Handbook of Nonhuman Research

"So, now there are two substantive pieces of information. First, people in the village are taboo to wear blue for children; second, Master Wang had two grandsons, one of whom died. And, in the year when the child died, He fired a batch of astonishing top-quality porcelain." Zhao Wugou propped his chin with two fingers, sorting out the news that Wang Xuan had inquired about.

"Yeah." Wang Xuan nodded repeatedly.

Yan Jun raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, "Do you know the name of the child who died young? Or, what is the full name of this Master Wang?"

"I don't know the child's name, but Master Wang's full name is Wang Yanliang, and his son is Wang Chunsheng. The child who died young should be Wang Chunsheng's son." Wang Xuan answered hastily.During the reception banquet, Master Wang mentioned that Wang Chunsheng is the only son.

Yan Jun moved his jaw slightly, signaling Si Geng to check it out, and Si Geng was dispatched to leave.

Zhao Wugou instantly got the meaning of the Minister, whether the child died of illness or died in the kiln, he must go to the underworld.

"Your agency can still check household registration and other information?" Wang Xuan looked at the intern curiously. Is the database of the national government agency already connected to the Internet?

"The authority of the minister is fine." Zhao Wugou replied vaguely.I am afraid that no one in this world will be able to avoid the water meter being checked by Mr. Yan Jun, sooner or later.

Wang Xuan suddenly realized, and raised his eyebrows flexibly in the direction of the dragon kiln. From their current position, they can just see a part of the kiln body. The location of the dragon kiln is brightly lit. The kiln will be fired tomorrow. The kiln installation work in the first section, "Why don't we take a detour to the kiln temple to have a look?"

Zhao Wugou nodded, "Go and visit Xiayao God."

"What kind of visit? It's called worship, okay? Xueba, your Chinese is taught by a physical education teacher?" Wang Xuan laughed.

The corners of the intern's lips were slightly raised, and he smiled lightly and said nothing.

Although the Kiln Temple is small in size, there is no trace of dilapidation.The yellow courtyard walls are new and new, as if they have just been painted.

When everyone walked into the temple, they saw a clay statue of a five or six-year-old boy in the middle, with a round and lively face, and strands of hair tied with blue silk, shaped like horns. It was wearing a red velvet cloak, Through the gap in the middle of the cloak, one can see that the statue is wearing a blue double-breasted blouse. The folds of the clothes are long and smooth, and the gold powder is painted on them, showing the soft and luxurious texture of the clothes.

In front of the statue is a desk with a yellow table, an incense burner and a candlestick.There are three long streamers hanging on each side, which are red, blue and white from outside to inside.

The censer was empty, only half a furnace of incense ashes, and no unburned incense roots left after worship.

"Hey, what a ghost, I clearly saw that child standing here the other day..." Wang Xuan scratched the back of his head suspiciously at the censer.

"It may also be that tomorrow we will sacrifice to the God of the Kiln, and we cleaned it up today." Zhao Wugou pointed to the table surround and the banners, so clean and tidy, they should be newly replaced.The temple was not big, and he could see the bottom at a glance. He deliberately looked around, but he didn't see any shadow that should appear or shouldn't appear.

How is it? Is there anything unusual?The intern looked at Yan Jun.

Yan Jun shook his head lightly, there was no strong yin or aura.

"Master Kiln God, please bless our shooting this time." Wang Xuan cupped his hands towards the statue of the king and grandson, and did not forget to greet Zhao Wugou. Down?"

"You represent." The intern waved his hands perfunctorily and declined, jokingly, the little kiln god, how could he stand Yan Jun's worship.

There is no special hotel in Kaiyang Village, so Zhao Wugou and Wang Xuan had to stay in the guest room of Master Wang's house.When they returned, Master Wang's family was happily sitting in the living room.

Master Wang and Wang Chunsheng were playing chess, occasionally chatting a few words about tomorrow's sacrifice to the kiln god. The daughter-in-law was on the sofa next to her, knitting a sweater while watching TV, and the little grandson was lying on his mother's lap, looking at the coloring book with great interest.

"Are you tired? Take a break with a cup of tea." Wang Chunsheng greeted them enthusiastically, and the wife of the Wang family who was sitting on the sofa hurriedly moved aside.

Zhao Wugou and Wang Xuan greeted the Wang family politely.

"No, let's take a shower and get ready for bed. I just bought daily necessities and brought some drinks and snacks for your grandson." Wang Xuan borrowed flowers to offer Buddha and shook the two bulky bags in his hand.Originally, he and Zhao Wugou only wanted to buy the toothpaste they forgot, but the generous boss almost bought half of the canteen.

The alarm clock of Wang Chunsheng's mobile phone rang at this time. The little boy put down the comic book in his hand, bent down obediently and took out a medicine box from under the coffee table and handed it to the woman behind him, "Mom, take medicine."

"Sister-in-law has a cold?" Wang Xuan put down the XL plastic bag in his hand beside the tea table.

"Diabetes." Wang Chunsheng's daughter-in-law smiled shyly.

After saying goodnight to the Wang family, Wang Xuan and Zhao Wugou went back to the guest room.

"Look at the family, the father is kind, the son is filial, the husband and wife are harmonious, how can there be any estrangement? It must be nonsense to use the grandson to worship the god of the kiln." Wang Xuan walked to the guest room while whispering to Zhao Wugou. .

After getting up early in the morning and driving to Kaiyang Village, and busy with the camera all afternoon, Wang Xuan was extremely tired, and by the time Zhao Wugou came out of the shower, he was already fast asleep.

Zhao Wugou didn't feel sleepy yet, so he leaned on the bedside and flipped through his phone.

Suddenly, he heard something faintly moving in the yard.Walking to the window, I saw two figures walking out of the courtyard in the dark. Looking at their figures, they looked like Master Wang and Wang Chunsheng.

Zhao Wugou frowned, flicked the brooch hidden on his shirt, and ordered Dan Ke to follow quietly.

【are you asleep? 】As soon as Dan Ke left, a message from Yan Jun popped up on Zhao Wugou's cell phone.

【not yet. 】

[The matter of Wang's parents and grandchildren has been found out. 】

【How to say? 】

[The fourth watch took a photo of the record file, and I will send it to you. 】

[Okay, rest early. 】

【Lonely Sleepless】

Zhao Wugou: ……………

Minister, acting like a baby will destroy your Overlord Emperor!

The next morning, Zhao Wugou and Wang Xuan followed Master Wang to start the filming trip.

In the morning light, the long dragon kiln meanders up, and the pine and cypress firewood specially used for burning dragon kilns are neatly stacked on both sides.According to Master Wang's previous introduction, the firewood weighs 7.5 tons, and there are strict requirements on the time of firing and the distance from the kiln roof to the fire, so there must be no sloppy.

The tea sets in the first two kilns rely on the asphalt and mixture released by these special firewoods to adhere to the tea sets to form a natural and precious glaze color, which cannot be replicated by other firewoods and firing methods.

The first step in firing a kiln is to worship the kiln god.The process is not too complicated. Replace the Wangsun Temple with new banners, offer fruits and flowers, light candles and incense, and burn prayers to pray for a smooth firing.

After two strings of thousands of firecrackers that were as long as the dragon kiln exploded vigorously, the little apprentice put the brass charcoal basin on the ground, and Master Wang lit the long incense in his hand, and led a group of people to kneel down in front of the statue of Wang Sun, There are words in the mouth.On that clear and wrinkled face, his expression was devout and prudent.

Offering sacrifices to the kiln god is the most important part of the kiln firing ceremony, and it also attracts the most attention.The other villagers who are not eligible to participate in the worship, surrounded by the three floors inside and outside, including the daughter-in-law and grandson of the Wang family, crowded in the front row to watch the grand and lively firing start.

Wang Xuan took the camera and faithfully recorded this ancient ceremony.

In the smoke and dust of firecrackers, after praying, Master Wang took out a "Prayer Book" written in advance and put it in the charcoal basin.

After being smoked by the charcoal fire, a line of scorched yellow writing suddenly appeared in the blank space of the paper:

Give my life back!

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ghost!" A villager who was watching saw the words on the paper with keen eyes, and immediately pointed at the charcoal basin and screamed.

His cry caused everyone to look over, and seeing the resentful handwriting, they couldn't help talking.

After the ceremony, Master Wang had already stood up and was about to walk towards the entrance of the kiln. When he heard the screams and turned his head, the words were already half burned.But the content can still be clearly identified.

Wang Yanliang's face turned dark, and he walked over to quickly pick up the piece of paper. He shook the corner of the paper, which was only one-third left, and coldly said to the commotion crowd on both sides, "Today is my big day for Wang Yanliang to burn the kiln. , I also hope that all of you, distant relatives and neighbors, don't make such jokes."

With Yan Jun in charge, there are still little ghosts who dare to come out and make trouble?Zhao Wugou, who didn't feel any yin and didn't see a 'ghost', subconsciously went to the crowd to look for Mr. Minister.

Yan Jun shook his head lightly at Zhao Wugou, there is no ghost.

Zhao Wugou frowned and looked at the scrap of paper in Wang Yanliang's hand, silently looking at the crowd around him, brushing across the faces of those he had seen or not seen one by one.

There are no ghosts, so, is there someone pretending to be a ghost?

The news of the "ghost writing" appearing on the prayer book quickly spread throughout the village like wings, and the rumor that Wang's parents and grandsons came back to claim their lives was rampant.Master Wang followed the pile master to observe the kiln fire, measure the kiln temperature, and arrange to throw firewood.Except for a bad complexion, there was almost no effect.Even Wang Chunsheng, who was panicked when he heard about the haunting before, was unusually calm this time, and hurriedly followed Wang Yanliang.

Compared to the rumors, their focus seems to be only on the dragon kiln in front of them.

It was the daughter-in-law of the Wang family who almost fainted on the spot when she heard that her eldest son was coming back to claim his life.The youngest son next to me was so frightened that he burst into tears.

On this day, half of the people in Wangjia Village lived in chaos and panic.

The dragon kiln needs to be fired for more than [-] hours, and then it takes two to three days to cool down.

Because they couldn't stay for so long, Zhao Wugou and Wang Xuan discussed it and decided to take the minister's car back to the north of Beijing that night, and come back when the kiln opens.

In addition, regarding the haunting, the intern also had a faint question mark in his heart, and he needed to go back and find someone to consult and confirm.Before leaving, he purposely left the guest behind and quietly asked a few words.

Three days later, Zhao Wugou took the Rolls-Royce of Master Yan Jun who 'happened to be on a business trip again' and returned. When he entered Wang's house, the yard was empty, only Wang Chunsheng's wife and son were cooking in the kitchen.

When the opening of the kiln was approaching, both Wang Yanliang and Wang Chunsheng went to the dragon kiln, and Wang Xuan also followed in order to capture the most exciting scene of the kiln opening.

The gray-headed green-faced parrot on the window sill was not there, and Huang Taolian and a gray bird were pecking at millet while eating and chatting.

"Didn't you notice? It's lying to you every day when it distributes millet, and it gives itself a lot more." Gray Bird scolded angrily.

"It's good to eat less. It's popular among human beings to lose weight and maintain their figure." Huang Tao said slowly.

"You know?" Gray Bird was so surprised that he even dropped the millet he pecked into his mouth.

"I know, but it doesn't matter, we are family." Huang Tao's face was full of doting, "With a little millet, you can exchange it for happiness. There is nothing more valuable than this."

Gray Bird: ……………

Bah, those who are favored are all confident, have you forgotten that besides you and I, the ones who suffer the most?

Zhao Wugou looked at Huang Tao's face thoughtfully, and the last doubt in his heart seemed to have been answered.

"You're back?" Discovering Zhao Wugou, Wang Chunsheng's wife came out of the kitchen in a panic, and was stunned again when she saw Yan Jun beside Zhao Wugou, "Who is this?"

Zhao Wugou: "My boyfriend."

Yan Jun: "His boss."

There are different voices.

Zhao Wugou gave Yan Jun a blank look, what's the matter?

Yan Jun's eyebrows twitched slightly, you only introduced me as the boss to Wang Xuan, why did you suddenly come out to this side?

Wang's daughter-in-law:? ? ?

After a pause, Zhao Wugou said again: "My boss."

Yan Jun's voice also followed like a shadow: "His boyfriend."

Zhao Wugou: ……………

"I see, it's both the boss and the boyfriend." The Wang family's daughter-in-law who had calmed down looked at the two people who were flirting and smiled, and wiped her hands with the floral apron on her body, "They have all gone to the kiln."

The light guest in mid-air shook his head at Zhao Wugou, Zhao Wugou heaved a sigh of relief, "That's right, I can be lazy and rest for a while, if you are free, we can chat for a while."

"Okay, let's sit in the living room. The soup just needs to be boiled for a while." The wife of the Wang family patted her son and motioned him to take the guests there first.

As soon as they sat down in the living room, the phone on the coffee table rang. The wife of the Wang family answered the phone and hung up after a few words.

"Sales calls." She explained helplessly to Zhao Wugou.

"Well, I also often receive harassing calls." Zhao Wugou looked at the phone on the coffee table with a gentle smile, "I suddenly remembered a story about the phone."

"What story?" The little boy leaning on his mother's lap asked curiously. He likes listening to stories the most.

"It is said that Bell, the inventor of the telephone, never actually called his mother and wife." Zhao Wugou pointed to the phone.

"Why?" The little boy was very puzzled, "Doesn't he like them?"

"On the contrary, Bell loves them very much." The corners of Zhao Wugou's lips curled up slightly.

"However, he obviously invented the telephone, but he refused to call them even once. How could he love them?" The little boy was even more confused.

"I have a friend who said something a few days ago. I think it makes sense." The intern touched the little boy's head, "I don't know the cause and effect, and words are easy to make mistakes."

"Understood, I'm afraid it will be even more chilling." Wang's daughter-in-law also patted her son's head pityingly, with a tone of pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Zhao Wugou shook his head, "He didn't call them just because they were all deaf. That's why, besides the telephone, Bell also invented hearing aids."

Some people, not good at words, will only silently put their love for their loved ones into actions.

Wang's daughter-in-law: …………

"I have a friend in the hospital. When I returned to Beijing these few days, I specially consulted with relevant specialists through him." Zhao Wugou said in a gentle tone, "He told me that among the diseases that women pass on to their children , the genetic risk of diabetes is actually very high. Moreover, due to insufficient attention and awareness, children with diabetes are prone to accidental death due to lack of timely medical treatment during acute ketoacidosis."

According to the information brought back by the Fourth Watch, the eldest grandson of the Wang family died of complications from diabetes.After Zhao Wugou's investigation, he also confirmed that the daughter-in-law of the Wang family had passed on her diabetes to her son.

"Inherited? Acute...acidosis?" Wang's daughter-in-law repeated these words with difficulty.So, the child who died early was not the father and son of the Wang family, but he killed himself?

"Yes. The death rate is very fast."

The woman suddenly burst into tears. She covered her face and cried bitterly, "It's because of me? I... I don't know. They, they kept telling me it was a cold. I thought, I thought they two put me Send my son to..."

She didn't say the last two words, but both Zhao Wugou and Yan Jun knew that what she wanted to say was, 'sacrifice kiln'.

Zhao Wugou frantically took out a tissue, and was about to hand it to Wang's daughter-in-law, but Yan Jun took the tissue away, stuffed it to the fourth watch beside him, and motioned for him to take it.

intern:………………

Isn't this superfluous?

The Wang family's daughter-in-law wiped her tears, but didn't notice this little episode.

"I guess, their father and son don't want to make you feel bad." Zhao Wugou couldn't understand the concealment of Wang's father and son at first, but the parrot just woke him up. Perhaps, they just wanted to protect the family in front of them, so they concealed it in good faith. the real reason.As a mother, if you know that the cause of your child's early death is due to a disease that you inherited, it must be very shocking.They have already lost a grandson and son, and they don't want to lose another daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law.

They may not understand romance, but they are gentle enough.

In this lie is the greatest tolerance and pampering that two kind and clumsy men can give to their families.

"The blue-clothed boy when we entered the village, you asked your son to pretend to be him, right?" Zhao Wugou asked again.

"How do you know?" The woman looked at him in shock, her face covered with tears.

"Not many people know about the time we arrived, so we deliberately dressed up at that time for us to see, it must be someone close to Master Wang." Zhao Wugou explained.Tan Ke found the blue children's coat deep in the Wang's wife's closet.

In addition, he can see ghosts, but most of what Wang Xuan can see are not ghosts.

"The words on the prayer book, are they lemon juice?" Zhao Wugou asked again, "I heard that after you use lemon juice to write on the paper, and bake it with fire, it will appear burnt yellow, like a haunted ghost. of."

Woman: ……………

"I guess you want to know the truth about your son's death, so you deliberately pretended to scare the Wang family and his son, hoping that they would tell the truth." Zhao Wugou rubbed his forehead and let out a long breath, "Fortunately, there hasn't been any trouble yet. What a big deal."

"No, it's too late." The woman murmured helplessly as her shoulders trembled.

"What's too late?" Zhao Wugou didn't understand. According to Danke's report just now, Wang's daughter-in-law was still hesitating whether to poison the soup.Didn't really put it in.

"I secretly replaced the pines and cypresses in the Dragon Kiln four days ago." The woman covered her face guiltily.The [-] pieces of porcelain that are to be kiln today, especially the tea sets that are expected to be placed in the first two kilns, are doomed to fail.

Wang Yanliang and Wang Chunsheng not only wasted their efforts in vain, they might even lose their reputations due to the rumors of haunted ghosts.

Zhao Wugou was stunned, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Longyao.

In the distance, only a group of people could be seen standing at the entrance of the kiln, and they couldn't even tell who was who. However, above the head of a certain short black figure, a beautiful red cloud was slowly rising domineeringly.

"Does the cloud of bad luck have red?" Zhao Wugou looked at Yan Jun for help.

"Red cloud?" Yan Jun frowned.

"Well, I've only seen black clouds above other people's heads before, but this time it's red." Zhao Wugou gestured at the top of his head.

"That's good luck, good luck in the head of good luck." Yan Jun said flatly.

"It's done! It's done!" An earth-shattering shout erupted from Longyao, which could be heard even in the courtyard of Wang's house.

Zhao Wugou:? ? ?

Can this be burned?This small village doesn't really have a kiln god, does it?