critical

After the rainstorm, the sun was shining brightly, and the little girls in hot pants and short skirts held a cup of milk tea, the ice cubes collided, and the walls of the cups dripped with water.

Yan Ji was driving on the road with a secret pride in his heart.

Sacrifice is an ancient legend.

The world is peaceful and nothing happens.

Back at the police station in the rain last night, the small policemen were still checking the video in the monitoring room. Seeing the two of them coming back wet, they were quite frightened and asked around.

Yan Jiquan pushed it to the sheep-horned monster who was playing with the puppy in the yard just now, and killed it with one bite, saying that the two were exercising martial arts.Yang Shuhui rolled his eyes and was about to scold her.Yan Ji suddenly apologized earnestly, which made him a little at a loss.It's impossible to say that you don't care. If you want to say that you don't mind, this matter will not pass silently back then.

Yang Shuhui felt a little shy when the matter was broken, and he couldn't bear to question him.There was no change of clothes at the police station, so he simply sent the two of them home.

Back in the Taoyuanli community, Yan Ji and Yan Deng finished their washes, hugged each other and slept until noon.I thought there would be a series of deadly phone calls from the director, but I didn't wait after watching the rebroadcast of the news.

Of course, there is no such thing as "the intersection of the eleven expressways in our city is closed for special reasons".

Originally staying at home today, Yan Ji had something on his mind, so he borrowed the excuse of buying vegetables to go out, and drove all the way to Xingwei Garden.

With a palm, he turned into the flower-filled yard, picked up the garden field leaning against the wall, pointed it at the French windows on the first floor, and shattered the glass with a "bang-dang".

Diver heard the movement downstairs and wanted to check the surveillance, but before he got to the computer, Yan Ji walked up the stairs and appeared at the door of the study.She was wearing Yan Deng's chain-neck short-sleeved shirt, a pair of loose ripped jeans, white gloves, and a pair of thin silver-rimmed sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, covering most of her face.

Deaver had aged a lot overnight, with a gray beard and wrinkled face.He expected Yan Ji's visit, and was a little surprised at her arrival, and said after a while: "Your honored guest."

Yan Ji walked into the study, pulled a chair and sat down, put the garden shovel beside the desk: "It's good that he didn't run away."

Deaver leaned on his cane and walked to his leather rocking chair.

Yan Ji raised his foot and hooked it, and Diver staggered towards the desk, several display screens collided with each other, the wires were entangled, and the screen shattered.

Yan Ji withdrew his foot: "Sorry, I have to remind you, I'm not here to be a guest."

Diver propped up his old body and turned to look at Yan Ji.Her legs are flat, her knees are slightly splayed, her hands are folded on her stomach, and her back is straight.The sitting posture is polite and polite, and the expression is extremely gentle.

Diver stood leaning on the desk: "Miss Yan, please tell me."

Yan Ji asked: "I didn't tell it, it was you who told it, starting from your time in Persia."

Deaver looked quite calm: "If I have a problem, the police will come and arrest me."

Yan Ji smiled: "Don't worry."

Differ pondered for a while: "Miss Yan, although I don't know what happened, it must have happened. I'm just a mortal with all kinds of emotions. Some people are unavoidably greedy. Facing gods, fear and timidity are unavoidable. Hum God wants to descend, and Hum longs for your body. But that's not my intention, you must understand the helplessness and despair of being manipulated by the hand of fate."

Yan Ji nodded, walked to the window, opened the window and glanced down.

Diver was stunned by her inexplicable behavior: "Miss Yan, you see, even if there is no evidence, I am still willing to confess to Bugong. Because what I have always longed for is the life of ordinary people."

Yan Ji interrupted him: "Come and see."

Deaver walked over suspiciously, leaned over to look at his yard: "I love life, I love..."

Yan Ji violently pushed Diver's back, and at the same time raised his leg to sweep across.

Deaver staggered and lay on the window sill, his feet off the ground, and he slid downstairs.Head up and feet down, dizzy for a while, Deaver hurriedly grabbed the window sill and shouted: "Don't! Miss Yan! I say, I say."

Yan Ji stood by the window, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and the scenery was pleasant: "Speak, don't waste time."

Diver took a breath: "Okay, let me say, I am a professor of ancient Persian history at the University of Teresa, and my research direction is ancient Avestan and Achaemenid clay tablets. More than ten years ago, someone Find me, they claim to be descendants of the ancient Persian Achaemenid family, Cyrus and Darius. In fact, they are just lost dogs who fled to India. They made countless fortunes from China by making dogs for the British."

Yan Ji knew in his heart that it must be the group of Parsis.She picked up the ceramic ornaments on the table, raised her arms and threw them downstairs.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound.

Diver swallowed, and didn't dare to talk nonsense: "They brought a document, which is a few tablets of Avestan letters. I deciphered a sentence from it..."

"Which sentence?"

"'I poured you from the silver cup into the gold cup with great care, and never spilled on the ground'. This is what Zoroaster said when he drank the juice of Humu in the "Avesta" record." Diverton Dun, "I found that the Parsis were very unusual. They didn't care about the cultural value of the clay tablet, but only cared about the content on the clay tablet. The content of the clay tablet is about the process and prayers of worshiping the god Hum."

"I handed over the translation to them, thinking that everything was over. Not long after, it was reported that a cruise ship caught fire and was shipwrecked, and the group of Parsis reappeared, bringing a few numbers."

Speaking of this, Divert paused: "Do you still remember that you and the policewoman came to me and showed me the texture on the braided rope of the access card of Dianjin Pharmaceutical Industry, AM7ㄑ. 'AM' stands for Ahura , Avesta is written as Ahura-Mazda. '7' represents Ahura and the six gods of Ahura, seven in one. 'ㄑ' is the ancient number ten. This is the number of Dianjin Pharmaceutical, this position people already know some secrets."

Yan Ji frowned, and his voice sank: "Don't talk nonsense."

Deaver continued: "The string of numbers is a landmark. I don't know much about China, so I asked someone to find Chinese working in Persia. God arranged everything in the dark, and I got to know Gao Chao. Gao Chao saw through me and tempted me. "

"When I came here, I found out that the Parsi people established a golden pharmaceutical industry, and they fought fiercely with the government and business circles, and held various competitions with schools. I followed them secretly, and they were very mysterious, and I couldn't get close."

Deaver shook his body, and he hurriedly said: "It was a rainstorm night! I remember it very clearly. On August [-]th, on a bridge. The Parsis were preparing to sacrifice, and a few mysterious people suddenly rushed out. Then there was a big explosion, I wanted to see if the sacrificed child was still alive, and the young man suddenly appeared and drove the car away."

Yan Ji recalled that rainstorm night vividly.

Taking Yan Deng away is Jingxing, and the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole are behind.Various forces have their own purposes, and junior high school students caught in them are not even ants, and can only let the wind blow and rain.

"What about you?"

Deaver said with difficulty: "I, I took that clay tablet."

Yan Ji slightly raised his breath and kicked his legs.Deaver fell straight from the window and fell into the rosebushes under the window sill, crushing the flowers and branches, and leaving the ground in a mess.Deaver rolled unabated to the gravel path in the garden, where he lay on his back, bruised and terrified.

Yan Ji turned around and picked up the garden shovel on the table, hooked the window sill and jumped down, walked up to Diver and squatted down: "With your body, if you fall from this height, it is recommended to send to the doctor in time. Tell me, cherish the time."

Diver's lips trembled, his eyes were as stiff as a vulture's, and he said, "There is a wooden box on the bridge, a golden cup... I, I didn't expect, I didn't expect it to be the legendary Zoroastrian cup. There is a seed in the golden cup. Seeds of Humu. Gao Chao pushed me into a lotus pond, God blesses me not to die. Then there was a great flood, and all traces of evil were destroyed.”

"Qian Hong is dead, Gao Chao is dead, only ghosts know what happened between you. I'm not very interested, and I don't want to cause trouble for others." Yan Ji stepped on Di Fu's hand and turned the garden in his hand. shovel.

Differ struggled desperately: "What I said is true! I have surveillance here! There are..."

Yan Ji raised some eyebrows: "Huh?"

Diver whispered, but it was impossible to reveal what he had done.He was afraid that Yan Ji would bring the recording pen, and that the confession at this moment would turn into digging his own grave.

Yan Ji smiled: "I'm in a hurry, so you pick up the important ones and tell me, what's the situation with God Humu? Why does it appear? It's the only one."

Diver breathed a sigh of relief: "Because of the cracks, cracks appeared. I analyzed an ancient clay tablet. It said that the gods walked on the earth, and the gods fought constantly. The true gods could not die, and the defeated were expelled to the boundless Desolate land. God Humu should be one of them, he is not the most powerful god, but he just happens to hold the authority of the space-time gap."

"Desolation?"

Deaver nodded and explained: "There are too few records that can be found. It is not really desolate. It is said that it is between the earth and the heavens, at the end of time and space. It is the home of human souls and a passage to the other shore."

Seeing that Yan Ji was thinking, Differ took a breath and showed a mournful expression: "I never wanted to obey the will of God Humu. I longed for youth and longevity. I never wanted the so-called gods to come to the world. That would ruin everything." Everything I have as a human being, I am not a pious and ignorant believer, this world belongs to human beings, and it should only belong to human beings.”

What a good eloquence, Yan Ji thought to himself.

"God Hum needs sacrifices to open the passage. For so many years, I have not promised him. I have not recruited believers, and I have not even gone to find the 'key' he needs. Look at me, what have I done? Nothing. Just That poor child under my command, he failed to withstand the temptation..."

Yan Ji raised the garden shovel and slammed it down on Diffe's face, only to hear a "pop", Diffe didn't have time to scream, a puddle of blood spewed out of his mouth, mixed with a few yellow teeth.

"You don't deserve to mention him."

"Mr. Deaver is so confident, does he think I dare or won't?"

Yan Ji leaned over and asked Diver, "Killing people should be easier than killing gods, right?"