Infinite script kill

Chapter 18 The Art of Disappearance

L city was also the place of ancient capital, but after the reform and opening up, on the one hand, due to some policy reasons, it failed to keep up with the pace of the times, on the other hand, it also gave a lot of resources to the development of nearby provinces and cities.

So many years later, the city has only climbed to the standard of second-tier cities by relying on tourism.

The vigorously developed Old Town Cultural Street is lined with red lanterns. At night, this is the famous red lantern, ahem... no, it's a snack street.

Whether it's day or night, there are surging people here, but the adjacent street is deserted.

On the shop on the side of the street, there is a signboard with the word "Shou", and garlands are placed next to the door. There are three or five old people sitting at the entrance of the shop drinking tea and chatting.

Business is deserted, but occasionally there is business, and it's just that kind of thing.

Lao Zhou was sitting in a chair, watching the news on his mobile phone, laughing from time to time and chatting with the elderly people around him about daily routines, what food prices are cheap again, and recently the house price has started to rise again and so on.

Chatting and chatting, Lao Zhou suddenly raised his brows and looked at the young man who approached the store. When he saw the young man walking to the paper wreath and staring at a few paper figures, Lao Zhou immediately stood up from his chair and greeted him. Walk up with the young man.

"Little brother, our family's wreaths and paper figures are all the latest models, delivered to your door, and the price is fair. Are you looking for the elders in the family, or..."

Lao Zhou stood behind him and asked in a low voice. Those in this line of work should not stand in front of the guests, let alone greet them with a smile.

Xu Tong didn't answer Lao Zhou's words, just pointed to the paper figurine in front of him, and with a light "Pfft!", there was an extra hole in the paper figurine's head.

Seeing this, Xu Tong shook his head in disappointment, left 100 yuan as compensation, and went to the next house.

After walking several houses in a row, Xu Tong couldn't find the paper figurine he liked.

I feel that these paper wraps in the store are just like playing. A few pieces of paper stick together, spray a little paint and it's done. This is not fooling people, just fooling ghosts.

Looking further ahead, there is a Drum Tower, which is the old city gate of the old L City. It is said that the devils fought for a long time and did not capture it. Now there is only this Drum Tower left, and the city walls on both sides have long disappeared. .

Just when he was going to look elsewhere, when he turned around, he saw Boss Zhou standing not far behind him with a smile on his face.

Seeing his gaze, he hurriedly stepped forward to meet him: "Little brother, are you looking for someone or something, we all know a few stores in this area, talk about it, I'll help you find it. "

Xu Tong glanced at him suspiciously, and after confirming that Boss Zhou did not have any malicious intentions, he took out a paper flower he made and handed it to him: "Look, who sells this thing."

"Ouch!"

Seeing the paper flower in his hand, Boss Zhou opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time, took his hand carefully, rubbed it a few times with his fingers, and shook his head: "Hey~~ I'm better. I have never seen such a beautiful paper flower in years."

As he spoke, he returned the paper flower to Xu Tong, pulled him to sit on a chair by the side of the road, and said, "I've been in this business for more than 20 years, and it's been inherited from my father's generation. Paper flowers are an old craft, and no one makes them now."

Boss Zhou is not lying. In the past, the craftsmanship of the older generation was very particular about the folds of a paper flower. If the apprentice dared to paste a paper flower with pulp, he would not be ashamed to say who taught it when he went out.

Not to mention, the paper figurines made at that time, as long as their eyes are clicked, they are like living people. Anyone who looks at that pestle will feel panic.

But the result is also very expensive, not a big family, who can afford that many paper people.

Later, times changed, and people didn't pay much attention to it. Cheap is the last word.

The wreaths in his shop were imported wholesale, and upon closer inspection, they were all tied with iron wires.

"I heard that in a few months, the wreaths are not allowed to be burned in the city. The old buddies of us have discussed how to quickly clear our goods and change our business. By then, you may not be able to find such ordinary goods. here."

Boss Zhou is very down-to-earth, and he does not shy away from the purpose of taking the initiative to come up, but after learning what Xu Tong is looking for, he also makes it very clear.

"That's it, thank you boss."

Hearing Boss Zhou's words, Xu Tongxin was a little cold for a while. He was inspired by the news and decided to find a veteran craftsman to learn and see if he could find a breakthrough.

Unexpectedly, the result turned out to be like this, and with unconcealed disappointment, he said goodbye to the boss and turned to leave.

It seems that in order to achieve in-depth identification, I am afraid that I still need to go into the script world to find it.

But the question is, in the scripted world, even if the main quest is completed, how much time can be left for him to explore?Even if he finds it, he can't be thrown out of the script world without saying a word.

The more I think about it, the more annoyed I feel. It's just that this era is progressing too fast, and those things that should have been left behind have disappeared completely in the long river of history.

"Little brother, little brother..."

In a trance, Xu Tong suddenly heard someone calling him behind him, and when he looked back, it was Boss Zhou who was chasing after him.

He ran up, took a few breaths, patted his forehead and said, "Forgot, forgot, there is no one who sells this paper flower, but there is an old master who used to do this business, you can go look for it, However, if you are alive, you will be more than [-], and it depends on your own luck."

Speaking of that, Boss Zhou pointed him to the direction of the Drum Tower in front of him: "You walk past the Drum Tower, and then go through the cross street intersection, and the one who finds a pomegranate tree in front of the door is his house, that person's surname is Song, and his name is Song... ... Anyway, Mr. Song, I saw him once a few years ago, if you go to him, remember to bring some braised pork."

Hearing Boss Zhou's words, Xu Tong was overjoyed and thanked Boss Zhou again and again, and of course shoved a stack of banknotes into Boss Zhou's hands.

Happy Boss Zhou smiled brightly.

According to Boss Zhou's instructions, he walked east along the pedestrian street in front of him. After crossing the intersection, he didn't go far before he found a house with a pomegranate tree in front of it.

Even though the old city has done street renovations several times, and the doors of every household have been painted with neat new walls, this dilapidated door still looks out of place.

He tried to push the door, the door was unlocked, which made Xu Tong feel a little hopeful, but when he pushed the door and approached the yard, the hope that had just raised was half cold.

The yard is still a dirt road, overgrown with weeds, and there are several bungalows, a small yard, and a few poplar trees are sparsely planted.

I don't know what it is in the water tank on the side, and it is exuding an indescribable smell.

Seeing this, Xu Tong's heart froze again.

No matter how you look at this place, it looks like it has been abandoned for many years. The glass of the houses on both sides is gray and you can't see anything.

Xu Tong tried to push the door a few times, but found nothing but dust.

With the idea of ​​coming here, he walked to the front of the main house and reached out and pushed it.

"Om..."

As the door was slowly pushed open, a thick musty smell came out, causing him to wrinkle his nose unconsciously.

It was obviously daytime, but the room gave people a dusty and dusty look that made it impossible to see through.

The light from the outside shines in, and the sunlight seems to be blocked by the dust in the air and spreads out.

But when he saw the furnishings in the room clearly, he immediately stood there blankly, with shock and surprise written on his face.

Like a boy who found a treasure, he walked into the door with a curious face.

The two rows of Taishi chairs in the room were actually full of people.

The old man held a cigarette stick in his hand, the child on the side held a match to light his cigarette, and the girl on the left held a kettle to pour tea for everyone, but one foot was on the instep of the young man beside him, and the young man grinned in pain.

In the misty cloud in the room, I actually had a kind of shuttle time to come to a long past, and came to a long past, and heard the voice of that history in this house.

Everyone's vivid demeanor is so delicate that even the wrinkles on their faces are so natural.

If you don't look carefully, it's even hard to see that these people are actually paper figurines made of paper.

He paused in front of the old man, looking at the beard on the old man's face, the nails on his hands, and the wrapping of each pulp was tightly stitched together.

"Boom!!"

The clock on the wall rang, Xu Tong followed the sound and found that it was six o'clock in the afternoon.

Just as he was about to speak.

Suddenly his wrist tightened, and the paper figure sitting in front of him slowly opened his eyelids, two pairs of black and white eyeballs, squinting at him, his hoarse voice echoed in the empty room: "Young man, Don't leave when you come, just stay with me."

"Sigh~~~"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Xu Tong's pupils tightened, and his eyes stared straight at him, then the whites of his eyes rolled, and after shaking a few times, he straightened back and fell heavily to the ground.

"Boom!"

The heavy falling sound caused the smile on the old man's face to freeze, and he looked at Xu Tong with a dull face.

"Bang!"

As soon as the cigarette rod in his hand was loosened, the jadeite cigarette pot suddenly fell to the ground and shattered.

"Boy, boy!!"

When he put his trembling hand under his nose to probe, the old man was blinded, and sat on the chair for a while before patting his thigh.

"Oh, what's this called! Young man, you say you... I would have known that I wouldn't scare you. You made my old man do something wrong."

He howled dryly for a while, and reluctantly put his hand up again, after confirming that he really lost his breath, his expression became even more flustered, and he hurriedly groped on his body.

"Call 120, call 120, boy, keep going, my phone, where's my phone?"

He groped for it, but he could not find the mobile phone that he kept at hand on weekdays. He was anxious and tore apart the thick layer of pulp on his body, sweating profusely.

At this moment, one hand raised, pointed to the mobile phone on the table and said, "It's here!!"

(End of this chapter)