Aoba Office

As soon as I entered the office, I had a chilling feeling. This feeling is of course due to the yin energy in the office.

Because there is a sharp contrast with the atmosphere of the Six Workers and Peasants Villages, I found that the Yin Qi in the office is also cold, but it is different from the Yin Qi in the community. I can't tell the specific difference, but the feeling it gives me is definitely different. The yin energy in the community always makes me feel sticky and uncomfortable, like the sewage. In the office, if the door didn't appear and it didn't give me a sense of aversion to cold, it would be simply cold, like entering a place that doesn't see light all year round, and the temperature is naturally several degrees lower than other places.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the office.

The light in the room was dim, there was definitely no one sitting on the sofa, and I didn't see anyone next to the filing cabinet.

I called "Ye Qing" and I heard the sound myself, but I wasn't sure if Ye Qing could hear it.

It should be possible. If you can't hear my voice at all, then if I knock on the door, the door won't be opened.

I turned to look at the open door, but saw no one next to it.

After thinking about it, I walked in anyway.

Squeak - click!

The sound of the door closing was clear, unlike the weird door of the Cornucopia.

Although the door closed automatically, and the sound was definitely not friendly in a quiet environment, hearing it in my ears made me relax.

I looked at the door again, but saw no one. I called Ye Qing's name, but no one answered.

I walked around the office and confirmed that there was a painting hanging at the end of the corridor and not a door, so I boldly called "Ye Qing" twice more, but still didn't get any response.

This made me anxious.

I walked around the office and saw two open doors in the corridor. I gritted my teeth, randomly selected a door and went in. I reached for the box next to the door.

If Ye Qing were here, he would definitely stop me, but no one came to knock my hand off. I originally thought that it was impossible for my hand to touch the box, but I didn't expect that my hand went directly through the top carton and the lid of the second carton, and directly touched the contents of the box. I am very familiar with that feel.

I wanted to take the upper box away, but my hand kept going through it, and I couldn't feel anything inside the box at all. This position was so awkward that I had no choice but to reach into the second carton from the side and grope for the thing carefully. I retracted my hand, and a small basin appeared in my sight. The basin seemed to be floating in the air.

The edge of the basin is very wide, and it is carved with cloud patterns in sections. There are patterns carved on the outside of the basin, which I didn't find out before. Now that I saw it, I recognized that the carvings on it were actually a long scroll. There were skinny old people, children in rags, and people with missing arms. There is a man with strong legs, a woman lying in bed, and a man holding a gold ingot in his arms. The last figure seems to be an official in the court, but the background behind him is a picture of evil ghosts in purgatory. I guess this is the King of Hell. All the characters are beautifully carved and lifelike, so even someone like me who doesn't understand art can recognize their characteristics. Each character has a white face, blue eyes, and red lips, but the coloring is different from the miraculous carving. It is very rough, as if it was applied casually with paint.

I subconsciously reached out and rubbed it, but unexpectedly I wiped off the paint on it.

As soon as I wiped it off, my vision went dark and I heard the sounds of young people playing.

"Mo Sanlang, aren't you afraid of being beaten by your father?"

"Hmph! He just beat me up two days ago. Isn't he just a little maid? If I want to take over the house, that would be flattering her!"

"I'm afraid this cornucopia is a treasure from the previous dynasty. It's too much of a waste for you to do this. Why don't you give it to me directly?"

The darkness dissipated, and I saw the cornucopia right in front of me, with a brush daubing on it.

"You evil son!"

There was an explosion of angry shouts. The cornucopia clattered to the ground.

My eyes followed the cornucopia downwards, and I saw a mass of clear air flowing out from the cornucopia like liquid. The cornucopia rolled around, revealing a gap. The color inside the notch is somewhat different from the color on the outside, more golden and brighter.

The people in the room got into an argument and kicked the cornucopia with one foot, causing the cornucopia to roll under the shelf and into the shadows. The shadow enlarged before my eyes, swallowing up the cornucopia and swallowing up my consciousness. The voice with a slight accent, shouting "evil son" disappeared away, as if it had also been swallowed by the shadow.

I felt a cool touch on my fingers.

When I returned to consciousness, I found that I was still in the office, holding a cornucopia in my hand that even I couldn't see.

The paint had been wiped off, but my unconscious repeated actions not only wiped away the paint, but also the face.

I was so shocked that I stopped moving and moved my fingers away, only to find that the man holding the ingot had lost his deep facial features. The small area was shiny, not a dull copper color, but a bright copper color.

My heart beat faster, I swallowed, and continued to wipe with my fingers. The concave and convex carvings were easily erased, and even the edge of the cornucopia was erased.

The cornucopia turned into an alms bowl...

I had symptoms of auditory hallucinations. The sound of Sanskrit reached my ears, the monks chanted sutras and recited the Buddha's name in unison, and the smell of incense and candles came from the alms bowl.

"My eldest son, this is what the old lady asked me to give to you before she died. Even if you have escaped into Buddhism, you are still a descendant of the Mo family...the eldest son of the Mo family..." The choked voice became intermittent.

A sigh.

There was the sound of forging and the scraping of metal.

I seemed to see the long scroll being gradually completed.

The touch under his hand changed again, and those illusions disappeared.

My hand was empty. At first glance, after the bright copper color was wiped away, a gap appeared again. The edge of the gap was obviously divided into three layers. The outer two layers were made of copper of different colors, and the innermost and thickest layer was wrapped in pottery.

when!

The sound of the copper plate falling into the broken bowl gradually became clearer. The background sound was very noisy, as if in a busy city. But those people's accents were even stronger, and I couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

The sound disappeared, and the copper plate swayed in the broken bowl. A dirty hand held the broken bowl, which not only shook, but also trembled.

"Fang Laizi, how much money did you get today?"

This shout was in a language I could understand, but after carefully distinguishing it, I found that it was not that I understood the dialect, but that I directly "aware" the meaning of the sentence. Just like what you dream about, you may not necessarily have specific words or words, but you can know the meaning.

After that round, there was no sound.

The stone road turned into a dirt road, and the dirt road became potholed. The background of the broken bowl ended up being a white cloth. The white cloth was lifted, revealing the body underneath. A knife cut open the clothes and flesh, and a broken bowl was stuffed inside.

"Finally we caught a rich man." The cursing voice penetrated into my mind, and at the same time, there was also a chilly feeling in my mind, just like the door in Qingye Supernatural Agency.

I felt as if I had been poked by a needle. My fingers trembled and scratched from the heart of the pottery to the outer copper skin.

It was like pulling the progress bar, and the hallucinations I saw changed rapidly.

I captured a lot of things, including a man lying on the ground with sores on his face that looked like copper coins, a monk chanting sutras into a broken bowl, a broken bowl being put into copper water, a monk using an alms bowl to make alms, and a man Offering a cornucopia...

I exhaled and raised my hands, and the hallucination disappeared.

The copper basin in his hand is slowly fading, as if it has experienced some kind of strange erosion, and finally disappears.

Thanks to book friends 20170123221939822 and Ling Siqi for their rewards~