Canary of the gods

After walking in the secret passage for a while, they saw a long narrow and steep staircase.

A temple cultivator who hadn't thought about how well he was dressed before, now finally realized the hindrance of the long skirt.

This section of stairs was very steep. When he went downstairs, his skirt covered his feet, and even blocked the steps. If he was not careful, he would be in danger of stepping into the air.

But this is not a big problem for a temple cultivator, just teleport to the bottom of the stairs.

However, just when he was about to use his supernatural power, Osamu Dazai, who was walking behind him, suddenly put his shoulders on his shoulders, trembling like a little white flower trembling in the wind—probably pretending, "Xiu , Xiujun, this step is so steep, my legs are weak..."

Hearing this, a temple cultivator looked disgusted, "Why are you so weak."

"I don't want to, but..." Osamu Dazai put his bandaged forehead with one hand, frowning like a drama actor who is deeply involved in the drama, and said with a sad face: "It's all my fault, if the bomb explodes If I didn't disturb you..."

"..."

What else can I do, the injury on this guy's body is caused by himself, and the supernatural power doesn't work on him...

A temple repair pursed her lips, glanced at the long skirt, then stretched out her hand and raised it...

Osamu Dazai was ready to see the "lady" scene where the other party held the skirt in one hand and handed it to him with the other.

How could I have thought of——

"thorn"

Ji Yiji quickly tore off the hem of the long skirt that was in the way, casually threw it aside, then turned around and stretched out his hands towards Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai: "?"

A temple cultivator said coldly, "I'll carry you down."

Osamu Dazai: "!"

"This...that's unnecessary..." Osamu Dazai hurriedly waved his hands, a little embarrassed.

In fact, he was just joking, but if he said this now, he would definitely be thrown down the stairs by a monk, right?

Hey, just thinking about that scene, Osamu Dazai felt his bones start to ache.

In order to avoid such a tragedy, he turned his head and quickly found an extremely legitimate reason: "Think about it, I will block your sight with this posture, what will happen if you accidentally step into the air!"

A temple cultivator thought about it, then turned around and squatted down, "Is it okay to carry your head office?"

"..." This, this, this...

Well, this pose is easier to accept.

Osamu Dazai breathed a sigh of relief, but said in his mouth, "Is it really all right?"

"What are you talking about?"

Ok.

Osamu Dazai lay down on the ground without the slightest psychological burden, and he even pulled a piece of Jishu's long hair—even though it was a wig—to the side so that it would not be suppressed later.

As soon as the long hair was parted, he saw what he didn't pay much attention to at ordinary times, the back of a temple cultivator's neck, as white as jade, with delicate skin, just looking at the back, it really looks a bit like a girl...

Osamu Dazai walked away for a while, and Ji Yiyi had already carried him on his back. He looked quite relaxed, but he just reminded him a little: "Don't put your upper body on my back."

Osamu Dazai thought that he was not used to being so close to the body—to be honest, he was not used to it either—so he raised his upper body very consciously, but unexpectedly heard the other party muttering in a low voice in the middle of the way: "Obviously the chest is still there." There is an injury, can't you pay attention to yourself..."

Huh?It turned out that I was worried that he would press on the wound...

Osamu Dazai smacked his lips, and instead leaned back on his stomach, leaning on the shoulder of a monk like a fool, and yelled in a drawn-out voice: "Oh, why can't my waist work hard?"

A temple cultivator: "..." Can he throw this guy down the stairs now?

A temple priest walked down the steps easily, with extremely steady steps and undisturbed breathing, as if he was not carrying a 1.8-meter man, but a small schoolbag used by kindergarten children to hold snacks and toys.

He even had time to ask Osamu Dazai a question.

"How did you know so many things in such a short time?"

A temple repair is very curious.The two of them stayed together for the rest of the time except for the part of the way to the crew. Osamu Dazai picked up the whole incident, but he felt that he followed in a daze. Transitions.

Osamu Dazai: "Want to know?"

A temple repair nodded.

Osamu Dazai: "I don't want to tell you what to do~"

"Then I don't want to carry you on my back either, you can figure it out yourself."

A temple cultivator made a gesture to pick the person off from behind, and then threw him down from the unfinished steps. .

"Hey, hey, don't!" Osamu Dazai hurriedly grabbed his shoulders, complaining, "It's just a joke."

A priest snorted, "I was just joking too."

Osamu Dazai sighed, "Xiu-kun failed in his studies."

"Learn to be bad?" A temple cultivator sneered, and what he said sounded like an extreme villain in a TV series: "In the past, I would have chopped you into pieces and thrown them into the Pacific Ocean to feed the fish."

Think about it, this is a guy who can say "Go to the Pacific Ocean and smash the island when you get angry", so it is really impossible... So Osamu Dazai stopped and changed the subject decisively.

"You ask me why I know so much?" Osamu Dazai raised a finger and started teaching, "Because I have identified more useful information than you, Xiu-kun."

"Helpful information?"

"That's right, reality is not as caring as the director of a TV series, who will pass useful clues and information right under your nose through the camera..." At this point, he added as if he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, I forgot, Even if it is like this, Mr. Xiu can't find the real culprit." He refers to Si Xiu, who is often led by the nose by the screenwriter and director when watching "Wind Bell House".

A temple cultivator: "..." I really want to beat someone up.

Osamu Dazai continued: "It is a critical step to identify valuable information and clues."

"At the beginning of the investigation, the information we obtained was trivial and complicated, so the initial stage was like the trunk of a tree branched out into two branches, and several branches would grow from these two branches."

He clicked his brain, "Often this process will simulate a few, a dozen or even hundreds of possibilities, learn to identify useful information, eliminate useless information, and cut off redundant branches with 'click'. The more information there is, the more branches will be cut off, and what remains in the end is the so-called truth."

A temple repair: "..." Well, the first step has already stuck him to death.

But having said that... Dazai Osamu's way of thinking is really strange.

If it is an ordinary person—of course, here a temple is replaced by oneself—usually the first step is to filter out useful information first, and then connect these information one by one.This is like stringing beads, first select the beads that meet the requirements, and then string them together with a thread.

However, Osamu Dazai integrated all the information, simulated multiple possibilities, and then used useful information to eliminate wrong ideas-that is, what he called "pruning branches".

But there should be very few people who can do it like Osamu Dazai, right?Ordinary people don't know where to start when they see that towering tree—it's a temple cultivator.

The former method of "stringing beads" is more commonly used, convenient, simple and clear. Although the latter method of "cutting branches" is cumbersome, it can grasp the whole incident more comprehensively.

It is conceivable that Osamu Dazai must have a terrible outlook on the overall situation.

Apart from being a bit weak in skill, this guy actually has a pretty good brain...

Ji Yiji thought so, and Osamu Dazai suddenly said lightly: "Of course, you only need to take a look at this incident to understand it. The reason is as simple as 'you need to drink water when you are thirsty'. It's too much trouble to think about."

A temple cultivator: "..." Sure enough, this guy really deserves a beating.

Calculating the distance, they went down about three floors, and the two finally reached the bottom of the stairs.

Ji Yiji put Osamu Dazai down and began to observe the surrounding situation.

This is a simple hall without any decorations. There are a few small dim light bulbs on the wall. The light is so weak that you can barely see the floor tiles under your feet.

All kinds of horror props are placed around the hall, as well as some black boxes—the same texture as the black boxes they saw before, but slightly larger in size.However, the most numerous are still dummies, lying or standing, some complete, some with upper and lower body separated, and some with disassembled limbs.In such a dim environment, it was a bit scary to watch.

A priest looked at it and guessed: "The box contains drugs, right? When those guys transport drugs, they hide them in the dummy's body?"

"It should be right." Osamu Dazai thought so too.He took out a small camera less than the size of a palm from his coat pocket, and was about to take a picture as a certificate, when his ears twitched, as if he heard something.He suddenly called out to a monk: "Xiu! Be careful..."

"Ok?"

Before the forefoot of a temple cultivator's stepping leg touched the ground, a black shadow jumped out of the pile of dummies and rushed towards him!

A temple cultivator reacted very quickly. When the thing approached, he quickly adjusted his posture, changed his foot and kicked, and kicked the black thing into the wall next to him, with such force that the wall was covered with water. A pattern like a spider's web spread out.

"Click"

The "assailant" who faced the blow was instantly torn apart and fell to the ground with a splash.

"Huh? What is this?"

A temple repairman took a closer look and found that the thing turned out to be a dummy!

Since the dummy can move...

Osamu Dazai quickly thought of it: "Is it the ability to manipulate objects?"

He had just finished speaking when there were rustling sounds all around.

Each dummy, even the dismantled limbs and torso, seemed to be brought to life, walking, crawling or jumping, approaching and gathering towards the two with different postures, and surrounded them heavily.