Urban Oddities: Soul Contract

Chapter No.17 Take it easy for a rest day

After the two came back, they slept in the dark, woke up in the evening, ate some food, connected to the Internet, and fell asleep again.

Huo Minghai was so energetic that he played the scenes in the tomb like a revolving lantern in his mind. Several little boys were pulling hooks in front of the murals. Huo Minghai thought he knew the leading little fat man, but he couldn't remember his name. Huo Minghai's memory became very blurred, Huo Minghai couldn't sleep, picked up his mobile phone to surf the Internet, and logged on to Weibo, which had not been posted for thousands of years, and found that he had added two new fans, one with a few hundred followers called Brother Shanzha, and the other with more than 20 followers It's called the handsome and unrestrained Jun, you don't need to guess who Brother Shanzha is. As for that Jun... Huo Minghai clicked in and took a look, ouch, isn't this the Jun who is sleeping next to him!

Brother Shanzha likes to repost some small games, but Du Jiajun's Weibo records some inexplicable information, like the latest one "Today we met again in a restaurant." Just a few words, thousands of reposts and Reply, click to open it, and the voices of all kinds of people together are getting louder and louder, "Don't be too low-key, handsome guy, let's take the initiative to support you." There are tens of thousands of likes, Huo Minghai is baffled, thinking that now Weibo I really don't understand what is popular.

After returning to fans respectively, Huo Minghai put away his mobile phone, his nose was itchy, and he sneezed uncontrollably, shaking the bed, probably waking Du Jiajun up, Huo Minghai felt that the other party turned over, and tucked him in the quilt Huo Minghai thought to himself that this kid is quite careful, and then the very careful kid leaned down and kissed him superficially on the face. When he raised his head, he found that Huo Minghai was staring at him. The very careful kid panicked at first After a while, he immediately regained his composure: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Huo Minghai was sweating profusely: "You... what are you doing?"

Confidently: "Check the wound."

Dazed: "...Huh?"

Touch the other person's forehead: "Does it still hurt?"

The place where it hit the wall was swollen and bruised.

Frowning: "It hurts."

"It won't hurt to kiss again."

Those who listen to you again are pigs!Huo Minghai shrank into the bed and ignored him. After a long while, he suddenly remembered something, and said angrily: "The wound is on the forehead, why... did that go to my face?!"

"Wrong place."

"..."

"How about I give you another one?"

Huo Minghai gave him a blank look, pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself tightly from head to toe until the sun was up, Huo Minghai came out of the quilt with a chicken coop on his head, Du Jiajun's place was empty, touched, coldly, Apparently been away for a long time.

Before the alarm clock rang, Huo Minghai continued to sleep. When he was full of sleep, he took out his cell phone from under the pillow and took a look, and immediately gasped.

When Du Jiajun came out of the kitchen with Laohuo soup, he saw someone rushing into the bathroom in a mess, washing up, picking up his backpack and leaving, Du Jiajun hurriedly stopped him.

"collar."

Facing the mirror, he turned up his collar and started to walk.

"Pants."

Looking down, the belt is buckled, but the trouser chain is wide open, and he is about to walk when he pulls it up.

"hair."

After flicking and pulling a few times, Huo Minghai suddenly noticed something, stopped his movements, and stared at Du Jiajun, who couldn't stand up straight from laughing, with a puzzled face.

"Hey, why are you still here?"

Du Jiajun wiped away tears: "Why can't I be here?"

"Late for work!"

Du Jiajun pointed to the wall calendar: "Today is off."

Subconsciously, he should go to work the next day after rest, but yesterday he was specially approved to take an extra day off. Huo Minghai got confused, Chu Gan was going to feed his sword body with soy milk in the bathroom, Du Jiajun was watching the news on his mobile phone, and Huo Minghai was confused. Ming Hai also imitated him and took out his mobile phone to surf the Internet, clicked on it, and entered Weibo. The message posted by the handsome Jun early in the morning was particularly conspicuous:

"Happy o(≧v≦)o"

In just a few words, there were [-] retweets, and there was an upward trend, and the message broke through the [-] mark.

Huo Minghai thought for a while, and left a message: What are you happy about (⊙v⊙)?

The handsome Jun immediately forwarded this message: What do you think?

In just a few minutes, the comment reposted by the handsome Jun was reposted again. Fans guessed it was a holiday?Salary increase?Pushed down?Have you eaten tofu?The revolution has taken its first step? ...

All the replies are unreliable at all!

"Hey, what good happened?" Huo Minghai asked directly.

Du Jiajun smiled without saying a word.

Huo Minghai: "Cut!"

Looking at his Weibo again, Huo Minghai was taken aback. The number of fans rose from a few to hundreds in an instant. His Weibo was empty, with only a few system messages about receiving medals. Many, Du Jiajun's influence is really extraordinary, it has become a free advertisement!Huo Minghai felt that he had taken a big advantage, thought for a moment, and left a message to tease: Could it be that someone became a fan of you and you are so happy? (wretched face)

Du Jiajun immediately reposted this message without saying anything, and only gave it a thumbs up.

This repost was reposted N times again, and the fans' comments were so beautiful that Huo Minghai couldn't look directly at them.

"Hurry up, it's getting cold." Du Jiajun put down his phone and buried himself in the soup, with a faint blush on his face.

Bang bang bang, the door slammed untimely.

Huo Minghai hurriedly fled to open the door, a dark figure blocked the door, and the eight shiny eyes reflected the petrified Huo Minghai...

A few minutes later, the big spider was lying on the air conditioner to blow the air, and the package it brought was placed on the table, which contained a bag of cloud cakes, a large bottle of loose osmanthus wine and a dusty branch.

"Could this branch be..." Huo Minghai recalled the murals in the tomb. General Chen was holding a branch like that!

I didn't expect it to be a crystal!

Huo Minghai held it and looked through the sunlight. There were blood vessels distributed inside, three major arteries, small blood vessels and capillaries extending out layer by layer. If you gave it a little blood, Huo Minghai really doubted whether it would come back to life.

Looking at the incision again, it is smooth and complete, without holes, and the openings of the blood vessels are sealed. Is it artificially carved, or is it natural?Huo Minghai decided to ask, opened his mouth, and was stared at by the big spider's eight eyes, Huo Minghai swallowed the words back again.

"It can't talk, and it's useless to ask." When it comes, it's the guests. Du Jiajun pats the sofa and asks the guests to sit down. The big spider ignores him, and seems to enjoy being stuck in the air conditioner. Chu Gan will hug his sword body When he came out and saw such a big thing lying on the air conditioner, he let go of his hand in fright, and smashed his sword to the ground with a clang, Chu Ganjiang immediately grinned in pain, picked up the sword, and stared at it vigilantly: "Hey! What are you doing here?!"

The big spider rubbed its paws, quietly.

Ding-dong-

When the doorbell rang, Chu Ganjiang leaned over to look at the cat's eye, his expression changed immediately, he opened the door, and called brother happily.

Chu Moxie was still dressed in the same suit, suit and tie, and looked like an urban white-collar worker. He pushed his glasses and passed a letter with no expression on his face.

"Curator Yun's letter, Zhu Lang left in a hurry and forgot to bring it."

If the big spider can roll his eyes, I really want to give him eight rolls of eyes. Don't mention it as running errands. It's obviously you who withheld the letter, okay? If you want to see your brother, just say it!

Curator Yun wrote vigorous calligraphy, Huo Minghai stared straight at him, studied each word, and exclaimed: "This handwriting is simply the standard of a calligrapher!"

Sighing is sighing, serious things still have to be done, Huo Minghai sat in front of the computer and began to search for information about Fusang, before General Chen disappeared, he mentioned that Huo Minghai fainted in the tomb, and he was still muttering about branches and branches, Yunguan After listening for a long time, he knew that there might be such a chance, so he quickly sent Zhu Lang to deliver something, but Chu Moxie couldn't sit still, and ran over after finding a reason. In the living room, the eight eyes of the big spider were shining brightly. He glanced at General Chu and then at Chu Moxie, making the two brothers restless, Chu Moxie made a decisive decision, and took his younger brother to the movies.

Huo Minghai hit enter, thinking that the secret of the mural painting that had troubled him for many years was about to be revealed, his little heart jumped with excitement.

"Hibiscus... generally planted in South China... leaves like mulberry leaves, trumpet-shaped flowers... large evergreen shrubs or small trees..."

Huh?

The web page is pulled down, red flowers and green leaves, and there are pictures? !

"The keyword search was wrong." Du Jiajun changed a few words, and finally found a bunch.

Hibiscus tree is a big tree in ancient mythology, with a height of [-] feet and a circumference of more than [-]. It is said that ten suns rose from the tree, so there is a record that the sun god's family drove up from the tree. "Xuanzhong Ji" records: "The tallest in the world, the Fusang has no branches and trees, goes up to the sky, twists and bends down, and leads to three springs." Popularly speaking, this tree is so big that it goes up to the sky and enters the earth, and it has become a tree. When Huo Minghai saw this, he thought of a foreign fairy tale. The farmer planted a pea, and the bean grew wildly, leading to the sky. The farmer climbed up the pea and saw the kingdom of heaven.And there is also a scene in Super Mario, a big vine emerges from the bricks, climbs up, and reaches the game interface of the sky and clouds.

Fusang not only connects the space, but also is very heat-resistant. When the sun rises from the tree, one sun is hot enough, and ten suns are unimaginable. So there is a story about Hou Yi shooting down nine suns, saving the world. the earth.

Regarding the place where Hou Yi shot the sun, some wrote about the top of Kunlun Mountain, and some wrote about it on the hibiscus tree, and the version on the hibiscus tree has incredible information behind it.

"Standing on a tree and shooting the sun, and then stepping on it, cut off the connection of several worlds?" Du Jiajun repeated it several times, and met Huo Minghai face to face. This scene is too hard to imagine. If Houyi is a normal person If you are standing on a giant tree, how can you break the tree?

Huo Minghai broke off the branches vigorously, poked them with a knife, roasted them on the fire, soaked them in water, and the result...

Hey, myths are myths.

The intact branches are placed next to the display, which is quite beautiful as a decoration.

Du Jiajun seemed to have thought of something, and asked Huo Minghai, "What do you think about Hou Yi's shooting of the sun?"

Huo Minghai thought for a while and said, "Hou Yi is brave and good at archery. He became famous for shooting the sun. He is an ancient hero."

Du Jiajun nodded, dragged the mouse, and pointed to a line of words: "Ten suns did not exist in the first place. Look at this paragraph: In ancient times, one year, ten suns suddenly appeared in the sky, and the earth was dry and the mountains and rivers dried up, which alarmed Hou Yi. Then the question Come on, how did these ten suns appear?"

Huo Minghai blinked: "Is this important?"

Du Jiajun picked up the branch and said: "Fusang, it is said that the place where the sun rises. If this branch is Fusang, then Fusang is a huge crystal tree. The formation of crystals must have corresponding hydrothermal fluid, and there must be a very high temperature. Temperature and atmospheric pressure, let's change our thinking, if the ten suns do not refer to the sun, but generally refer to brightness and temperature..."

Du Jiajun deliberately didn't finish, waiting for Huo Minghai to figure it out.

Huo Minghai was at a loss for a while. Where Fusang appeared, there was a brightness and temperature of ten suns?So what happened?

Thinking about it, something seemed to flash through his mind, and a terrible thought gradually took shape, Huo Minghai shook his head mockingly: "Impossible...Impossible..."

A web page of a three-legged golden crow was clicked on the screen. The pitch-black crow has three legs and the sun is in the background.

The three-legged Jinwu is the son of the Sun Goddess and the incarnation of the Sun Spirit.

but……

Under the pattern of the three-legged golden crow, there are several photos taken by people from all over the world, but the things in the pictures are similar.

In the sun, the ship appears pitch black due to the backlight.

Below the ship, three brackets protruded.

"Perhaps a group of aliens came in ancient times. I don't know what happened. The ship crashed and exploded, producing a lot of light and heat. Therefore, there are records of ten suns in mythology. Where the explosion happened, the high temperature and high pressure A huge crystal tree was formed in the environment..."

Du Jiajun's fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard, organizing the collected information together.

Huo Minghai was stunned by this terrible conclusion, after thinking about it for a while, he asked dumbly: "Then...couldn't Hou Yi become an ancient firefighter?"

Du Jiajun was amused by him, and nodded again and again: "What a metaphor!"

"Hou Yi is also really good, he put out the fire by himself."

"What if Hou Yi is not human?"

Huo Minghai's brain exploded: "What do you mean?"

Du Jiajun raised his eyebrows: "What do you think?"

Log in to the mailbox and send the document to Curator Yun's mailbox.

Although Curator Yun didn’t say it clearly, he only deliberately left a series of mailboxes in the letter, saying that he can write to him at any time if there is something to do, but in fact the whole letter is full of “What do you think about Fusang, tell me quickly "Tell me", Huo Minghai was sucked away by the calligraphy, but Du Jiajun was careful and guessed what Director Yun was thinking.

Curator Yun is probably guarding over there, and once the email is sent, he will reply soon: Damn!This conclusion is too subversive, isn't this the plot of a science fiction novel!Are you a fan of science fiction? !

Du Jiajun wrote back: The curator actually found out, the curator is indeed the curator, Xiaosheng admires it. (kneeling expression)

Director Yun: (*/ω＼*)

After Du Jiajun finished his work, he stood up: "Your thighs are really hard, bad review!"

Huo Minghai, who was sitting on his lap, looked down, good guy, your pants have become pickles, how dare you give a bad review? !

"You...you, you..." Thinking of being used as a chair by someone for a long time, Huo Minghai, whose legs were so numb that he couldn't stand up, couldn't breathe, and his face turned red. Who can be blamed?Patronizing to watch other people typing and solving puzzles, I forgot my own situation!

Du Jiajun sat by the bed and patted his thigh: "Come on, I'll sit for you, we're even."

Huo Minghai blushed and opened the document, deliberately ignoring a certain joke.

A certain funnyman sold it enthusiastically: "I have meat on my legs."

"I have it too!" Huo Minghai touched his thigh secretly. It's a little thinner, but it's pretty strong anyway!

A funny guy: "Mine is more comfortable than yours, try it if you don't believe me?"

Huo Minghai ignored him and studied the pictures of the three-legged golden crow. Du Jiajun played with his mobile phone. He knew that Huo Minghai would soon have something to say. Sure enough, Huo Minghai said to the screen: "It is impossible for ancient times to have cameras. ? Does the photo taken here match the three-legged Golden Crow?"

Du Jiajun pretended not to hear.

Huo Minghai: "Cut."

Du Jiajun: "Who are you talking to?"

Huo Minghai: "The screen."

Du Jiajun: "Oh."

Huo Minghai silently watched a funny guy lying behind the screen, and said in a strange voice: "Isn't it often written in science fiction novels, interstellar voyages are calculated in light years, and their advance troops came here in ancient times. When the latter came, there was a time difference."

"Are they invading Earth?"

"If it invades, the earth will be over."

"Then you mean..."

"What do you say?"

Huo Minghai snorted: "Screen, screen, you've read too many science fiction novels!"

A funny comparison: "Yeah, I've been with the handsome Du Jiajun for a long time, and I've become more cultured before I know it."

Huo Minghai: "...you are enough."

Mo Xie and Gan Jiang played until the sun was setting and they were reluctant to come back. Chu Moxie left a box of Deluxe for his younger brother, and the younger brother held his elder brother's hand longingly.

"Let's go, I'll see you another day." Chu Moxie patted his younger brother's head, and looked up at the big spider.

The big spider is spinning silk and busy building a nest.

"It... it won't go away?" Huo Minghai's scalp was numb.

Chu Moxie greeted: "Hey, let's go together?"

The big spider ignored him.

Yesterday, the first thing the big spider did after waking up was to find its owner. It ran all over the museum, but only found the owner's spear and wine cup. Finally, it found the owner's new tomb in the woods. After several inductions, the big spider finally accepted a fact.

The master has disappeared.

When Curator Yun found it, the big spider's teardrops wet the ground, lying on the ground and letting Curator Yun drag and drag it, but refused to leave. A rogue who stays here unless he leaves.

Curator Yun sighed, treated it like a big leather ball, and rolled it out of the exhibition room...

Thinking of the master, the big spider burst into tears again, Chu Moxie also understood the feeling of seeing things and thinking about others, the big spider is here as well, just treat it as a relaxation and a vacation.

The big spider wove a piece of white yarn quickly, and the white yarn continued to be produced. Huo Minghai watched it for a while, curious: "Is this weaving a scarf?"

General Chu: "A towel?"

Du Jiajun: "Quilt?"

Facts have proved that Du Jiajun, who is very educated, guessed the closest to the truth. The big spider crawled back and forth on sections of white yarn, connecting the white yarn into one piece, like a velvet quilt. It was satisfied and crawled to the air conditioner. For rest, Du Jiajun took a sneak peek, good stuff, strong and breathable!Immediately, he brought a roll of thin blanket into the bedroom. The big spider was helpless, and soon wove another one, which was taken away by Chu Gan and used as a quilt. It was not until the third one was woven that the big spider learned to be smart and formed a group. The ball is pressed on the thin blanket, hum, let's see who dares to take it this time!

In the bedroom, Du Jiajun turned on his computer to watch a movie, and Huo Minghai was still searching for information about Fusang, hoping to find the records of the murals.

"Ming Hai." Du Jiajun, who was watching a movie with headphones on, said suddenly, "Do you still remember where you saw that mural?"

Huo Minghai replied without thinking: "Construction site."

"The one that worships the big tree."

Huo Minghai was surprised, he had never told anyone, how did Du Jiajun know?

"You kept talking when you were unconscious." Du Jiajun turned to look at him.

"Oh...it's just a dream." Huo Minghai had no choice but to admit.

"Is it really a dream?"

"..." Huo Minghai met Du Jiajun's eyes.

Du Jiajun was serious, not joking at all.

At this time, Huo Minghai's cell phone rang.

It's my mother calling...

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