death of mountain god

Only one person was left in the hospital to stay with the bed. Cheng Wenzhe was sent back. He knocked on the door of the teahouse in the middle of the night. Black looked at him sullenly. He didn't turn on the light and didn't speak. Are you sleepwalking?

He touched the rough light cord with one hand, and was about to pull it down, when suddenly someone held down the upper end of the light cord, Cheng Wenzhe frowned, and lowered his voice: "Xiao Bu, I'm sorry to wake you up, but can you turn on the light?" Can the light show me the way?"

Blake raised his head, his blue pupils seemed to widen, and his face was pale. No wonder he used to be called a Caucasian ghost, but at first glance, he was really scared. In the future, whoever compares a child to an angel will be anxious, Cheng Wenzhe jumped After taking a few steps, I turned on the rear light of the phone tremblingly, and ran up the stairs in a few steps.

As a result, he had a nightmare that night. He woke up two or three times in a cold sweat. He secretly scolded that brat who pretended to be a ghost. When it was dawn, he stuffed a few mouthfuls of food with his groggy head, and sure enough, his eyelids drooped again. After coming down, he immediately went back to the house and fell asleep.

Chen Heng asked for the black and red line pattern drawn by Shen Yuntan, and faced the few sketches that worried about the country and the people: "What is this gangster plotting? If there are more monsters with high IQs like this, society will be in chaos Is it? How can this be done..."

When Zhou Li woke up, he was full of energy, and he was not bothered to hear the man half lying on the chair moaning. He quietly sneaked along the wall to the back of the chair, and coughed suddenly.

The person on the rattan chair jumped up and fell to the ground, leaving only one rocking chair shaking non-stop.

"Sit up in shock in a dying illness." Zhou Li recited a line of poetry in a cadence, smiling calmly and innocently.

Chen Heng almost peed in fright, his legs were rooted to the ground, why did this person float over like a ghost?Also read the lines.

A cat rolled out from under the table, biting Chen Heng's pants, and seemed to want to pull him up. Black followed the cat and snapped his fingers: "Suddenly I heard the sound of singing on the shore."

The cat is very smart. When he found that he couldn’t pull it, he immediately let go, and his pants were torn. Zhou Li took a look, and his brain exploded: he really took root in the ground, and the legs in the trousers were shining brightly. , It looks like at least two floors have been destroyed. It seems that being a human has its advantages. At least in this case, most of them are internal injuries, so don't worry about harming Chiyu.

Chen Heng didn't move, he just kept rejoicing that the screen of his mobile phone didn't break, he stood up slowly humming an old song with vicissitudes of life, shook his pants, and left a small wound on the ground, which happened to be in the way Observation, have to repair.

Zhou Li was about to say with a shy face that who pollutes and who governs, Chen Heng snorted first, showing shame: "You won't even push two floors to me, will you?"

The shame that had been filtered out by the coarse nerves came out with a whoosh, Zhou Li stopped talking embarrassingly, and picked up the broom to clean up the scene of the accident.

Just after wiping the ground, Black's voice came from behind: "I've seen this feather pattern drawn with a red pen before."

He squatted on the ground to look at the screen of his mobile phone, which was always on, probably because he hadn’t adjusted the backlight time. Chen Heng stopped going upstairs and stared at the slightly reflective pattern: “The same bird has full feathers and down feathers. , Feather feathers of various sizes and shapes, there is no color in this picture... I haven’t even seen a picture, how can you conclude that you have seen it?”

Blake picked up the red string around his neck, pulled it lightly, and pulled out the red feather at the end of the red string that was covered by his clothes.

When he saw this light red feather, Chen Heng closed his mouth, and cold sweat burst out from his temples. He had seen the scars on the chests of the two victims. The tiny branches at the top of the tuft of feathers can match.

Zhou Li called up the photo of Xu Bingyang's injury, enlarged it for comparison, Xiao Bu lowered his head and took off the feather pendant, stretched out his thin arms and held the feather firmly beside the photo: "Do you want to take a photo to see the degree of overlap?"

"I'll call Cheng Wenzhe, they're going to do this." Zhou Li doesn't know how to process photos, but he has some image processing software installed in his phone, but it's a pity that it's useless, at most he can use it to add a filter, or to add a landscape.

Just as they were about to knock on the door here, the doorknob carved with cloud patterns began to rotate by itself. After a few seconds, the two looked at each other, and Zhou Li deliberately teased: "Good morning, Officer Xiao Cheng."

Cheng Wenzhe's eyes hadn't opened wide yet, he was woken up by urinating, and was rushing to the bathroom to solve it: "Morning, I got up very early today, it's not yet bright."

Zhou Li suppressed a smile, glanced at the window, the twilight was getting darker, thinking that he was still observing very carefully, better than himself.

An old clock was placed in the lobby on the second floor. The gleaming golden pendulum ticked back and forth, and when it was exactly the hour, it began to tell the time with a ding-dong.

Cheng Wenzhe was dazed for a moment, then turned around and said, "Fuck you early."

When he went downstairs with a slice of bread in his mouth, he felt the silent attention of the group, and the food in his mouth was not as soft and delicious as usual. He touched the side of his mouth: "Isn't there a bread crumb hanging on it? you?"

"You misunderstood, Officer Xiaocheng." Chen Heng chose a suitable wording, and turned his eyes to the feather pendant in Black's hand. The ring of the red feather looks really good together with the red feathers. It is understandable as an ornament, but this beautiful pattern is involved in matters of human life and death.

Cheng Wenzhe couldn't move his eyes when he saw it. He swallowed the slice of bread a few times, and patted his pants: "What is this? Flamingo?"

Zhou Li reminded him: "Can the flamingos in the zoo become spirits? I can't be ideologically enlightened, Officer Xiaocheng."

"That's right, we don't have this thing here. Then what kind of hair is this? Could it be dyed?" Cheng Wenzhe leaned over to take a few more glances, and flicked it with his fingers, but the color didn't fade.

There happened to be a cleaner at hand, and he took it and was about to spray it on his hands, but was stopped by Black: "Wait, wait, this is not a toy ornament, you just touch the edge with your hand and forget it."

And then the feather, as expected... faded.

Cheng Wenzhe looked at the red liquid on his finger in disbelief, then at the feather, and finally at Black: "Is this really dyed?"

Blake denied it: "Impossible, this thing is left by the divine bird in my hometown. I have felt its protection since I was just a seed. At that time, even if there was a dyeing process, it would not be so... so evenly dyed." .”

The last sentence is true, the cleaning agent is more or less corrosive, even if it is not staining, it is very likely to happen.

"Let's measure their overlap." Zhou Li turned on the camera, "Do you want to take a photo?"

This sentence was for Cheng Wenzhe, who was sighing at the string of pendants, as if seduced by beauty, Xiao Bu was vigilantly pulling the red string, ready to take it back quickly when the man showed his greed.

"I'll do it." Cheng Wenzhe looked at the curly-haired kid's defensive posture rather amusedly, and motioned him to lay down the curved feather.

Black was at a loss and didn't know where to press, no matter where he pressed, it would block a place, wouldn't that work?

Cheng Wenzhe seemed to see his thoughts: "Okay, just press it like that, take two pictures, and put them together."

Chen Heng lay on the side watching his operations, copying and pasting, freely transforming, stretching and rotating, it seems that he also adjusted the light source, painted and painted, and finally came out a black and white picture, which was superimposed with the wound photo that had been processed in the same way. The photo has been turned translucent.

The software automatically gives the value: 96% coincidence.

Enough is enough, the two layers are yellow and blue respectively, and the overlapping part turns green, a large piece of green, Zhou Li sighed: "Can this color be changed? It's too green and it's not very eye-friendly."

This result was completely expected, and Cheng Wenzhe wanted to take out the pipe and light it up to refresh himself: "What are you doing to protect your eyes? It's for hot eyes, bright red and green are more exciting."

Okay, I think I can understand those middle-aged and elderly emoticons after a little thinking. The eyesight of the elderly parents is degraded. The high-saturation and high-contrast color combination is too gorgeous for young people, but after a few decades, it is estimated that they will feel dark and light. just.

Blake stared at the feather in a daze, his eyes were as clear as blue lake water, his soft and wet lips squirmed a few times: "I've seen that red bird, about half the height of a person, like a phantom, Flying into the sun, the whole body is burning..."

He looked down at the red feather the size of a baby's palm, the color was as warm as a stove, but when he raised his finger to point it, it was as cold as a corpse.

Is a feather alive?He thinks so.

This flame-colored feather was consecrated to the altar by countless monsters, at least at least, there must be the shadow of a divine bird on it.

Xiao Bu's hometown is almost isolated from the world, and there are monsters with different appearances. Unlike Raksha Ghost City, it is always peaceful and the weather is always very regular. There are also many non-stop times. It is often the sun rises in the east and rains in the west, which nourishes a piece of grass and flowers, and also raises a tree demon that covers the sky and the ground.

The Temple of Heaven is a good place. It is smoky and smoky all day long, creating a clean place where mosquitoes can stay away. At that time, he had just opened his mind and was a wild child who was full of fun in the mountains. It turned into a big solid tree in place, and nothing could stand him.

You can find earth pits broken by children all over the mountains and plains. Seeing that the situation is not good, the old man finally starts to discipline him, teach him how to read, tell him stories, and sit on the stone platform in Liangjinjin, holding the moss, while happily Giggling loudly: "I'm going to climb the hibiscus tree."

There is a legend about the hibiscus tree. It is the place where the divine bird inhabits. Every day, a divine bird flies to the top of the tree for lighting.

Of course, these are not important, the important thing is that the tree grows very tall, much taller than yourself, up to the heaven, down to the underworld. Birds fly to the sky.

Blake felt ashamed when he thought of this clip later, because he heard a song, and the first sentence was: I want to fly to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.