The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Shen Feishan didn't care what Shen Lianxing was thinking.

Satisfied when he had finished experimenting with his new invention, he turned and dug out a long-handled pliers from the pile of rags lying beside the table.

The old man clamped the 'automatic walnut machine' from a distance, and lifted it together with the messy chain on the table.

The hand is very sensitive, and whenever the trapdoor is bumped, it will struggle violently as if alive.The five fingers clenched and loosened desperately, making the pliers head creaking, reminiscent of the tragic fate of the walnut before.

Shen Feishan acted as if he hadn't heard the movement, and deftly put the pliers on his shoulder, turned his head and said to the two of them, "Okay, what are you looking for me for today? Do you want to buy something?"

"I won't buy today." Shen Lianxing looked away from his still struggling hand, "I have something to discuss with you."

Shen Feishan: "Well..."

He glanced at Shen Lianxing inexplicably, shrugged, said nothing, turned around, and walked around to the front of the small building with the pliers on his shoulders.

The two followed him, seeing him push the wooden hand deep into the grass, they still didn't forget to turn around and tell: "Be careful when you go out, don't step on this place, or I won't care if I get hurt."

Yan Jinping had a delicate expression, and asked softly with a sense of awe: "Aren't you a walnut picker automatically? Why did you put it here again?"

What is the 'automatic walnut machine' doing in the grass?

Shen Feishan waved his hand quite nonchalantly, and explained: "Hey, it's been cold recently, and there are always weasels or other animals on the mountain to steal my chickens—it's fine to steal chickens, and I won't eat them if I kill them one by one, I'm so mad. I'll put a trap and see if I can hold it."

——Well, it turned out that he also admitted that this thing is a large automatic clip.

I feel sorry for the walnut who died unjustly.

After Shen Feishan finished what he wanted to do, he threw the pliers to the side very recklessly, and opened the door of the small building with his hands back: "Come in, let's talk when you have something to do - you don't need to close the door when you come in."

He took the lead and walked to the door.

Inside the door hung a wall full of masks.

It is not necessarily true that they are masks, because they do not leave room for people to wear them, and the eyes are also inlaid with things. The details of the face are carved very realistically, and there are gaps on the face. Can freely move and control expressions.

It's just that no one is going to control them now, and all the masks are indifferent.As several people walked by, the eyes on their faces turned silently following the movement of the people walking. Because the faces were all like living people, the visual effect was very horrifying.

The small building itself is not big, and the interior space is even narrower. The corridors are very narrow, and the sides are full of sundries.

Shen Feishan is old and doesn't like throwing things away. He looks at everything and thinks that this thing will be useful in the future, so he keeps it all in the house, piled here and there, strange and weird, and has never been suspicious. To the tightly sealed box, and the blueprint, a large one, laid directly on the ground, like a carpet.

Yan Jinping lowered his head and took a look. He didn't quite understand it, but he could barely make out the shape of a frog with a propeller on its head.

The concept image looks like a frog flying in the sky.

Yan Jinping: ...

He had learned quickly not to comment on such things.

Shen Lianxing walked last, because Shen Feishan had specifically asked him not to close the door before, so he ignored it, guessing that the space in the building was cramped, and Shen Feishan might be trying to ventilate the small building.

As a result, just a few steps forward, there was the sound of something rolling behind them, followed by a loud 'bang', as if something rolled over their heads and hit the door.

Yan Jinping had the quickest reaction. He subconsciously turned his head to look, while reaching out to touch the handle of the knife. After seeing clearly what happened, he fell into a suspicious silence.

After a pause, he said, "Boss, the door of your house..."

...as if a stone had been thrown through it.

The gate of the small building is made of wood, and there is a sloping track connected to the top. A large round stone was originally placed at the end far from the gate, but it was blocked by an obstacle.

The obstacle itself was connected to a long pole, once the door was opened, it would automatically roll off the track and hit Shen Feishan's door directly.

Yan Jinping had lived for so many years, and this was the first time he encountered such a thing, and he simply didn't know what tone to use to face Shen Feishan.

——This was obviously done by Shen Feishan himself, but there is no one in this world who puts stones on the roof of the house. What is this doing?

"Oh, never mind it."

Shen Feishan had expected it a long time ago, and introduced it triumphantly: "That is the automatic door closing machine I designed - it can only be used once, and the opportunity is precious, so since I installed it there, it has been more than ten days since I went back. home."

"If you didn't come, I plan to come back in two days to see the situation."

He looked back and saw the round stone the size of a washbasin embedded in the wooden door. He was immediately happy, and said happily, "Sure enough, it's not what I expected. Look, isn't it very effective!"

The effect is really good, once and for all, he won't need to close this door again in his life.

Yan Jinping: "Ah, haha..."

The sound was as dry as tumbleweeds in the desert.

Rao Boss Yan, who has been exquisite all his life, was shocked one after another, so he had no choice but to make such meaningless noises.

Shen Lianxing: "..."

He didn't even bother to say anything.

Shen Feishan continued to walk forward, Yan Jinping slowed down and came to Shen Lianxing's side, lowered his voice and said to him: "The last time I saw this kind of thing, it's not called an automatic door closer."

It has a very succinct and clear name, called 'the natural stone used to seal the tomb'.

He paused, looked at Shen Feishan's back, and said, "Are you sure this person can do it?"

Whether it's his 'automatic walnut clamper' or this one-off 'automatic door closer', they seem to have no technical content, and they are difficult to use. No matter how you look at it, they are not reliable.

What kind of relationship can such an old man have with Fei Que?

"Not very good." Shen Lianxing said, "but only he can do it."

Yan Jinping looked at Shen Feishan's optimistic back, perhaps because the 'automatic door closer' was in effect, he was quite happy, and walked forward happily. There were few windows in the house, and the brightest thing was his bald head.

No matter from which angle you look at it, you can't see where "only he can do it".

All right, Shen Lianxing is an expert in this area, so listen to him.

Yan Jinping silently closed his mouth.

Shen Feishan didn't hear the two of them muttering at all, and led the two of them into the depths of the small building, through the corridors, and climbed the stairs one after another.

The hallway was full of stacked cabinets, some locked, some half-open, stuffed to the brim, some neatly arranged with knives and chisels, and some ready-made parts, look No use.

Occasionally, some of the boxes contained very strange things. Yan Jinping even saw a drawer of eyeballs of different sizes—wooden, copper, and glazed, similar to the ones on the mask at the door, which should be for that purpose.

The inside and outside of this house are completely torn apart. The outside appearance is enough to make bones and bones. Unexpectedly, the inside is even more wild and uninhibited. The structure is very compact. There are many clocks hanging in places without cabinets. The shapes are different, and every word is not allowed. .

There is also a mask in the room, the face is still clear, and the eyes follow people silently.

It was cleaned very cleanly, with so many sundries, and not much dust accumulated.

"Pay attention to your feet." Shen Feishan urged without looking back, "A few floors are not very strong..."

It was too late for him to speak, and Yan Jinping looked around curiously, and had already stepped on a weak floor when he spoke.

The floor was just empty, and when he stepped on it, the piece of wood bounced away, and two sharp winds rushed towards his side, but fortunately, Yan Jinping reacted very quickly, and immediately turned his head, let it pass and flew towards him the cold glow.

There was an obvious sound of something piercing into the wall behind them.

"...There is something underneath." Shen Feishan had just finished the second half of the sentence at this time.

Yan Jinping glanced back.

The wall behind is made of wood, with nails nailed on it, and several beetles are hung. Half of the beetle's body is made of metal such as gears, but the other half is still their original shape. The armor wings shine like metal. Life and The machines are harmoniously intertwined, with a unique, cold aesthetic.

What flew over just now were two slender candlesticks.

The texture of the wooden wall was relatively soft, and the long thorn used to insert the candle on the candlestick was deeply embedded in the wall, and the lower end was still shaking, knocking off half of a beetle's wing.

Seeing the candlestick, Yan Jinping finally couldn't help asking Shen Feishan, "Is this a grocery store or a killer training camp?"

Why do you even have this kind of mechanism? What's the point of installing this thing in your own home?

Just to surprise guests who don't know the truth?

"cough."

Shen Feishan coughed heavily, and said to him from left and right: "Are you all right? As long as you're all right."

Yan Jinping said blankly, "Please explain."

Shen Feishan scratched the top of his head embarrassingly, and said in a low voice: "I put this in two months ago, and I just stuffed it in at that time, and there is still the spring I put in before..."

Once pressed and flicked, it became a great hidden weapon.

The old man himself felt guilty, his voice became softer and softer, and finally he whispered: "I'm sorry, I will clean them up in a while."

Yan Jinping: "...it's okay."

He understood, no wonder Shen Feishan wanted to open the store in such a place, it was not because of his eccentric personality, but because he was compassionate, afraid of accidentally killing innocent passers-by who accidentally broke in.

It seems unreasonable, but in fact it has great wisdom, which is admirable.

He also thought of the mysterious Shen Honghong, and found that the Shen family seemed to have one thing in common.

——The Shen family seems to be very talented in preventing theft of their homes.

The calm, self-possessed, well-informed Boss Yan finally had a deeper understanding of the diversity of mortals on this day.

It is also a long experience.

The author says:

Shen Feishan: Hey, it's a direct-to-frog machine, and an automatic walnut-clamping machine.

Still Shen Feishan: Hey, close the door automatically!What a mediocre master inventor I am!

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This old man can't name it, if I were, I'd call this thing 'Grasp of the Undying' (not