【Bottle Evil】Naughty

This chapter officially shakes off the burden of foreshadowing on the first bright side, and begins to switch to No.1 title.

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They had seen the genealogy of some branches from Hong Kong in Yucun. During the holidays, the Zhang family from Hong Kong came to the inland to visit relatives, which was just a kind of talk after dinner.Wu Xie still remembered that the format of those genealogy writings, and even the design of the margins were the same as what I saw now.Moreover, the name on these papers is indeed Zhang.

"You said you found traces of the Zhang family's activities at the bottom of the valley, could it be..." Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling's eyes were heavy, and he motioned to enlarge the picture again.Under each inherited family bloodline, "Fujian Leicheng native" is clearly written.Thanks to the moisture-proof and insect-proof treatment during warehouse storage, these words have been preserved.

"Thunder City." Wu Xie muttered to himself.

Since the place name was directly written as Leicheng, Lei has an extraordinary meaning to people since then.It seems that there are not only "traces of activities" here, but also the place of birth, which is clearly written on the genealogy.

The fat man suggested an idea to see what was written in the earliest information in this genealogy.People always recognize their roots. In many genealogies, the reasons why their ancestors came here to spread branches and leaves are written, such as business or relegation.

Turning to the earliest content, I searched between the lines in the preface, and found that the reason for moving here was to "obey God's will".

Check again and again, you are right.The fat man relaxed a little, and said: "So casual? I don't think this Zhang family is the same family as my brother's Zhang family. There are so many household registrations in China, it may be a coincidence, not all Zhang families are named Telun Su."

The actions of Zhang Qiling's family must have a clear goal. Wu Xie has learned it a long time ago. This family is a character who sees through everything secretly and changes history, like a lone assassin in the dark.It is not in line with his style to follow God's will. Wu Xie and Fatty originally expected reasons such as "actively implementing the minutes of the meeting, and paying close attention to the work to seek truth and pragmatism".

The Zhang family themselves are "God's Will", where can other God's will come from?

"It should be my little brother's family." Wu Xie said: "These people have come to this strange place with their families, and there is Leicheng's genealogy. Even if it's not Milk Milk, it should be Bright Yogurt."

Unable to figure it out, the fat man sighed, "Did the girl post anything else?"

The news from Hangzhou Eleven Warehouse ends here. After Bai Haotian sent the scanned copy, there is no other information.

Wu Xie put down his phone, thought of the previous experience in a flash, slapped his thigh in shock, and said, "Did you see the length of those people's fingers just now?"

The fat man was taken aback, and said while thinking, "You suspect... wait, the first batch of headless ones had their right hands in a grasping position, so we didn't see how long the fingers were at all."

Afterwards, they fell into the black mist that they couldn't see clearly, and they didn't pay attention to this issue.If it weren't for Bai Haotian's live broadcast in Eleven Warehouse, they would not have linked these with the Zhang family.Wu Xie turned her head and said, "Brother, did you see it?"

Zhang Qiling was going to check at the time, but when the crisis suddenly occurred, he swung the "40-meter sword" to save Wu Xie. Later, he harvested a crop of "wheat" in the air, and he had no time to check.The fat man sighed regretfully and said, "We really don't have a long memory. If we had checked our fingers at that time, this question wouldn't be hanging in my mind now, and it made me panic."

Wu Xie didn't speak. Although he didn't check his fingers, after thinking about it, the identities of those headless and headed people should be Zhang's family. Could there be other coincidences?These two groups of people all died here, why?If it has something to do with the sound of thunder, but underground, even thunder cannot kill people.

Anyway, here we go.

Wu Xie looked up at the huge copper ball above his head, and said, "Let's study this chocolate ball."

Fatty didn't want to be a bag watcher this time, so he climbed up with them, and then stomped his feet, and there was a continuous echo from inside the copper ball. "Yo," he looked at the vast convex platform on the top of the dome, "this is the place for the concert of our Iron Triangle band."

The device was cast to fit perfectly, and the only connection with the outside world was at the waist of the ball.The side of the ball is a spiral pattern like a snail shell, and the chain digs in like a parasite.Other than that, there are no other gaps where you can attack.Wu Xie lay down, lowered her upper body slightly, stretched her arms downward, and barely touched the opening of the "snail shell".

The hole was only half the size of a fist, and Wu Xie tried to reach it, but he couldn't get inside, and his body almost slipped down instead.Zhang Qiling had quick eyes and quick hands, bent over and hugged him around the waist, like hugging a rabbit that was about to fall off the dining table, and dragged him back around his waist.

Wu Xie stood up, shook his head and said no, he couldn't go deep.Then he looked at the fat man and said helplessly, "Grandpa."

The fat man subconsciously covered his whole body, as if he was going to be robbed, "Grandpa has nothing to throw you."

Wu Xie felt a headache, thought for a while and said, "This lamp, can you always throw it away?"

So he threw the small lamp into the hole of the "snail shell" like throwing a stone.It must have bumped into something after it was thrown in, and there was a constant bang, until it slowed down to zero, and there was no sound at all.Wu Xie tried several times, and some of the noises lasted for a long time, while others stopped after a few clicks.

The inside is neither purely hollow nor completely solid.

The fat man stomped his feet again, and seemed to be able to hear voices coming from inside, "Can this ball be taken apart? There may be a big nut in this chocolate ball."

Wu Xie turned to look for Zhang Qiling. The man was no longer on the top of the ball, but at the other end far away, and was hanging on the chain below, hanging there as if playing with a ring. He didn't know what he was looking at.Wu Xie called him, Zhang Qiling raised his head, and said that he needed a rope ring now.

The lower hemisphere at the other end is fixed with a huge copper buckle, which needs to be pulled down to open like a shell.Wu Xie and the fat man returned to the ground, and the fat man took a strong nylon rope.They made a rope loop on a section of the rope. Standing on the ground, Wu Xie threw the loop upwards and said, "Brother, catch it!"

The fat man stepped on the remaining part of the rope and said casually, "Catch this hydrangea."

The "Hydrangea" was thrown up, and Zhang Qiling caught it firmly with one hand, and then threw the rope loop to the lock, which was quite secure.The rope was slanted in the air, connecting the ground and the lock, and was instantly straightened. Wu Xie and Fatty began to exert force like a tug-of-war.

The entire copper ball device swayed, and the chain was entangled so that it would not be misplaced.Zhang Qiling jumped down, stood at the front of the team, and joined the tug-of-war.The three of them worked together, and the lock finally broke open.After doing this several times, all the copper buttons were fixed.

There was a loud bang, like a knife prying open a shell seam, and the device opened from the middle.Due to its huge size, the lower hemisphere hit the ground heavily.The space here is not that big, the two hemispheres cannot be opened and closed 180 degrees, and the lower hemisphere can only be like an inclined ladder.

The three of them loosened the rope, wiped off their sweat, and went over to check the true structure of the ball.The walls of the ball are dazzling, the metal parts bite each other, densely packed with unevenness, at first glance one may think it is furniture eaten by termites.Moreover, the largest part is no larger than the size of a palm. With such a large copper ball, the entire inner wall is covered with countless small parts.

The iron chain protruding from the outside is intertwined with the internal parts and integrated.You can also see the lamp that Wu Xie threw in, stuck inside and shining brightly.

Zhang Qiling squatted down in front of the device, and Wu Xie bent down after him. In the lower hemisphere near the seam, he could see two lines of characters engraved in a correct manner-"Heaven gave me my thinking, God gave me my heart."

Even inside, these words are still rusty.The layout of the characters and the parts are just connected. This design is very ingenious. The only way to do this is to engrave the characters first and then install the parts. It seems that it was engraved when the device was manufactured.

Simplified Chinese characters, but the strokes of these characters have been like this for a long time, so nothing can be seen.Wu Xie called the fat man over, the fat man glanced at him, and said, "What did I say? It's probably for offering sacrifices to the heavens. How could the old Zhang family do this? This Zhang family is not Telunsu, not even Yili." , I’m afraid it’s Wang Zi.”

The word Tianshou has existed since ancient times: it is given by heaven.

Heaven grants imperial power, and heaven grants supernatural powers.In the past, when the regime changed, those people had to pretend to announce that it was God's will, otherwise they would not be convinced.In the period of ignorance, people were convinced of God.So later, even before the uprising, some people had to forge "miracles", which was equivalent to creating an authoritative certificate.

In Tibet, there is a concept of a god-given singer.A herdsman whose family was illiterate for three generations. Later, the herdsman had a fever and dreamed, and for some reason remembered Tibetan epics overnight.After waking up, he opened his mouth to read a large section of deeds, which he could recite backwards.Since then, he has embarked on the road of rap and singing, to promote the noble poems.

The phenomenon of God-given singing poets has appeared countless times. Many Tibetans claim that they were enlightened in their sleep. They have never learned anything in reality, but those poems are suddenly engraved in their minds.Such deeds are still reported today, but no explanation is mentioned, or in other words, there are only religious explanations.

God grants my thoughts and my heart, which is a new word.The heart is not the heart, but the mind and spirit. The weight of "thinking" and "heart" is much heavier than the weight of imperial power and knowledge.Thinking is a person's thoughts, which are abstract but very important. All the thoughts of "I" constitute the entire spiritual world of "I".

To put it bluntly, thinking is the voice that automatically appears in the mind of "I" at this time.

If you want to scold someone, "I'm so damn stupid" - when you curse secretly in your heart, the voice in your brain that says this sentence belongs to "my" own thoughts.Of course, life is not just cursing, eating, drinking and having fun, planning a life, and the thoughts that lead to these, when gathered together is "thinking".

From this point of view, it is unavoidable to wonder, can this thing be "given by heaven"?It's better to have a heaven-sent [-] million prize. The thoughts of "I" are of course "I" myself, not only thinking about problems, but even the voice that automatically sounds in my mind when I read words silently or write a diary belongs to "I" myself, which cannot be controlled by the outside world, and the outside world has no way Can control the thinking of "I".

How to understand the God-given I think, when it comes to this, I have to mention a theory: dichotomous mind.

The origin of human consciousness, to put it more vividly, refers to the fact that when ancient humans lived thousands of years ago, one half of the brain would hear the voice of the other half of the brain.In other words, uncivilized ancient humans believed that the voices in their minds belonged to "gods", and those thoughts, whether they popped up suddenly or were reasonable, were not "my" own.They follow this thought, as if being directed by someone else to act.

In the following thousands of years, society became more and more complex, self-awareness was gradually established, and the dichotomy finally disappeared.It is difficult for modern people to understand what a bifurcated mind is like, because everyone knows that I think, therefore I am. This is simply common sense. Even babies who cannot speak know that "I" wants to drink milk.

What does "I" want to do? What does "I" want to say?Today's "my" plan is entertainment and rest or serious work?

what do i want to doWhat do I want to say?Is my plan for today entertaining and resting or serious work?This is me.

However, the two lines of characters engraved here are very close to modern times, and the scanned copy of the family tree shows that the birth and death dates of several generations in Leicheng were only more than 100 years ago.

Just over 100 years ago, God gave me my thinking and my heart.Does this mean that, for Leicheng people, all the thoughts of "I", the voices that sound in "my" mind at every moment, are "given by God"?

Thinking about it in another way, this matter is equivalent to: I decided to open a shop by the West Lake, and this idea was given by God; when I chased after Changbai Mountain to find someone, the idea was also given by God; when I fought back in the sand sea, every step Strategies are all given by God; I took two people to Yucun to live a happy life, and this idea is still given by God.

I thought about it for a long time, thinking of the imperial power granted by heaven, thinking of the two-pointed mind, my thoughts couldn't stop at all.I said in my heart that this can't happen to me, and at the same time I accidentally fell into a strange circle-did I say the previous sentence just now?

Don't dare to think too much.If this is the case, the lives of these people in Leicheng would be miserable.They don't belong to themselves at all, not "me", not "you"... don't know what it is, they don't have the thought to think about what they are.

Such a person probably cannot call himself "I".They can't be called "you" by others.

The fat man saw that my expression was not right, so he pushed me with his elbow, "What? You think it's not Wangzai Milk, but Wahaha?"

I regained my composure and waved my hand, not in the mood to mess around with the fat man.Is what I just thought too exaggerated?People in Leicheng can't be a bunch of fools.I said to Poker Bottle: "Brother, are there any other words engraved on it?"