Half Demon and Half Mountain

Agui harbored some beautiful illusions about what happened in the next bedroom last night.For example, a certain Lele Shaoxia continued to shine and glow, and finally touched someone, leading him on the road of health and wellness.

But when Cen Shen came out of the room early the next morning, he looked like a gloomy young man who had suffered from insomnia for three days and three nights. His lips were dry and cracked with a streak of blood, and his hair was so long that it could be tied into a knot.

"Are you still alive?" Agui asked worriedly.

Cen Shen glanced over coldly, looking at everything as if he was looking at a dead person.He is in a very bad mood now, as if he has bipolar disorder, but he can't be blamed for it. Anyone who wakes up early in the morning and finds a naked man lying on his bed will not be in a good mood.

"Where's Young Hero Lele? You won't be dismembering him, will he?" Agui became even more worried.

Hearing this, Cen Shen suddenly gave a sinister smile, laughing so hard that Agui couldn't help shrinking his head.

Cen Shen went to the kitchen alone, and Agui hurriedly crawled to the bedroom. After climbing for a long time, he finally reached the destination. He found Huan Le covered with a quilt, sitting on the bed with his head in pain, his hair loose, like a bullied Good family women and men.

Agui was at a loss, did something extraordinary happen last night?God what script is this?

"It hurts, hurts, hurts..." Huan Le suddenly wailed and collapsed on the bed, only then did Ah Gui see clearly that the place where he was holding his hands was swollen up.

"What's going on?" He couldn't help asking.

"I was beaten!" Huan Le wanted to cry but had no tears: "I was just sleeping on the bed, but I was beaten!"

Agui: "..."

According to Huan Le's recollection, he slept in a daze last night and felt a little cold, so he climbed into bed and took off his clothes - he is not used to sleeping with clothes on, but he put on his underwear properly!

Besides, he was bound with a red thread, so Cen Shen must have untied it for him, so he can't be blamed for that.

Speaking of which, after falling asleep yesterday, Cen Shen seemed to not only untie him, but also covered him with a blanket.

After hearing this sad story, Agui didn't know how to feel: "So, you were beaten?"

Huan Le nodded helplessly: "Isn't that right, it just woke me up."

Huan Le, who was beaten up, was also ordered to wash the changed clothes together with the sheets and quilts, and was not allowed to eat after washing.Agui deeply sympathized with this, but still couldn't help laughing.

So, in the morning belonging to a small courtyard in Xizi Hutong, a boy with a sword from Tang Dynasty lamentably washed his clothes in a warm spring breeze.

The fully automatic washing machine was placed at the end of the corridor. Huan Le sat in front of the washing machine with his chin propped up and stared at the drum, his expression full of melancholy.

"Hey..." This was the third time he sighed today.

Grandma Wang and her boss were bickering next door as promised, Huan Le raised his head and looked over the courtyard wall, as if seeing roses in full bloom.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Huan Le still felt his head hurt and didn't want to move, but the person in the room obviously didn't want to move more than him, so he had no choice but to get up resignedly and walk towards the door.

Halfway through, the knocking on the door stopped, and he muttered suspiciously. When he opened the door, he found that there was no one there.He suddenly thought of something, looked down and found a familiar small bamboo basket on the ground.

"Ah Cen, Mr. Wu is here again!" He immediately forgot about the unhappiness with Cen Shen, and rushed to find Cen Shen with a bamboo basket in his arms.

This time, what Mr. Wu sent was a black pen, but it was not an ordinary pen.

The moment Cen Shen touched it, he knew it was a magic weapon, and the slight sound made by the mechanism hidden inside as the pen body was picked up could not escape his ears.

The mechanism is making a light sound, which also proves that there is something wrong with this magic weapon, otherwise it should be silent.

Thinking of this, Cen Shen immediately found a blank piece of paper to try to write on. The moment he injected mana, a wonderful change happened to the pen—it moved.

Huan Le and A Gui leaned over curiously, while Cen Shen tried to let go slowly, three pairs of eyes fixed on the erected pen, watching it tilt slowly, as if being held repeatedly by an invisible hand, Write on white paper.

"Caozitou... this is the word Lao." Huan Le carefully read the words on the paper: "There is another... fire? Huh? Why did it fall down!"

With a slap, the pen fell down on the table again, leaving an elongated stroke next to the word Huo, I don't know what it is.

Cen Shen heard the sour sound from the case of the pen body, picked it up, and looked at it carefully.

Huan Le asked again: "Is it broken?"

Cen Shen nodded, then picked up the white paper and looked it over carefully for a few seconds, then he had an idea, opened the drawer of the workbench, and took out a stack of identical small notes from it.

On each of these small slips of paper, only two words were written——Trouble, and the signature was a simple letter W.

"Mr. Wu, what does this mean?" Agui was a little confused.

"Ah!" Huan Le suddenly widened his eyes and said, "Look, the words on these notes are almost exactly the same, even the size is the same!"

"It's normal for the same person to write with the same pen, right? And it's obviously a magic weapon, so it's not surprising that it can be so accurate," Agui said.

Huan Le shook his head, and said, "Isn't it strange? It's very strange. After all, if these two characters are the same every time, can I write with any pen? Why do they have to be the same pen or even the same size? Three times in a row can be said to be accidental, isn’t it strange that it lasted for several years? And, most importantly, if these words all come from this pen, and this pen is a magic weapon that can be used by injecting mana, then , anyone can send the note and bamboo basket here? How can you be sure that person is Mr. Wu?"

After finishing speaking, Huan Le spread his hands together.

Agui was a little dazed by him, and raised his head slowly: "What's your relationship with Di Renjie?"

"Do you believe my colleagues?" Huan Le smiled mysteriously.Although Di Renjie hadn't made his mark at that time, he had watched Di Renjie's TV series, and he firmly caught Agui's stalk.

"Didn't you say you were going to the border to join the army?"

"I give up my pen and join the army!"

One person and one tortoise stared at each other for about ten seconds. The mung bean-eyed Agui was defeated and said, "What does that detective, Lele Shaoxia, have to say?"

Huan Le liked his title very much, put one hand on the table, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Wouldn't it be much more interesting to think of this as some kind of continuous signal?"

Agui tilted his head: "Signal?"

"Look." Huan Le picked up the paper strips and said, "Judging from the material, age, and cutting edges of these paper strips, they all came from the same batch of paper at the same time. But the depth of the writing changes with time." And changes, this shows that the paper was cut from the beginning, but the characters are different, and they have been continuously written down over the years."

"So?" Agui was curious, and even Cen Shen couldn't help looking at him intently, expecting what conclusion he would draw.

"I only recently figured out your modern timeline. I think this pen and the previous radio are old things from the past, right?" Huan Le looked at Cen Shen when he said this.

At this time, Huan Le exuded an aura of confidence and confidence, and the reliable Huan Le from last night seemed to have appeared again.

"That's right, these things were all about a hundred years ago." Cen Shen replied.

"What about these papers?" Huan Le asked again.

"It should be about the same."

"So the answer is time." Huan Le's eyes lighted up slightly: "The next door is an empty room that has been abandoned for a long time. Whether it is a radio, pen or paper, their time has stayed nearly a hundred years ago. But there is only one thing that goes with time. What went forward was the handwriting on these notes. Those broken things were sent here one by one, just like a mystery that keeps throwing out clues, waiting for us to answer."

The more Huan Le talked, the more excited he became. Cen Shen was thoughtful, but after thinking for a long time, he still only uttered one sentence: "I'm just a repairman."

"Aren't you really curious, A Cen?" Huan Le was curious. If the mystery is not solved, he will miss it for a day.So he couldn't help pestering Cen Shen and said: "The things were delivered to your door, why did you, Cen?"

"Because I live next door." Cen Shen sat back at the workbench with a pen in hand and began to disassemble and repair it without looking up.

Huan Le was not reconciled, at this time A Gui interjected: "Young Xia Le Le, in fact, according to your reasoning, the answer is obvious."

"What is it?"

"Damn it!"

Agui lowered his voice and lowered his head, staring at Huan Le slyly, and said gloomily, "Think about it, who else can there be except ghosts? It happened once in Chuhua Grand Theater before, it was very good." The theatre, was completely burned down by a big fire, and almost everyone was burned to death, hundreds of people! Do you know what happened later? Later—”

Huan Le couldn't help swallowing at the deliberately elongated tone.

"Every night at 07:30, there will be ghosts reborn on the ruins of the Grand Opera Garden, exactly the same as when they were alive! These ghosts were burned to death here, and they were also imprisoned here. If you listen carefully, you can hear there are operas in the theater The sound, babbling, is designed to confuse passers-by. It’s like the song of the siren, if you are bewitched, if you walk in, you will, you will be eaten by them bite by bite!”

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying sound of singing like a duck croaking suddenly came from the next door.

"Ahhh!" Huan Le hid behind Cen Shen, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

Cen Shen was almost strangled to death by him, and rolled his eyes to the sky: "Let go."

Huan Le: "I don't."

Cen Shen gritted his teeth: "That's Uncle Li next door."

"Hahahahahahaha..." Agui laughed so hard that he turned his back on all fours: "Shao Xia Lele, are you still afraid of ghosts? Aren't you a detective? Maybe there are ghosts next door, do you want to go and see them?"

Huan Le blushed with anger: "Who said I'm afraid of ghosts?"

Cen Shen answered him quietly: "If you're not afraid of ghosts, just let me go, okay?"

Huan Le shook his head: "Not very good."

Huan Le's not so good is really not so good, the memories are too painful, he may never want to see a second ghost again in his life.

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Lele: I'm not that good!