my weird life.

Chapter 926 'Imitation' Consciousness (12)

'Information sheet—name: Zhu Yuming (self-proclaimed 'Wang Fuying', after investigation, Wang Fuying was not the missing person in the Mingzhou incident).

Gender: male (self-identified as 'female').

Age: 39 years old (claims to be 52 years old).

Home address:……'

Su Wu stood still in front of a transparent cubicle, carefully reading a page of data sheets pasted on the cubicle.

In the cubicle, a tall man folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen, walking back and forth in small steps in the cubicle, his face was full of sadness and uneasiness, 'he' didn't say maliciously when he saw Su Wu approaching like other living corpses. Yelling and sternly interrogating Su Wu, he watched Su Wu timidly for a while before whispering, "Master... How long will the old woman have to stay here?"

Looking back at the data sheet, Su Wu raised his head, looked at the tall man who behaved like an old woman, and said, "Wang Fuying."

"Yes." The tall man hurriedly agreed.

"Where is your home in Jin?" Su Wu asked.

The 'tall man' replied: "Master Hui, E's family is in a small mountain village in Fenzhou Prefecture, called 'Dashuitan Village'."

Its words often contain local slang, and it would be difficult to distinguish its words unless it was a native of Jin, but Su Wu led the battle with the "King of the Heart of Eight Consciousnesses" and his own gift of sharp tongue. Talking, communicating with it, is not too difficult.

The memories of Wang Fuying, the living corpse of the 'tall man', responded to Su Wu's words earlier, saying that his home is in a remote mountain village in a corner of 'Fenzhou Prefecture', and that village is called 'Dashuitan Village'.

"The people of Fenzhou Prefecture, why did they travel thousands of miles to come to Mingzhou?" Su Wu asked.

"I don't know..." The tall man shook his head anxiously.

"There is always a reason." Su Wu said, "Could it be that you stayed at home well, but ended up coming to Mingzhou thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye?"

'Wang Fuying' shook his head again, and said hesitantly: "The third son of the family of 'Zhou Dashan' in the village has turned 12 years old, and he went to attend his 'round lock ceremony'. He was sitting at the banquet before eating. A piece of chicken, the great good man led his third son to the hall, and only then opened the lock on the neck of his third son...

I can't see anything, I don't know anything.

When I came back to my senses, I was already in a place I didn't know. "

"Round Lock Ceremony..." Su Wu whispered to himself.

The custom of "circle lock ceremony" has not been cut off even today.

The main reason is that in the past, people believed that children were incomplete before the age of 12, so they needed to lock their souls with a lock to prevent the souls from slipping away and causing the children to die early.

Up to now, the "circle lock ceremony" is mainly extended as a kind of blessing to children, and it is hoped that through this ceremony, children can "open their wisdom" and develop in a more intelligent direction.

Su Wu looked at the tall man and said, "It seems that there is something wrong with the third son of Zhou Dashan's family? As soon as the elders unlocked him, you suddenly lost your senses. When your senses recover, you have already reached the situation you are in now. Come."

'Wang Fuying' shook her head blankly: "I don't know..."

"Then do you know 'Zhu Yuming'?" Su Wu asked.

He was clearly a tall man who looked like Zhu Yuming, and he shook his head blankly: "I don't know him."

Su Wu didn't comment, and asked again: "You came here from Mingzhou, did you meet people like you along the way?"

"I've seen a group of people with long braids, but I don't know if they are the same as me, and I don't know why they came to this unknown place..." Wang Fuying replied.

Su Wu nodded. He held a gossip bronze mirror in his left hand, and a brush dipped in cinnabar and ink appeared in his right hand.

Looking up at the tall man, Su Wu asked again: "You really don't know 'Zhu Yuming'?"

While speaking, the Eight Consciousness Heart King suddenly started to work.

All kinds of multi-colored light wheels turn from virtual to real, and appear in reality in an instant, leaving out many other compartments, except for the compartment of 'Wang Fuying'.

As a result, while the various colored light wheels were constantly circling, Wang Fuying heard Su Wu's words and repeated them over and over again: "You really don't know Zhu Yuming?"

Its expression became obviously irritable, and it responded repeatedly: "Master, I really don't know you, I really don't know you!"

"You never lied." The voice that passed through the various light wheels seemed to become a little gentler, and the look of 'Wang Fuying' also calmed down, no longer impetuous before.

It nodded approvingly.

Hearing that voice suddenly said: "But you are not 'Wang Fuying', who are you?!

who is it? ! "

The voice suddenly became serious!
Shouting loudly, it was like thunderbolts falling from the sky!

The world of light wheels of various colors suddenly turned into a world where the sky was full of thunder and thunder, and 'Wang Fuying' was in this world, looking panicked and at a loss!
"Dashuitan Village, where were you on the day of Yuansuo, the third son of Zhou Dashan?
Think quickly!

Think quickly! "

The voice became fiercer and fiercer each time, and every sentence seemed to be mixed with the sound of a spell that exploded like thunder. The terrifying and vicious sound of the spell made 'Wang Fuying' feel trembling, and it kept moving in the transparent compartment. The slightly transparent shadows were continuously peeled off from it, and with each shadow peeled off, its expression became colder——

Su Wu stood outside the cubicle, and tapped the gossip plate with the vermilion pen in his hand.

A 'God's Mantra of Chasing Cause and Fruit' boiled up!

Wisps of wisps of hair passed through the transparent barrier, entwined with the transparent shadows that fell off Wang Fuying's body, and the magic spell of chasing cause and fruit instantly connected with them!

All the transparent shadows superimposed into the figure of an old woman with a stooped back and fairly neat clothes.

The old woman's eyes were empty, and she opened her mouth to speak: "On the day of Zhou Dashan's third son's round lock ceremony, the forehead seemed to be the lock on his third son's neck at that time... Uncle of Mr. Zhou, take a key and turn the forehead Poke it open and put it on the altar table at the back.

The third son turned his head and gave me a squeaky smile.

Then what happened, I can't remember..."

As the woman opened her mouth to speak, Su Wu saw some severely distorted and doubled images in the transparent shadow that made up 'her':

In the deep main hall.

A man wearing a melon cap and a rattail is sitting at the main seat. On the wall behind him, ancestral tablets are arranged like steps. The man is stroking his beard and looking at himself.

At the door of the main room, a boy with a lock around his neck stood there with his head held high.

Beside the boy, another man was holding a tray, and took a bunch of keys from the tray, and the men, women and children who had gathered outside the hall were talking loudly.

Then the man took the key and opened the lock.

Finally, the image was shattered.

"You're a human, how can you be a lock?" Su Wu asked the old woman shadowy.

"Ah, a human?

Is it human? "The old woman's eyes were empty.

She repeated Su Wu's words in doubt, and her own figure trembled a few times under the embrace of the various colored light wheels, and then vanished into thin air.

Su Wu looked at the tall man in the transparent compartment surrounded by various colored light wheels, and there were multiple roulettes in his eyes. When the multiple roulettes continued to shrink, the old woman had disappeared. , appeared in his eyes again——that figure standing sluggishly opposite the 'tall man'.

The living corpse wearing Zhu Yuming's body looked at the tall man with an increasingly cold expression.

At this time, Su Wu said: "Look at you today, how similar are you to this 'Wang Fuying'?"

While speaking, a mirror was immediately hung around the 'tall man', and the mirror reflected the real appearance of 'it'. It glanced at itself in the mirror, and suddenly laughed coldly and resentfully!
It stared at Su Wu, who seemed to be outside the light wheel, but also seemed to be inside the light wheel, and his smile was full of profound malice!
On the data record sheet, the living corpse of 'Zhu Yuming', who was generally evaluated by observers as 'relatively gentle and communicable', now showed a different face!
"Your sanity comes from your memory.

Your memory comes from the object you imitate. "Su Wu looked at the living corpse in the cubicle, and on the relatively resolute face of the other party, there was a smile full of resentment and malice, just like the expression on the face of a gloomy child who has been robbed of his favorite toy. !
"Wang Fuying's memory has fallen from your body.

Your current memory seems to be inherited from the third son of the Zhou family at the round lock ceremony? "The vermilion pen in Su Wu's hand once again tapped on the eight trigrams copper plate!
The 'tall man' in the compartment trembled violently, and a series of slightly transparent shadows fell off his body!
Those shadows came together to form a well-dressed child with a lock around his neck!
Su Wu stared at the child, and from the figure of the child, he saw some other severely distorted and doubled images—the middle-aged man with a goatee who was sitting in the main hall, pushed the door and walked in. In a dark room with scattered light and dust.

An old woman followed behind him.

That old woman, with neat clothes and stooped back, is exactly the shadow of Wang Fuying from before!

'Wang Fuying' looked at the person on the bed with a humble and flattering smile on her face, bowed and said: "Third Young Master, from now on, I will dress you in your daily life..."

The old woman raised her head and smiled flatteringly again.

In the smile, hides the malice that makes the 'Third Young Master' on the bed slightly terrified!

The image is shattered.

The figure of the child disappeared in an instant.

In the transparent compartment, the 'tall man' stood in place, like a clay puppet.

Although his face is expressionless, the combination of his facial features and posture always inadvertently reveal a kind of malice that makes people feel creepy, just like ordinary people in a wax museum, and at a moment when they turn their heads inadvertently, they see The smiling face in the corner looks like a wax figure looking at itself!
He is 'dead', like a decoration.

But it makes people feel that he may come back to life at any time!

(End of this chapter)