The years of reselling the haunted house

I had no choice, so I found a piece of paper and drew a Madura tree on it according to the remaining impression in my mind.I handed the paper to the guard and said that Professor Ma would see me when he saw this.And this is a matter of human life, very important.

The guard dubiously took the paper to find Ma Su.

It wasn't long before I heard hurried footsteps coming from the stairs.Someone ran down first, and I saw that it was the old man I saw in the library that day.

I went up to say hello: "Professor Ma, hello."

"It's really you..." Ma Di was very happy to see me, then looked left and right and said, "Is there another one?"

I smiled wryly and said, "My name is Li Yang, and that man is my third uncle. He didn't come."

Ma Di nodded, and asked again: "What? Is there any news about this plant?"

I hesitated for a moment: "Is it true? I'm not sure. It's true that there is news."

Ma Su hurriedly took me to his own office, poured me a cup of tea, and said, "Then tell me. What's going on?"

Chapter 30 Human Bone Flute

I thought for a while, but I have never seen this Madura before, and I am not sure if there is an underground parking lot. I just heard Shaw mention it.So there is no way to start from the middle of this matter, it is too messy.

And Ma Di in front of me obviously had a hungry expression, as if a beast saw its prey.I don't know if scholars like them are like this when they encounter something they are interested in.

Seeing my hesitation, Ma Su also realized that he had lost his composure, so he waved his hand and said, "Don't mind, I have been studying this ancient creature and these rare species for many years. These things are even more precious than my life. So you mentioned Murdara, and I am also very interested."

Later I found out that this Ma Di was really an academic lunatic. He married once when he was young. Later, his wife couldn't stand him studying academics every day and neglected her, so she divorced him.After living for many years without having a child, Ma Su has never been married since then.Although he is very insightful academically, his research on paleontology and ancient architecture is also in the forefront of China.But he is indifferent to fame and wealth, and has published many papers, all of which are signed by his own students' names, so many of his students are more famous in China than him.

After hearing what Ma Su said, I nodded and asked him, "Professor Ma, do you believe in Feng Shui?"

Without any hesitation, Ma Su replied, "I believe it."

I turned to ask again: "Then do you believe in ghosts and gods?"

"I believe."

Ma Di's answer was beyond my expectation.In my impression, generally speaking, people who study science have always disbelieved in these things.Is this Ma Di really a different kind?

Ma Di saw me surprised, and explained: "The so-called Fengshui and ghosts and gods are just another appellation. In ancient times, gods said that they could be classified as sacrifices, and entrusted the good weather to the gods. Fengshui is even more reflected in many famous In ancient buildings, the theory of geomantic omen is not all superstition. The wisdom of the ancients may not be fully understood by us today. Ghosts are actually a kind of spirit, a kind of energy beyond the normal understanding of people after death If you say he is a ghost, you are a ghost, and if you say he is a spirit, you are a spirit. So, don't be too strict with these words, it all depends on your own understanding..."

Ma Di was eloquent and said a lot of academic terms, which sounded like listening to heavenly scriptures to me.

But my heart moved, seeing that this Ma Su is very accomplished in this area, I told him the matter, maybe I can ask him to help save Third Uncle and Liang Yue.After all, Mo Daluo might be somewhere in the underground parking lot. If he wanted to find Mo Daluo, it would be a matter of incident to save the two of them.

So I told Ma Di about the Tianyou Square incident and Xiao Bo's talk about Murdara.

What I didn't expect was that Ma Di didn't have much reaction when I mentioned Murdura.On the contrary, he became more interested in the weird sound of the flute.

After I finished speaking, Ma Di asked directly: "You mean, the sound of the flute has the effect of seducing people's minds and driving corpses?"

I nodded: "I feel that the sound of the flute was responsible, and I almost jumped off the building because of it, and I saw with my own eyes that the corpse could walk, move, and attack people. There was indeed the sound of the flute at that time. If it is not a coincidence, it is only It can be explained that it is a corpse controlled by the sound of the flute."

Ma Su fell into deep thought after hearing this.

He paced back and forth in the room, thirty or fifty times, and I was dizzy from watching him.Finally Ma Di stopped suddenly, with joy on his face, he said to himself: "Could it be a human bone flute?"

I was taken aback, and quickly asked: "What is the human bone flute?"

Ma Di waved his hand: "Wait for me, we will set off to Tianyou Square right away."

I looked out the window, and it was approaching evening, so I reminded him: "Professor Ma, we will drive there for nearly an hour, and it will be dark there too. There..."

Ma Su seemed to have not heard, completely immersed in his emotions.He turned and opened the next door, and walked in.

I couldn't follow in, so I had to wait outside.

The inside room was separated from the outside by a window, which was blocked by curtains, but there was a gap.

I was curious for a while, so I looked in from the gap.

The inside seems to be a laboratory, with bottles and jars on the tables and cabinets, which contain some animal and plant specimens.

After a few glances, I felt that the specimens in those jars were very novel.Whether it is animals or plants, basically I have never seen it, let alone know it.Once again, I felt that the distance was like a mountain, and I was still too ignorant in many ways.

I looked at it, and suddenly saw a glass jar at the corner of the table, which seemed to have just been placed, and was not put together with the others.

Isn't the thing in there just an ink spinning top?

And this black top, I'm sure it's the one that my third uncle and I took out from that abandoned building.Because the leaves of the ink top in the jar have been burned, leaving only the dead branches and leaves.We were going to burn this grass with fire.As a result, while it was burning, a person rushed out from the dark and snatched it away.

I saw that person from the back, and he looked very much like this Professor Ma, but my third uncle and I didn't dare to confirm it at the time, and thought about asking Professor Ma later.As a result, he went directly to Tianyou Group and didn't care about it.

Now I saw Mo Tuoluo again here, and I was a little dumbfounded.

At this time, Ma Di changed his clothes and came out from inside, carrying a leather bag.When he saw me staring straight in, he also leaned over and looked in through the gap in the curtain.

Only then did I feel him standing behind me and hastily withdrew his body.

Ma Di saw what was inside and understood what I was paying attention to.He didn't mind, and said directly: "I'm sorry, I snatched the black top from you. This kind of plant is very rare, so it's a pity to burn it like that. I didn't have time to say hello at that time, so I had to make a bad plan. It really violates the status of a scholar, the little brother laughed..."

It can be seen that Ma Di's obsession with academics is beyond imagination.Thinking about when he snatched the flower back then, it was even a little cute.What can I say about such a man?

I quickly waved my hand: "Professor Ma, my third uncle and I were also afraid of future troubles if we kept this thing. If you have a better way to arrange it, we will definitely give it up."

Ma Di nodded: "I know what you mean. This flower is extremely precious, with high academic and medical value. There is nothing wrong with it, but it was used as a ghost seedling, and now it has lost its function. There is no way to revive it, it’s just a specimen with me. That’s why I’m so excited when I heard the news about Mo Tuoluo again.”

I have not been in contact with Ma Di for a long time, and I feel that he is an interesting old man.All his behaviors sometimes seem weird, but his ultimate goal will be attributed to his academics.So speaking of it, his thinking is simpler, such a person, no matter what he does, it seems that you will not hate him.

Without further ado, Ma Di seemed to be in a hurry than I was, and took me out of the office building, urging me to leave quickly.

I drove from Shenzhen to the neighboring city again.Fortunately, the road is relatively simple and can be found without navigation.Along the way, Ma Di didn't know what he was thinking and said very little.

I recalled that when he mentioned the word human bone flute in his office, his reaction was great.So I asked him while driving: "Professor Ma, you seem to be very interested in what the bone flute is."

Ma Di leaned on the back of the co-pilot's seat, did not answer my question directly, but muttered inexplicably: "Why is the Qing Dynasty so silent, no ghosts play the flute under the moon..."

"What?" I didn't understand, so I asked.

Ma Su explained: "The human bone flute is a kind of bone flute, a human bone instrument, and a work of art. It has a Tibetan name called Gangdong. It is usually made of the calf bone of a 16-year-old girl. It is made, partly covered with silver or copper. When it blows, the sound is sharp and piercing, like a girl crying, very terrifying..."

My body trembled when I heard it, and I made a flute out of a girl's leg bones, which in itself sounds scary enough.I thought about it, and the sound of the flute heard in the basement and on the roof seemed not to be all sharp and harsh, but more often very low.

Before I could ask, Ma Di went on to say: "Taklimakan, the sea of ​​death. This world-famous desert was extremely prosperous 1000 years ago, and many prosperous ancient countries such as Tilan, Loulan, and Niya were born successively. According to legend, in 1118 A.D., a monk in the ancient country of Tilan made a mysterious human bone flute for the king at that time. The king loved music very much. They all stopped playing and listened to the bone flute alone. But whenever the king played the bone flute at night, people would die. More and more people died, from inside the palace to outside the palace. In the end, even the king himself died. If it is not spared, all the people in the whole country will die, and the ancient country of Tilan will be destroyed. But under the moon, the sharp and piercing sound of the bone flute has been blowing. It is not a human blowing, but thousands of innocent souls crying... ...So there is a poem about why the country is overwhelmed and the flute is silent, and there are no ghosts playing the flute under the moon."

Hearing this, I couldn't help asking: "Professor Ma, you mean to say that the flute sound I heard was made of a girl's leg bone?"

Ma Di shook his head: "The human bone flute comes from that legend, and it is indeed made of human leg bones. According to legend, the bone flute made of different people's leg bones has different sounds and functions. And this human bone flute The reason why the flute is weird is not only because of human bones, but also the souls of the dead attached to it. Only in this way can the bone flute be effective. Judging from your description, the bone flute in Tianyou Square has a breathtaking effect. It also has the function of driving the corpse to move. This bone flute, I am sure, the soul attached to it must be very old, and it should not be the soul of modern people."

"Not the soul of modern people?" I thought about Ma Di's words, and suddenly thought of a possibility.I slammed on the brakes.Ma Su was almost driven out by me, thanks to the fact that he was wearing a seat belt in the co-pilot.

Chapter 31 Firefly

Even so, this blow still hurt his shoulders, and Ma Di held his shoulders and bared his teeth.

I didn't care about other things, and hurriedly said: "Professor Ma. That Shaw said that there are probably eight coffins underneath, and you said that the soul on the bone flute is not a modern person. Could it be..."

Ma Di nodded: "That's right, nine out of ten it is a human bone flute made from the leg bones of the deceased in that coffin."

I was astonished, and quickly asked: "So, you have thought of it a long time ago?"

Ma Di said: "When you told me about it in the office, I thought of it. So I went this time, not all because of Namo Daluo. I only heard about this kind of human bone flute, and I have never seen it. I didn't Thinking that there are still people who can make human bone flutes. I am also very interested in those ancient corpses. So... hurry up and don’t stop.”

Seeing me stop the car, Ma Di waved his hand to urge me.

I had no choice but to suppress the panic and curiosity in my heart and continue driving on the road.

The time was about the same as I expected. When we arrived at Tianyou Square, it was already dark.

At the beginning, I didn't feel it, but after arriving here with Ma Di, my heart was suspended again.Although the third uncle is not very reliable, after all, he is my relative, and I have also seen that he has some skills.But this Ma Di, in the final analysis, is an old man who studies knowledge. If we rush to the underground without any preparation, what is the difference between that and death?

Not to mention anything else, those two corpses that can move, they will not give up attacking us after listening to the old man's lecture.

And the old man sat all the way in the car, and he didn't see how tired he was, but he was a little excited.

He was carrying a bag and was anxious for me to take him to a place with Mo Tuoluo.

I talked about it, took him to the hotel restaurant, and ordered something to eat.While eating, I asked him: "Professor Ma, it's dangerous down there, should we call the police, or find some helper?"

Ma Di asked for two taels of white wine, poured himself a drink, and shook his head: "Don't. What I hate the most are these policemen. I don't understand shit. If they go, they will only do bad things, and those rare flowers and plants will all Be destroyed by them. Don’t ask for any helpers, the fewer people the better. Don’t worry, I’m here for everything.”

Hearing this, I was a little dumbfounded, wondering if I should trust this old man.I suddenly regretted being so impulsive. Why do I feel that he may not be more effective than the third uncle?

But the matter has come to this point, I have no other choice, the three-day deadline that Lao Xiao said is not much away, and I dare not think about the consequences of delaying it any longer.

After eating something, Ma Su urged me to find the main building in Tianyou Square.I found time to go to the supermarket and bought two more flashlights.

After a day, the main building did not see any changes.It's just that the people who come here are already different.

I went around to the back door, trying to knock on it, but it wasn't locked at all.

I poked my head around and tentatively walked in, only to hear someone inside say, "You're coming?"

I was startled, and turned around to see Xiao Bo's thin body standing there, like a ghost.

"Xiao... Xiao Bo."

Xiao Bo waved his hand: "Don't go now, hurry up

. "

"Xiao Bo, what do you mean? We haven't been rescued yet, how can we leave?"

Xiao Bo wanted to say something, but held back, he waved his hand: "Forget it, you can figure it out for yourself. I've said everything that should be said, life or death depends on fate."

Xiao Bo said a bunch of inexplicable words, and I didn't have time to understand them.It is definitely not possible to walk, even if there is a dead end ahead, we have to move forward.

I waved my hand to signal Ma Di behind me to follow me.I found the walking ladder going down.

I took out the flashlight on my body, Ma Di pulled me, and handed me a candle.

I whispered, "It's very windy down here, and the candles won't work."

Ma Di didn't speak, took out the lighter, and lit the candle in my hand.

The candle burst into flames, and the flames were so big that they almost burned my eyebrows.

Ma Di asked: "The brightness is enough, and the candle is made of ancient cypress oil as the main raw material, which cannot be blown out by ordinary wind. Moreover, the color of the flame will change with the environment, which is easier to use than a flashlight." Much more."

Hearing what he said, I nodded and walked down the stairs holding a candle.

When you walk to the door, there is an underground parking lot beyond the door.

I stopped, and Ma Di asked me why I didn't leave in a puzzled manner.

I hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said, "We came here last time. It is said that the other party should be alert, but this time it still seems to be undefended. It's a bit strange to let us in."

Ma Su analyzed: "It's nothing strange. I guess the people inside them know very little about this kind of place, so it's not easy to use a large number of people to maintain it. And I guess they won't let anyone who breaks in at will. Got out alive."

After listening to Ma Di's analysis, I broke out in a cold sweat again.

And Ma Su didn't care, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.I don't know if he is really capable or just stupid and bold.

We each held a candle, opened the door and walked into the parking lot.

Just like the day before, it was cloudy and windy.After a few cold wars, my body got used to it a little bit.

However, the dark wind blew on the candle, and the flame only fluttered a few times, but it was not blown out.It seems that what Ma Su said is true.Moreover, the originally dim yellow flames turned a bit blue.

Ma Di stopped in his tracks, and took out another glass bottle from his bag.

Under the candlelight, I found that there seemed to be a fly in the bottle, flying around in it.

Ma Su uncorked the bottle, and the fly buzzed out.

The fly flew into the darkness, and a bean-sized light appeared.

"Damn it. Does this fly glow?" I pointed at the fly and shouted in a low voice.

It is estimated that Ma Di heard my ignorance, and he also had a black line on his face. He said helplessly: "Your flies can glow?"

"What's that? Oh, a firefly?"

Ma Di shook his head: "It's not a firefly, it's a firefly. Don't talk, follow the light."

I don't even know what the firefly that Ma Di is talking about is, so I can only follow that point.

Light goes on.

The firefly flies very fast, and we almost trot along the way.

Fortunately, we didn't encounter any obstacles this time, not even the two corpses.

Later I found out that it was all due to the ancient tar candle that Ma Di held for me.This kind of candle is similar to the shroud we wore a few days ago, and it has the same effect as offering incense, and it can cover up the surrounding yang energy.It's just that this candle is much simpler than the third uncle's method.

And the firefly is also an endangered creature.The nature is similar to that of bees, except that bees can smell the fragrance of flowers, while fireflies can smell corpses and have a tendency to corpses.This kind of firefly was discovered by Ma Su during an archaeological operation.Later, after careful cultivation, the cultivation method has basically been mastered.As for its own value, it is still under further research.