Yokai University

Although Liu Wenchuan is old, he handles things quickly, and he promised Wei Yan to do things immediately.The two hailed a taxi from the side of the road and headed towards the mountain forest on the edge of Qiu City.When they reached the nearest place to the archaeological site, the two got out of the car.Liu Wenchuan's skills are not at all like his 60-year-old appearance. When he walked up the mountain road, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he climbed up with a whoosh.

When they arrived at the entrance of the cave, two young men were sitting outside. When they saw Liu Wenchuan coming, they immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Teacher Liu, why are you here? Tell me earlier, we will go down to pick you up."

Liu Wenchuan waved his hand, pointed to Wei Yan beside him and said, "Bring a student to see the scene. How is the situation today?"

They had thought of many ways to get this bit of rock painting down, but all had little effect.A small piece of fragmentary volume is so helpless, two staff members of the history museum are left here, fighting against the remnants of autumn mosquitoes in the forest every day, while thinking about whether there is anything other than digging out the whole rock Method.

The two stayed here for almost a week, the air inside was poor, and they were worried that the carbon dioxide they breathed would affect the rock murals, so they sat outside with wide-eyed eyes every day, and then directly advanced to read novels here Write a report.Well, I really can't think of a way.

The two shook their heads, looking depressed.One couldn't bear it anymore and said, "If it doesn't work, let's pry it off together. If we stay any longer, we will become savages in the mountains. There is no mobile phone signal here."

Liu Wenchuan smiled and patted the shoulders of the two of them, "Soon." After speaking, he led Wei Yan into the cave.

The two young men looked at each other, what is it? Is it because I am about to be freed or I am about to become a savage? Liu Wenchuan entered the cave, walked to a corner, turned on the explosion-proof flashlight and took a picture on the wall.This photo didn't matter, he was stunned, and took two quick steps to get the closest to the rock mural, and swallowed dryly.He turned his head to look at Wei Yan, with a shocked expression on his face, "My nephew is gone."

As he said, on the only remaining corner of the rock mural, the nephew who had half-protruded from the cave disappeared, leaving only a bare soil slope, which looked like it was crushed by some external force Understand.

Wei Yan saw it earlier than him, but he didn't have such an excited expression. He probably guessed it when he heard the chirping of the birds in the zoo that day.

Wei Yan went up, stretched out his hand to grab, and the small piece of residual painting was torn off the rock wall by him like a piece of paper.Wei Yan shook the thing in his hand, and passed it to Liu Wenchuan, "It's not a rock mural, but a simple picture scroll, which was sealed on the wall."

Liu Wenchuan received the small picture scroll, looked it upside down several times, and confirmed that his nephew was really missing, then asked tremblingly, "Could it be that the nephew in the painting has become real? let's get out"

Wei Yan said, "It was originally true."

Holding the painting in his hands, Liu Wenchuan rushed out of the cave, and asked the two young people outside, "Have you seen the painting these two days?"

The two young men saw what he was holding in their hands, and said in surprise, "Mr. Liu, you have a way. How did you get it off? It's so light and fluffy, like a piece of cloth, we even thought it was a rock painting."

They glanced at it, and then their faces changed greatly, "Where's the nephew up here?"

Liu Wenchuan stomped his feet, and said angrily, "I'm asking you, the nephew up here, when did you disappear?"

The laziness of the two was discovered, with wry smiles on their faces, one of them scratched his head and said, "Teacher, it was still there when I came, and we didn't go in to take a closer look. Maybe it was in contact with the outside air, the color Lost."

Liu Wenchuan gasped in a "hissy" breath, and turned to look at Wei Yan, "What, what should I do?"

The two young people also glanced at Wei Yan, wondering why Professor Liu, who had always been highly respected, asked the student beside him for advice.

Wei Yan shook his head, "Let's go back and talk about it first."

Liu Wenchuan pointed to the two young men, "You guys are lazy"

Wei Yan and Liu Wenchuan went down the mountain road. The taxi was still waiting there with the watch on. Seeing the old and the young came back, they joked, "Is there any gain from climbing the mountain so quickly?"

Liu Wenchuan pretended to have a problem in his heart and didn't answer.It was Wei Yan who replied, "The harvest is not small."

"There are a lot of people climbing the mountain recently. I saw a person climbing the mountain just now. Oh yes." The driver took out a folded white paper from the co-pilot and handed it to Wei Yan, "That person said I'm looking for you two, I'm afraid I might miss it on the mountain road, so let me give this to you."

Wei Yan took the picture and unfolded it suddenly. It was a copy, and the content on it was exactly the picture with a corner missing.The hills and hills in the picture are undulating and continuous, laid out with colors, and large areas of golden yellow in different shades, showing a hilly landform.In the five directions of this picture, except for the corner where the nephew is missing, the cave has been destroyed in the rest of the place.

Liu Wenchuan placed the incomplete painting in his hand on it, which happened to be gentle.He froze for a moment, and quickly asked the driver, "What kind of person is he?"

The driver stepped on the accelerator and replied, "It's a middle-aged man, about thirty years old, he looks like an opera singer. He also asked me to say something."

Liu Wenchuan asked "what?"

The driver glanced at them from the rearview mirror, "He said it was for the young one, and he said it had been a long time, and he was going to visit his old friend."

"Old man" Wei Yan frowned, and suddenly slammed on the car door, "Stop."

The driver was taken aback, "Is there something I forgot?"

As soon as the car stopped, Wei Yan opened the door and said to Liu Wenchuan, "I will contact you later, you go back first."

With a bang, the car door closed. The driver looked at Liu Wenchuan and asked, "Then let's go."

Holding the residual painting in one hand and copy paper in the other, Liu Wenchuan blinked, "Well, let's go first."

The first-year freshmen of Lingze Comprehensive University stood in twos and threes outside the gate of the hot spring villa, waiting for the bus to come.Tang Xiao was called by Xiao Hei to go get things, and Zhong Ling stood alone under the persimmon tree, kicking the stones under his feet one after another.

Qiushi's autumn sky is high and the clouds are light, without the continuous gentle sea breeze of Cangshi, it has a bit more chilling and crisp taste.The villa is outside the city, and there are few tourists. It looks like a wild crane in the clouds, but it looks like the residence of an outsider.

He looked down at his phone again, but there was no news.Zhong Ling exhaled slowly, raised his hand suddenly, and wiped the corner of his mouth vigorously.

There was a pair of black casual leather shoes in front of him. He walked up to him and stopped.Zhong Ling raised his head. He was a strange middle-aged man. His hair was combed back in an orderly manner. He didn't know if he used hairspray or something else. The wind blew and his hair didn't move.The facial features are upright, with single eyelids, and the tails of the eyes are raised upwards. It has the feeling of a singer, as if he can sing with a single mouth.

Zhong Ling thought he was going into the villa, so he stepped aside, but the man didn't move, just looking at him like that.After a while, just when Zhong Ling felt a little embarrassed, the man suddenly started to say "Autumn Outing"

Zhong Ling let out a "hmm" and didn't know what he was going to do.

The man smiled, and there were faint lines at the end of his eyes. He sat on the stone steps beside him, and patted himself on the side quite familiarly, "Sit and chat."

Zhong Ling frowned, who is it?

The man said "oh", took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a 100 yuan card and handed it to Zhong Ling, "I'm in a good mood, chat with me about 100 yuan."

Zhong Ling glanced at the 100 yuan, then at the smiling middle-aged man, struggled a bit, sat next to him, with a little distance away, and said, "Forget about the money, we can't talk about it anyway." It's been too long, our school bus will be here soon."

The middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, lit it, and took a slow puff, "Are you still happy?"

Zhong Ling glanced at him again, "You know me"

The middle-aged man exhaled the cigarette, and the white smoke scattered away, a bit choking. "Isn't this acquaintance? Are you happy recently?"

Thinking of Wei Yan, Zhong Ling moved his mouth, "It's okay."

The middle-aged man nodded, "Just be happy, and there will be happier things in the future." He looked up at the sky, and said in a relaxed tone, "How does it feel to be a human?"

Zhong Ling stood up, patted the ashes on his pants, and said, "I'm afraid we two are not suitable for chatting, your content is too profound."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You were not like this before, you could chat about everything."

When he said this, Zhong Ling felt that this person was probably a psychopath, and suddenly grabbed him by the side of the road and wanted to chat about 100 yuan, and then he talked in a mess, and didn't know what to say.

Just as Zhong Ling took two steps to the side, he heard the middle-aged man behind him say, "The feeling of forgetting everything, what kind of life can you live the life you like again?"

Zhong Ling turned around and asked him, "What on earth are you trying to say?" Could it be some kind of deceptive demon extermination? Why is this organization everywhere? The man stood up and walked in front of him, "Look at me carefully, don't you?" Do you recognize me?"

Zhong Ling looked at the man in front of him. The face that was not bad at first was quickly distorted in his eyes at this moment, and it subtly merged with the face in the black mist in his dream when he was a child.The man's mouth opened and closed, as if the black mist was roaring something.

Zhong Ling took a step back. After a long time, he swallowed his saliva before asking, "Who are you?" Even he didn't realize it, his voice was dry and hoarse.

The man smiled, and his face returned to its previous appearance, but in Zhong Ling's eyes, although this face was smiling, it revealed a gloomy and depressed face, and the childhood nightmare was provoked, which made him even more terrified.The man walked up to him, bowed his head and said, "Happy things are yet to come."