death of mountain god

Officer Zhao has been busy day and night recently, and the most heterosexual victims he sees are the hotel victims. He has more than a dozen high-definition close-up photos of corpses in his pocket, and he takes them out to look at them from time to time, for fear of missing any important clues.

Mysterious things have been popping up one after another recently, Police Officer Zhao sighed, and packed the photos to Zhou Li.

"The first deceased is Ji Xiaoyu, female, [-] years old, a local, a sophomore in Shanghai University of Science and Technology, a frequent visitor to the hotel, and her identity is well confirmed. The manager immediately sent over the deceased's information. It is said that the guest information is in the brochure. It's really comprehensive, even Ji Xiaoyu's favorite color and food can be clearly remembered..."

It really came at the right time, Cheng Wenzhe found an empty seat resentfully, and expressed his dissatisfaction tactfully: "Officer Zhao, you see everyone is eating, can you put this case aside for now?"

Police officer Zhao scratched his head like a duck caught on the shelf, before leaving, he said redly: "Time is tight, Xiao Zhou, why don't we add a friend? If there is any news, I will take a photo and send it to you directly. Look at this The situation has troubled you again."

Zhou Li laughed inwardly. Police officer Zhao must have been appointed as a communications soldier. This kind of new job is usually called to do some thankless tasks, for example, pushing out such troublesome cases.

He silently checked the new news, and sure enough, there was a friend application, the name is... Zhao Zilong, the people's policeman.

Forget it, don't change the remarks, this name is pretty good.

Zhou Li looked at the scattered people on the small square tables, coughed and asked, "I'll go to the mountain ghost at 12:30, please raise your hand if you want to go."

Cheng Wenzhe was tearing off the fat and tender chicken legs. When he heard this, he threw the bamboo chopsticks away, and raised his left hand first. He also brought his own stereo: "I! There must be me."

Chen Yuan glared at him, swallowed with difficulty, and wiped with a piece of toilet paper: "What are you doing? This is not a trip to the mountains. I forgot that you kicked me last time, right?" ?"

"I'm just going out with you to gain some insight." Cheng Wenzhe touched his nose, and pushed a glass of clear water over, "Come on, moisten your throat."

Zhou Li got up to get the key: "This time, let's go and come back quickly, so don't follow Chen Yuan, you are like a walking monk."

Hearing a slap, Chen Yuan threw a bag of blood on the table and went upstairs haughtily.

This posture is like throwing a few ingots of gold ingots, but this thing is really worth more than gold in terms of rarity.

The second time the journey was much smoother, Cheng Wenzhe volunteered to get into the driver's seat, speeding up like chicken blood along the way, and he still had the energy to chat wildly when the dangers were all around him: "What the hell do you think the mountain ghost is? I've checked in the past few days, and the record about the mountain ghost was first recorded in Chuci, which came from a poem about sacrifice, but...that describes a goddess!"

The words Chuci are indeed familiar, but most of these poems are adapted from folk stories, and they cannot be treated as the truth. At most, it proves that the old man Shangui started to be active in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods. Zhou Li didn't care too much: " I always feel that I have heard it, maybe it appeared in Chinese textbooks?"

Shen Yuntan looked over thoughtfully: "The Jiuge Mountain Ghost in the Songs of Chu is indeed a sacrificial poem. I checked it some time ago, and there is a new explanation besides praising the goddess—since this poem is used for sacrificial rituals, That could be a dance choreographed by two priests, the priestess acting as the mountain dweller, and the male priest acting as the mountain ghost."

Zhou Li thought, this person is different from other people. Not only can he understand ancient Chinese, but he can also find relevant materials to verify it. But, what did he say?

In Shen Yuntan's eyes, the two obedient and dazed faces conveyed an obvious message: I don't know what to do.

He sighed, took out his mobile phone and looked through the favorites: "I remember sorting it out. Mountain gods and mountain ghosts are all similar, trying their best to maintain the good weather in the jurisdiction, regardless of gender or age."

Cheng Wenzhe turned the steering wheel in a circle, turned a corner and drifted out, and was so startled that a shiny golden Porsche behind slowed down, accompanied by a few majestic horns.

"Is it reliable? The mountain ghost has lived from the time of my ancestors to the present, and it has not broken the four old things?"

Zhou Li was stunned when he heard the two mountain gods, and smiled shyly: "I'll tell you secretly, when I was a child, I talked to the mountain god at my master's place."

Cheng Wenzhe's eyes widened, and he glanced at the rearview mirror, half-believing: "Is it true? Could it be that you read a story that hinted at your own psychology?"

"no……"

"No, let me tell you, this thing is quite common. When I was a child, I loved watching that Digimon. After a long time, I felt as if I had really raised a Digimon. You may also remember this wrong. Especially in the mountains, there are already strong legends, what if you add a drama to yourself, for example, you have a dream about a mountain god, and after three or five years you think it's half true, half false, but what about ten years from now?"

What I said made Zhou Li start to doubt himself. There really is such a thing. I used to tell He Wenjun about his childhood, and I often confused myself. I have long forgotten what I thought at that time. He felt that his memory in recent years was also blurred.

Shen Yuntan had his plan, so he naturally denied it: "A place like a temple has a strong aura, and the probability of mountain gods appearing is much higher than other places."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Zhou Li's right hand, remained calm, stared straight at the rearview mirror, made a few angle gestures, and let the two hold hands shine brightly in the sun.

It's a pity that some people are more blind than others.Cheng Wenzhe drove the car with full concentration at the moment, and waiting for the traffic lights couldn't stop him from staring at the countdown timer.

In the vast crowd, most of them bow their heads and just go their own way. Who cares whether you hold hands with the people next to you or not?

Zhou Li was suddenly moved, and followed the movement to put his hand on Shen Yuntan's thigh. The air conditioner was cold, and the skin under his hand, which was separated by a layer of fabric, was hot.

He looked at Shen Yuntan's doglike attire. The gray fine-striped loose shirt, the shoulders were cut very tightly, and thick white butterfly shell buttons were installed between the collarbone. Although it looks good, it always feels uncomfortable. He secretly I made up my mind to give him a set of my white T-flower pants tomorrow.

While thinking about how to get Cheng Wenzhe to pay attention to the two of them, Shen Yuntan rubbed Zhou Li's fingers, exerted some strength unconsciously, and pinched the man's knuckles.

Too thin, it must be because I didn't pay attention to my diet, I need to study cooking carefully when I move home in the future.

Sometimes divergent thinking will get out of hand if you don't pay attention, Shen Yuntan feels that it should be taken for granted, and they all hold hands and kiss, isn't cohabitation imminent?

There is diversity in everything. It is true. Who said that driving for a long time makes you sleepy?Right now is a living and special case.

Cheng Wenzhe has many questions to ask, such as: Are mountain ghosts inherited from ancestors or cultivated?Are the titles of the mountain gods parallel or pyramid-shaped?How much of this unscientific stuff is there?Is it more than people?Could it be that the people around you are not human?

Zhou Li responded perfunctorily one by one. In fact, he didn't know very well. If you ask him whether the monster is powerful or not, he can reluctantly answer.

Within an hour, his eyelids drooped and he began to doze off. Cheng Wenzhe didn't hear a reply for a long time. He looked back and was surprised: "Yun Tan, you two are progressing so fast?"

Zhou Li originally planned to lean on the back of the chair to sleep for a while, but before he knew it, he fell to the right. He felt that he was standing at attention, but his body didn't listen to the brain's command. .

Suddenly, an inappropriate word appeared in Shen Yuntan's mind: nephrite jade warm fragrance.

The person in his arms was neither soft nor sweet, with stiff shoulder blades protruding from his thighs, half-short hair hanging down to his eyes, plump cheeks, slightly sunken eye sockets, and a straight nose.He thought of the unexpected a few days ago, and laughed in a low voice. Zhou Li's attempt to carry the wine box was clearly displayed on his face, but the attempt was only to get him drunk, just like a pure wine competition Similarly, when he is drunk, some smells cannot be covered. Before he can panic, the person opposite him starts talking nonsense after drinking one step ahead of him.

"Yun Tan, why do I feel dizzy? Could I be sick?" Zhou Li's mind went blank, he was completely thinking of something to say, and before Shen Yun Tan could react, he began to take off his clothes in a very unique way , the jacket got stuck on his neck and couldn't be pulled off, he frowned in anger, "Yun Tan, why didn't you help me? This clothes must be trying to murder me."

Talking to drunk people has always been unreasonable, Shen Yuntan dragged him to the bathroom, sat down on the stool, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and finally calmed down - lying on Shen Yuntan's lap to see Duke Zhou .

Zhou Li was quite drunk, and after a while, on the way to the bedroom, he began to sleep half awake again, his paws began to be dishonest, and he raised and lowered his hands as if scratching at the person next to him. It can directly come up to gnaw on its own neck like a pig's trotter.

Finally settled, Shen Yuntan stared at the drunk man on the bed and sighed, folded his clothes and put them on the sofa outside, closed the door lightly and left, cleaning up the mess.

Cheng Wenzhe occasionally glanced at the two people lying down and standing in the back seat, feeling very emotional: "When you came last time, you said he had no idea, tsk tsk tsk, you're just fooling around."

"Hush——" Shen Yuntan ignored the mockery in his words, thinking it was too loud, and told Cheng Wenzhe to shut up solemnly.

"Okay, we'll be together for a hundred years. When you see the mountain ghost, don't be too patronizing. Remember to save my life."

"Who insisted on following?" Shen Yuntan nodded irresolutely, and then asked another fundamental question.