The uninvited guest at the door was still the same as Qiao Zhou saw him yesterday. He was wearing a colorful gown with flowers, a small hat inlaid with jade on his head, a pair of pink satin boots covered with thick mud, and his face was embellished by Lan Yin. The pink and jade-like smile, coupled with the dilated pupils and gloomy eyes, has a kind of creepy and eerie feeling.

He was standing in a strange posture. He was pushing his head upwards, his shoulders were slightly shrugged, his toes were on the ground, and his heels were hanging high. It looked like he was not alive.

After the carved wooden door opened, he stood at the door for a while, and then jumped straight to the coffin. As for Lan Yin and Qiao Zhou who were standing there magnanimously, he seemed to have not seen them at all.

The black and sticky graveyard soil was printed on the ground with his footsteps, and the cold satin fabric passed by Qiao Zhou and Lan Yi, sending a sour smell into their nostrils.

In less than two days since his death, there was already a strong rancid smell on his body, two pale and stiff little hands were exposed from the sleeves, and his skin was spotted with corpses.

Lan Yin held Qiao Zhou with one hand and took a step back, avoiding the smell that shot straight into the sky, the pair of dark and slack eyes suddenly turned around, stopped for a long while without finding anything, and continued to jump forward .

The spiritual table is placed on a long table, in front of the table there are various kinds of cakes and snacks. The lingering fragrance is wafting from the incense burner, and two white candles more than a foot long are burning with green flames. He stops in front of the long table, the height of a child. He was barely able to get to the long case. He stretched out his stiff arms and scratched at it. The fruit plate cake was overturned and scattered on the floor, and then the pair of long candles fell down.

One of the candles rolled to the ground, and one was caught in his hand at an angle. The young child showed a strange greedy look on his expressionless face, stretched his neck, and put his mouth and nose close On the candlelight, he took a long breath, and immediately there was a distorted and happy ecstasy on his face.

It's really chilling down the spine for a child to show such an expression, but neither Lan Yin nor Qiao Zhou are paying attention to him at the moment.

Two pairs of eyes of different colors were staring at the white candle that rolled down to the ground. As expected of a wealthy family, the Wanjia bought white candles that were particularly resistant to wind and fire. After being blown by the wind, it still shivered and firmly lit a little flame, and the place where the candle head was facing happened to be the grosgrain curtain hanging from the pillar.

The flimsy and flammable fabric was quickly burned to the side, and the flames climbed from the bottom up, devouring the thin and expensive silk faille. In just a few seconds, a small half of the curtain burned, and the wooden structure of the house and the various colors inside Most of the furniture and toys are combustible, and it doesn't take long to burn them all.

And that little ghost still stretched his neck and swallowed the offering incense without knowing it.

Lan Yin glanced at Qiao Zhou.

Qiao Zhou turned his face to look at Lan Yin.

None of them spoke, but they raised their feet at the same time, quickly walked out of the mourning hall, and at the same time silently closed the two carved wooden doors with a tacit understanding.

It is not enough to trap people, but when the servants find the fire, the fire must be beyond rescue, and all the property will be turned into fly ash, leaving only time to escape.

If there was another living corpse who came to seek revenge mixed in, those who wanted to escape would most likely not be able to escape.

There is revenge for revenge and revenge for injustice, and the wealth and honor exchanged by human life is returned as it came.

Lan Yin led Qiao Zhou with a lantern, and the two of them walked slowly in Wanjia's beautifully carved landscape garden. Although they were in the name of escaping from a fire, their posture was no different from wandering in the garden.

The Wan family spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to pile up the garden, and it will soon be reduced to nothing. I really feel sorry for the money if I don't appreciate it more.

After walking out of the scope of the mourning hall, the light blue light in Lan Yin's hand returned to orange. The servants who met along the road did not have any doubts about their behavior of wandering casually. After walking out of the gate, commotion and noise came from behind.

"It's water!" Shi Potian screamed through half of the night sky with a startled scream, and the ear-piercing sound of gongs and drums woke up the whole sleeping house. The sound came to my ears, and as the fire spread, not only the houses were boiling, but even the nearby residents and patrolmen on the street ran out.

The nearby residents who heard the noise rushed over, carrying various containers in their hands, with different expressions on their faces, some sincerely wanted to put out the fire so that the fire would not spread to the surroundings, and some wanted to take the opportunity to get into Wanjia to get some floating money. Home, maybe if you take something, you will have no worries for the rest of your life?

More and more people came from east, west, north and south. Even though it was night, there was a crowd of people during the day. Although there was a curfew order ahead, the curfew obviously couldn't stop people from participating in such a big event as firefighting.

Qiao Zhou and Lan Yin watched for a while in a remote place not too far away, until the fire burned half the sky red, and the servants of the Wanjia firefighting rushed out to escape, but no matter how many people escaped, they never found out. Master Wan has a plump and well-proportioned figure of medium build.

The two walked against the flow of people towards Liuzi Lane. A young man carrying a basin suddenly bumped into Qiao Zhou's sight. In seconds, the two passed by with the flow of people.

Qiao Zhou frowned slightly, why him?

And Zhou Jianqing, who mixed into the crowd to inquire about the news, ran more than ten meters away, stood still and looked back for a while, but did not find the foreigner who gave him a strange feeling, secretly hid that impressive face in his heart, and was about to turn back Do more calculations.

Yao Li's trust in the People's Army is extraordinary. As soon as she saw Zhou Jianqing, she poured out all her and Song Chenggong's guesses about the world and the plot of "The Strange Events of the Devil's City". Even Zhou Jianqing was stunned for a long time, but whether it was true or not, it was better to have clues than to run around without a clue.

So Zhou Jianqing decided to sneak into Wanjia, an important place where the plot took place, to take a look. Who knew that he happened to meet the golden opportunity of Wanjia being on fire, which was just right for him to fish in troubled waters.