Handbook of Nonhuman Research

"Besides you, are there other weapon spirits?"

The little scholar shook his head melancholy, "After Xiaosheng acquired the consciousness of life in the past, he has been struggling for decades without any rules. A few years ago, a fairy came to the master's house to collect antiques. Fortunately, he got a ray of spiritual energy, so he realized the key and took shape. .”

"Immortal?" Zhao Wugou frowned slightly.

"Well, the particularly powerful one, just like you." The little scholar shook his head, his face full of admiration.

"What did he buy in the end?" the intern asked strangely.To be honest, although the room is full of porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, they are all common goods, miscellaneous but not refined, there is nothing eye-catching, and there are even some fakes.

Zhou Feng's uncle may be very fond of antiques, but his vision for selecting antiques is really ordinary.Among such things, what can be worthy of the favor of an immortal?

"I don't know." The little scholar shook his head, "At that time, Xiaosheng was ignorant, but he only remembered that he was holding a very beautiful jade bone fan."

Hearing the words Jade Bone Fan, Yan Jun's eyes flickered slightly.Zhao Wugou looked at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked silently, what, do you know him?

Nothing, just thinking of a nasty guy.

???

The intern couldn't help drawing a question mark in his heart, who did Yan Jun think of?How could it make him, who has always been calm, show the slightest obvious mood swing?

"My boss wants to buy this folk kiln porcelain stove from the Qing Dynasty." After checking the basic conditions of several rooms, Zhao Wugou and Yan Jun returned to the living room with the incense stove.

"2 yuan." Li Xiang snapped out two fingers.

"This is only a fine product of a folk kiln, and it is also a study display, which is also practical. The market price is about 5 yuan." Zhao Wugou reminded him that the price was too low.

"I'm not selling these things for money, or just find any company to come and take them away." Li Xiang rubbed his trembling ears and waved his hands generously, "These are my father's darlings, although I don't like them. I'm not interested in these, but I still hope that they will be in the hands of those who really appreciate them. Besides, you are friends of Brother Feng, so you should give them a discount."

Zhou Feng patted Li Xiang's shoulder appreciatively, turned his head and blinked at Zhao Wugou, it's just too much as your reward for running this trip.

Although Master Yan Jun is not short of the 3 yuan, Zhao Wugou has a little more affection for the straightforward Li Xiang, "Are your ears still ringing?"

"It will be better if you close your eyes and don't think about it." Li Xiang rubbed his temples.

Close your eyes?Zhao Wugou's eyes brightened slightly, and he looked around the living room, "Would you like to do two small tests with me?"

"Test?" Li Xiang looked suspicious.

Question marks also neatly appeared on the three small heads on the backpack.

Zhao Wugou nodded calmly, "Last time I went to the doctor to test the cause of tinnitus, and he did a few simple tests for me. Maybe you can try it too."

"Is it troublesome?" Li Xiang frowned, fiddling with the wristband on his wrist, not wanting to delay the fitness schedule later.

"It's very simple, and it will take less than 5 minutes." Zhao Wugou, who understood Li Xiang's body language, promised.

"It just so happens that it will take a few minutes for me to ask my assistant to arrange the transfer. When you finish, you should be able to check the status of the payment." Yan Jun shook his phone in a timely manner, and gave a reason that he could not refuse.

"Then try it." Li Xiang glanced at Zhou Feng inquiringly, and seeing that the other party nodded, he said without hesitation.

"Besides this room, have you ever had this kind of 'ringing in the ears' in other places before?" Asking him, Zhao Wugou was also carefully observing the living room again.

As far as the eye can see, the floor is oak-colored, the wallpaper is beige. In addition to the copied version of Han Xizai's night banquet, there are also pictures of peonies in bloom and prosperity on the wall, two freehand landscapes with poems, and two corners of the north and south walls. A small square table with a waistband, and a pair of pastel caps from the late Qing Dynasty.In addition, there is the sofa bed in the middle of the living room.

"No," Li Xiang firmly denied, "I just don't get along with this house, so I'd better sell it later."

Therefore, the root cause of his 'tinnitus' should be in this room.Zhao Wugou rubbed his chin, "Can you describe the specific sound you heard in as much detail as possible? For example, what I heard back then was like the kind of thunder after a thunderstorm and lightning. The rumbling sound would be like a prelude. Yes, from far to near, and then suddenly exploded very loudly in the ear."

Li Xiang thought about it for a while, then scratched his cheek embarrassingly, "The description is not very good, I don't know much about musical instruments. I can only confirm that there are at least two musical instruments, one sounds more like a pipa, and the other The kind should be blown, but I can’t tell whether it’s a flute or a flute.”

"Is there a tune?"

Li Xiang nodded solemnly, "Yes."

"Now, follow the direction of my finger." Zhao Wugou pointed to the landscape painting on the left side of the living room, "What do you see?"

Not only Li Xiang, but also Zhou Feng, Yan Jun, and the three little guys with dolls on their backpacks all looked over in unison.

"Ink painting."

Zhao Wugou continued to ask, "Did you hear the sound?"

"It's not a music card, how can there be sound?" Li Xiang looked at him suspiciously.

Little Yama, who was obediently pretending to be a doll, immediately turned his big black and white eyes to stare at him, human beings, don't question my father!

Yan Jun looked over indifferently, and the little bun who was killing people with his eyes was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his gaze, and continued to act innocent.

The intern smiled and said nothing, and pointed to the late Qing famille rose hat cylinder that was used for flower arrangement in the corner, "What about this one?"

Li Xiang continued to shake his head.I feel that this person in front of me is a bit whimsical.

Zhao Wugou's fingers then pointed to the peony painting, the imitation painting of Han Xizai's night banquet painting, the pipa girl in a mat-patterned dress, the dancer dancing Liuyao dance, and the musician playing. Finally, he pointed to the beige wallpaper.

Li Xiang, who was sitting on the sofa with a casual expression, suddenly changed his expression, "Here we come, the sound of pipa and flute."

what's the situation?Zhou Feng straightened his body, and leaned over to look at the wallpaper. On the wallpaper was an antique embossed half-moon-shaped curly grass lion pattern, obviously nothing unusual.

Yan Jun showed a thoughtful expression.

"Handkerchief." Zhao Wugou's eyes flickered, and he hooked his finger at Yan Jun.Yan Jun cooperatively handed over the white silk handkerchief in his suit pocket.

The intern unfolded the silk handkerchief that said 'I'm very expensive', covered the wallpaper from the air, and motioned Li Xiang to look at the handkerchief, "Is there still sound?"

"Yes." Li Xiang stared at the handkerchief with a solemn expression.

After a while, Li Xiang shook his head, "Not anymore."

Zhao Wugou took off the handkerchief, and Li Xiang, who looked directly at the wallpaper again, widened his eyes and moved his lips, "...that voice came again."

Zhou Feng: ……………

"Congratulations, maybe you don't need to sell the house, just change the wallpaper to solve the problem." Zhao Wugou returned the handkerchief to Yan Jun with confident lips.

"Wallpaper? Damn it!" Li Xiang still had a look of disbelief.

A little bun on the backpack puffed up his cheeks and muttered silently, what the hell is wrong, it's an honor to meet you!

On the return journey, Little Hades, Little Yinlong, and Taotie transformed from dolls back to their original forms one after another, and the little scholar was terrified by them again, holding the lid of the incense burner and shaking like chaff, but he dared not make a sound, for fear of these few Anyone who is unhappy will eat him up.

Those few people ignored it, obediently sat down next to Zhao Wugou.

"Daddy, was that human being sick just now?" Xiao Baozi spoke on behalf of him, his face full of curiosity.

Even Yan Jun who was flipping through the documents silently pricked up his ears, wanting to find out.

"Well," the intern nodded, and was about to explain when the phone rang.

"What's going on?" Zhou Feng called Zhao Wugou as soon as he separated from Li Xiang.The source of tinnitus is wallpaper?Two things that are clearly out of reach!

"Your cousin probably suffers from an uncommon neurological disease, Synesthesia," Zhao Wugou explained, "translated into Chinese, it can be called 'synaesthesia'."

"Synesthetes?" Zhou Feng on the other end of the phone was still a little confused.

The three little ones on the other end of the phone are a row of mosquito coil eyes.

Yan Jun is calm on the surface, but there are question marks in capital letters in his heart.

"Summer is pink, the number 2 is coffee-flavored, the triangle is so cold that it makes people shiver, the singing of birds is dancing, and lilies are stainless steel." Zhao Wugou said a few words casually.

"Are you writing poetry?" Zhou Feng didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Wugou's frowning words.

The little bun also tugged on his sleeve anxiously.

"I'm not writing poetry. Although it sounds poetic, the above words are all from the case records of some patients with synesthesia." Zhao Wugou poked Xiao Baozi's dimple, "However, in literature, there is indeed a kind of The rhetorical technique is also called Synesthesia, and it is generally customary to call this rhetorical technique synaesthesia. Synesthesia and synaesthesia are like twin brothers. In literature, the use of synaesthesia may be amazing, but in the field of psychology , this is simply a confusing response of one channel or several channels triggered by stimulation of one channel."

Zhou Feng: ……………

Three little ones: ……………

Yan Jun: ……………

And this disease?

"According to the current research data, there are many kinds of symptoms of synaesthesia, one-to-one, such as from hearing to smell, and one-to-many, such as taste, vision and touch caused by hearing. You express My brother's symptoms range from vision to hearing. Beige is a very common color, so he should be 'allergic' to the pattern of the wallpaper. You can take him for further investigation later, but this disease is not right The impact on life is not big, like your cousin, if you control yourself not to touch that pattern, it won't affect his rest, so don't worry too much." Zhao Wugou comforted.

"Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner another day." Zhou Feng hung up the phone gratefully, who was smacked by Science.

"Daddy, this disease sounds like fun." The little bun slapped his hands childishly, looking innocent and harmless.Xiao Yinlong and Taotie next to him also laughed brightly.

Only the little scholar who was holding Aroma Gail on the table knew how fierce these few monsters were.

"Illness cannot be described as 'fun'." Zhao Wugou looked at Xiao Baozi seriously, "Think about it in another way, would you like to be made a joke of others when you are sick?"

Xiao Baozi paused in his applause, obediently climbed down from his seat, kicked the little silver dragon next to him, and squeezed between it and Taotie to sit down again.

"I've never been sick." The little bun who had sat down again blinked his black and white eyes aggrievedly.

Empathy does not mean changing your sitting position!Zhao Wugou silently supported his forehead.

After explaining the real meaning of empathy to a few little guys, Zhao Wugou turned his head to look at Yan Jun, and asked as if nothing had happened, "By the way, who is that person using the fan?"