Star Architect

"Gah!"

Seeing someone approaching, the crow on the wall flew away with a defensive yell, dropped three black feathers, and put on a strange smile in the air.

Along the road, a few black feathers were supported by the dark gray asphalt road, which coincidentally became a kind of guidance. The feathers soon saw Qi Qiuran and the two, but Qi Qiuran didn't care about them.

"Do you have any way to find the destination? Now there is only a voice calling you to go there, and words appearing out of thin air in the notebook." Luo Pingxuan asked Qi Qiuran, also asking if he had any way.

Unknowingly, Luo Pingxuan walked several steps forward by himself, and suddenly found that Qi Qiuran hadn't followed, and when he remembered something, he suddenly realized "shua" and turned his head: "Aran."

"Nine mysteries of heaven and earth, several realms of Canghuang, the unity of heart and energy, there are orders from somewhere!"

In the dark night; amidst the dim street lamps, Qi Qiuran's ethereal voice came, and she suddenly took out a spiritual power detector and gestured a few times, and then took out a piece of white paper.

Luo Pingxuan realized something, turned aside to make way for Qi Qiuran, watched Qi Qiuran's movements, and observed the surrounding situation to ensure that no one disturbed her.

I really don't know how Qi Qiuran would know this set of things similar to "Pen Fairy", but there seems to be a certain explanation for this, Luo Pingxuan couldn't help guessing the reason, and was suddenly surprised by Qi Qiuran again.

I saw Qi Qiuran took out another thin and sturdy wooden board from his bag!

Is her bag a black hole? ?Where did such a large piece of wood come from?

Qi Qiuran spread paper on the wooden board, put the detector on the upper left corner of the wooden board, took out a small box, took out a carbon strip and put it on the paper.

After finishing this set of movements, Qi Qiuran calmly raised his head and asked Luo Pingxuan: "Do you believe in aura?"

Luo Pingxuan listened, and immediately smiled in relief: "Ha, Qi Field has a brother similar to him in the scientific world, called Magnetic Field. Your outfits must have something to do with Magnetic Field."

"Thank you for being smart."

"Are you complimenting me?"

Qi Qiuran didn't speak, Luo Pingxuan was about to talk to him again, suddenly remembered that what he said just now was in the middle, and continued: "Aran, the illusion of dry bones you saw earlier reminded me of the cemetery; and not long after, Then there was a voice calling you over."

"So, guess where you're going today may be related to the cemetery."

"Yeah, but... ah, my good sister, after remembering the first time I met a female ghost, I was suddenly a little worried that you would call out 'Taishang Laojun, hurry like a law'..."

"I really have nothing to do with Taoism."

"That's good." Luo Pingxuan and Qi Qiuran continued to walk, wondering if they could come up with something useful, and they came to the crossroads while talking.

On the quiet and somewhat treacherous dark street, the two of them had just arrived at the intersection where they hadn't even landed on their feet, when Luo Pingxuan yelled unexpectedly, causing people in the residential buildings within a few miles to look out. .

"Ha!? Did you just say ha?"

"You heard it right, 'Taishang Laojun, hurry up like a law'." Qi Qiuran said calmly.

"Didn't you say it has nothing to do with Taoism!?"

"I scare that little white dog in front." Qi Qiuran gave such an answer looking at the little dog that almost rushed forward and barked, but now shivering in the corner.

In rural areas, there is a belief and custom that says: black dogs ward off evil spirits, and white dogs lead the way for ghosts.Although this is indeed superstitious, people always say this, in fact, to comfort themselves.

"Looking at that dog's pitiful eyes, why do I feel like you are scaring me." Luo Pingxuan joked with fake anger. In fact, he wanted to say that Qi Qiuran was angry with himself, but he was really angry with this sister. Get angry.

"Let's go," Qi Qiuran looked at the pointer of the spiritual power detector and asked, "Do you remember where I said in the formula just now?"

"What order is there, I didn't understand a word."

"There is an order..." Qi Qiuran muttered the last password he said before, and when he raised his breath, he heard a voice with an echo: "The person who called me, point me to the way, and I will go ahead!"

"Hey, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..."

There was a strange sound coming from all directions, and it was hard to tell whether it was roaring or laughing, but when I listened carefully, it felt like construction.

The current ghosts and gods are really getting more and more nonsensical, Luo Pingxuan couldn't help complaining in his heart: Come if you come, and don't come if you don't come, what is the meaning of all these strange movements?

Luo Pingxuan, who was about to complain about it, suddenly found that Qi Qiuran beside him had disappeared, and panicked instantly: The godmother was still around just now, why did she suddenly disappear?

"Qi Qiuran!?" Luo Pingxuan tentatively called out.

"Ah." A strange answer came from his feet.

"Qi...Qiu Ran?" Luo Pingxuan asked again, looking around.

"Hmm." A very weird answer still came from very close, sounding very absent-minded.

Luo Pingxuan took a breath and wiped his forehead, followed the sound and looked to the right rear foot.

"I said, when did you squat down? Did you feel sick in your stomach? You're so scary at night, so scary! Do you care? I'll watch for you for a while..."

"Wait, I'm just tying a shoelace and packing my bag."

"You didn't forget to take the props, did you!?" Luo Pingxuan looked at Qi Qiuran with a tight heart.

"Props should not be forgotten."

"Don't you should, what's going on with this messy roar and laughter like construction; do you know any clues?"

"It's for sure that only the two of us can hear this sound." Qi Qiuran seemed to have noticed something, suddenly took out a cushion from his bag, and sat down cross-legged on the spot: "Some kind of green ink has begun to appear patterns on the paper, The hard traces are too thin, the environment is too dark, and you can’t see it when you stand so high.”

The calm words slowly came to his ears, Luo Pingxuan looked at all this with a blank expression on his face.

He didn't dare to think about anything else, at least the bottom of Qi Qiuran's bag was probably a black hole, but he was sure, after all, wooden boards and cushions were not cheap things, let alone.

Qi Qiuran took out two candles, one red and one white, and placed them in the upper right corner of the wooden board, and then took out a bag containing several boxes of matches, plus the original props, not to mention taking out so many things, it seemed that there was something in the bag .

With so many things, if there is no bag like a black hole, the average person will definitely not be able to fit it.

Luo Pingxuan looked at the strangely lit candle very calmly.On the empty street, there was no trembling candlelight at all.I can't tell if I'm used to it all.

Under the dim candlelight, the two carefully watched the slowly emerging patterns. The green lines on the paper and under the carbon strips showed some strange characteristics.

Wait, what's so weird about it?

It is understandable for Qi Qiuran to say that it was traces of green ink. After all, the words that appeared on the notebook in the afternoon were indeed written in green ink, but at this moment, these lines still seemed to have an unnatural, slightly white color. Something is really wrong.

"Don't be in a daze, I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at your look."

Qi Qiuran looked at the tall and straight Mr. Luo in front of him calmly.

Unconsciously folded his hands in front of his chest, tapped his arms with his index finger rhythmically, looked at the front with very deep eyes, revealing a feeling of elusiveness, and the index finger seemed to be hypnotizing with a sense of frequency.

"When will you change your habit of tapping your index finger and thinking about things? Behavior is too easy to reveal your psychology."

"Oh, thanks for reminding me, what did you see?"

"You're suspecting that it's not just green ink that's making the lines on this paper."

Luo Pingxuan raised his eyebrows and made a facial expression to show his affirmation of this sentence.

"It's very possible that it also contains white phosphorus."

Hearing this, Luo Pingxuan let out a funny smile in his heart: Although there are often supernatural and strange things, but this is the first time I have heard of drawing pictures with phosphorous green ink.

But again: Relatively speaking, the ignition point of white phosphorus is around [-] degrees, which means that at a slightly higher normal temperature, the entire picture may burn along the lines that make up the pattern.

If the situation is better and the response is timely, the paper has not been burned, and they can still see the patterns burned by the fire along the road to provide clues; but if they are not careful, the entire paper will be reduced to ashes, and they will see everything Not anymore.

The worst plan is: this pattern is nothing but a map; that is to say, without a map, either they will not be able to reach their destination; or they will not be able to return when they arrive at their destination. You will end up in a dead end casually!

"I guess you're going to tell me that the pattern that appeared on the paper is a map." Luo Pingxuan, who had been silent for a long time, simply had a kind of "broken pot and smashed" chic, and asked the worst plan directly. Qi Qiuran.

"Fulfill you, it really looks like a map to me."

"Your accent of 'watching' came out." Luo Pingxuan seemed to be trying to ease the atmosphere, but he caught the accent first.

"Tonight, your Northeast accent has come out many times." Qi Qiuran shot back at him without changing his expression.

In the pitch-black air rumbling around, the two people who still hadn't forgotten their daily quarrels, while making complaints about today's portion, waited for the patterns on the paper to appear.