Higher Human Advancement Regulations

When Shengkai opened his eyes, he felt that the world was shaking.

He sat in a small room, surrounded by darkness, and the only light came from a palm-sized window on the left.

The light slanted down through the narrow window sill, then slowly climbed to the wall, and then was cut into a broken shadow by the corner of the ground and the wall.

The room continued to shake, Shengkai grabbed the window with one hand, and fumbled for a lighter from his pocket with the other.

Thinking of the countless experiences of blind eyes in the secret room before, Shengkai felt a little angry.

It seems that in the cognition of "Sky Curtain", darkness is equivalent to the fear of the unknown.

But he was never afraid of these.

If you have light in your hand, you should take the initiative to drive away the filth in the dark corners, if not, then create light.

This has always been the code of conduct for Blooming.

The light from the lighter is not too bright, but it is enough for Shenghua to see the scene in front of him clearly.

This is a square but extremely narrow space, which looks like a sealed box.

With Blooming's body length, she couldn't even stretch her limbs, let alone stand up.

Except for the window on the four walls, there is no other exit.

On the side where Shengkai sits, there is a tatami-like bench. The cushion is covered with a layer of rough fabric, and at the same time, it is tightly attached to the wall.

To his right was a neatly arranged stack of stones, rattling with the shaking of the room.

The stones rest on a vertical cabinet, but the vertical cabinet is not high, and the height of the blooming sitting can just touch the top.

But he didn't open the closet hastily, but shifted his sight to the roof.

The space above the roof is even smaller, not a square roof, nor a dome, but simply composed of some horizontal and vertical crossing wooden cuboids interspersed.

No craftsman would have designed the ceiling like this.

Blooming looked out of the small window—many black shadows whose shapes could not be seen were passing by quickly, and the scene was like a giant beast carrying the house forward at a fast speed.

and many more.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Shengkai's mind.

He turned around abruptly and held the lighter up.

The light came from top to bottom, finally giving some light to the dark four walls.

That wall is obviously not a wall, but a layer of wooden boards covered with silk, embroidered with some vivid pictures of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

The golden silk thread and the red satin are intertwined and danced together, and every stitch can feel the high level of the stitcher.

Shengkai thought for a few seconds, stepped forward and opened the cabinet door.

Just at this moment, the "room" jolted, and the things in the cabinet fell to the ground.

Shengkai's center of gravity was unstable, and he barely supported his body so as not to grab the ground with his head, but one hand happened to be pressed against a cold object.

He frowned and looked at the thing under the light, only to realize that it was a pearl hairpin.

And the things scattered on the ground are also things used by ancient women. Although Sheng Kai doesn't know much about these things, at a glance, the rouge and gouache can still be recognized clearly.

Only then did Shengkai dispel the remaining doubts in her heart.

He seems to have some preconceived ideas—thinking that a secret room is equivalent to a sealed room.

In fact, this place is not a house, but a sedan chair in motion, and in that small cabinet are all the wedding gifts of the daughter.

But now the married daughter's house is gone, and the lamp does not exist. Instead, there is a 1.8-meter tall man with long legs.

Shenghua couldn't help but rolled her eyes in her heart:

What the hell is wrong with this sky curtain?

Fortunately, he was still wearing the same clothes as when he first entered the secret room, and even the lighter and cigarettes in his pockets were not changed.

Shengkai propped up his body and sat against the wall. Before he could react, he began to grope around the wall on the side of the tatami. After a while, he heard a "click", and a square piece of wood was sunken in. A groove was formed in the wall.

The recess is not big, but it just fits a lamp.

There were some brand-new wedding candles in the cabinet, and Shengkai took one casually and lit it.

After doing all this, his movements stopped suddenly.

Why would he know there was a groove here?

Although before coming here, Shu He had carefully explained to Wen Renxiao the cracking process of this secret room.

But it had been so long since entering the secret room, and Shenghua didn't come across anything that matched Shuhe's description.

Generally in the same secret room, the scene and decryption process will not change much.

So, either Shuhe's memory is wrong, or...

That is, this secret room is no longer the previous secret room.

If it is the latter, the change of the secret room with the same theme is another case that violates the rules of Paradise Lost.

But even so, a certain subconscious action memory of his is still reminding himself that he seems to have been to this secret room before, or has a full understanding of this secret room.

This discovery makes Sheng happy, as if the truth is in his grasp.

But the excitement didn't last long.

I don't know when, the color of the fabric on the four walls gradually darkened, and it became more and more strange under the faint light of the fire.

Shengkai looked at it for a while, then picked it from the ground, and finally twisted out a handkerchief.

The handkerchief is plain white, which stands out against the festive red.

Shenghua covered the handkerchief on the cloth, and then pressed it lightly. After a while, the handkerchief seemed to be soaked in water, and it was wet.

Other than that, nothing else.

Seems like just normal water spots, not some weird, gimmicky liquid.

For example blood.

Despite the handkerchief, Blossom's fingertips still got some water.

He frowned and threw the handkerchief out of the window, and immediately planned to continue searching the contents of the cabinet.

Suddenly, the sedan chair, which was so jolted that people's internal organs were dislocated, came to a stop without warning.

Sheng's heart shuddered, and the alarm bells rang in his mind.

There seemed to be a wind blowing outside the window.

The sound of the wind was like the sound of a thick horn on an ancient battlefield, and after it was condensed into substance, it knocked on the sedan chair dully, "Boom, boom, boom" again and again, and then fell silent again.

For a long while, only the sound of the whistling wind remained in my ears.

But before Shengkai could breathe a sigh of relief, the sound of the wind suddenly raised its tone, like thousands of whistles blowing at the same time, blasting sharply in Shengkai's ears.

For a moment, Shengkai thought that her eardrum was ruptured.

He cursed in a low voice, but he didn't dare to be careless. Amidst the noise like an earth crashing, he saw a red thread flying out of the window, like an arrow off the string, shooting straight at Blooming's head. .

In desperation, Shengkai could only fall backwards, but she supported her body steadily with the strength of her waist.

I saw that the end of the red thread was directly nailed into the wall of the sedan chair, firmly inserted into it, and the handkerchief that was thrown out just now was still held in its head.

The red thread should have been soft, but now it was inserted into the satin like a knife, and the white handkerchief still seemed to be bleeding.

Shengkai thought for two seconds, then pulled the red thread out with a pearl hairpin.

As soon as the red line landed, it returned to normal, and a sentence was written in red ink on the handkerchief that was as white as paper before.

"Husband rituals must be based on the sky, delicacies on the earth, and rank among ghosts and gods."

bloom:

"WTF?"

He is really not good at translating this kind of literary ancient Chinese, blooming thought, could it be that the scene this time is located in ancient times?

As soon as this idea came up, Shengkai unconsciously thought that the year 2019 in the Galaxy Era should be regarded as an ancient time for Wen Renxiao.

How about an article?

The future looks at the present, and especially the present looks at the past.

Time is the great enemy of human beings.

Perhaps in the era when Wen Renxiao lived, time could be visualized, just like ants struggling to survive on a flat piece of paper, and it was impossible to imagine the scene of walking to the opposite side of the paper.

Ants don't know that paper can be folded to form space, thus breaking down the barriers of dimensions.

And the hand that folded that piece of paper didn't know that a single movement of his hand was enough to affect the life of the ant.

In the same way, human beings will not understand who folded time into a ruler that can measure their own life.

Shengkai felt that his thinking suddenly became very strange, and this mysterious state appeared and disappeared from time to time, as if it was vaguely pointing him in a certain direction.

But before he had time to grasp the fragmentary picture in his mind, he was interrupted by another sudden jolt.

The sedan chair moved again.

This time it seemed to be much more stable than before, and it was no longer the same as before, almost spitting out in full bloom.

Shenghua leaned against the wall, thinking, where is this sedan chair going?

The space in the sedan chair has formed a secret room, what he needs to do now is to get out from here.

The only window that connects to the outside world is so small that you can't even stretch your arms out, so naturally it is impossible to start from there.

Blooming eyes turned around, and finally landed on the handkerchief.

Reluctantly relying on his own understanding, he pieced together a general meaning from this sentence.

The general direction should be about etiquette. The ancients admired heaven and earth and feared ghosts and gods. Those in power headed by the emperor would pin the prosperity of a country on heaven and earth ghosts and gods.

If it appears here...

The sedan chair, the strange water stains, and so many dowry items.

Could the original person in the sedan chair be a sacrifice at the ceremony?

Shengkai thinks of folklore, there is a saying that unmarried women are thrown into the river to sacrifice to the god of the river, and they can't help thinking of it at this time.

Perhaps it was the support of that familiarity, Shengkai has been subconsciously urging himself to crack the secret room as soon as possible, as if as long as the sedan chair stops again, something irreversible will happen.

The exit in the secret room must be concealed in a very conspicuous place when it is invisible to the naked eye.

In the entire sedan chair, the most conspicuous thing, apart from the tatami mats and the low cabinet, is the strange combination of wood on the top of the head.

Blooming straightened up and looked towards the roof.

After a while, Shengkai silently swears.

He recognized what it was.

Kong Mingsuo.

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