I collect cultural relics in the human world

(Yes, this is chapter 103. After reading this chapter, please go back and read the loquat tree in the courtyard of 104. I got offended. I’m sorry.)
He Si was shocked and froze on the spot, speechless.

Zeng Bin's mouth was covered by vines, and he could only make a buzzing sound like a fly. He was about to be buried among the piranha flowers, but Qin Jian came to his rescue with words: "The autumn wind blows, the grass and trees wither, and everything withers."

The spreading greenery turned to withered yellow in the blink of an eye, fallen leaves were flying, the thick and powerful vines lost their lives, and the thin branches could not support Zeng Bin's weight. The man hanging in the air fell heavily, landing on the withered piranha. On top of the ruins.Although Zeng Bin was not digested by the mucus, he was shocked and frightened and fell unconscious.

The giant tortoise raised its head in an aggressive manner, but the old man stroked the tortoise shell, as if he wanted to speak comforting words, but then his words were drowned by a violent cough, and his whole body was shaking as if he was about to cough out his internal organs.

He Si felt guilty in her heart.

"Little girl," when Deng Lin spoke again, his voice was like torn cloth, and every word was spat out from his broken lungs: "Do you know why I want to kill him, his mother, and Those two men?"

"I know the cause of Li Jiahui's death, and I have also speculated that these are the people who hid behind the keyboards during the Internet violence, right? But..." He Si paused, "It caused such huge public pressure that the person involved was forced to die. It’s definitely not what these people can do, do you want to kill all those people?”

Deng Lin shook his head, then nodded: "Why don't I want to? What if my body allows me to let those people be buried together? But I can't do it. I can't find those people, and I can't kill all those people."

"Then why did you kill just these four people?"

"Did you know that when Jiahui was standing on the roof of the building, I was trying to rush back from school? Did you know that when I rushed downstairs, Jiahui was still alive and well? Did you know that I rushed to the roof with all my strength, and my mind was full of thoughts One sentence, just one sentence, I could persuade her to jump down, but before I could say that sentence, she still jumped? Did you know that I watched her jump with my own eyes? "

Deng Lin was weeping every word. He Si didn't know the answers to the series of questions, but her eyes were covered with mist.

"It was just one step away. I was standing on the top of the building, but Jiahui was lying on the bottom of the building. If she hadn't been stopped by the police, I would have gone with her. I don't blame the old man, I don't blame him. Those onlookers, all I need is a little time, just one sentence, but unfortunately those two beasts Wang Shengbang and Zhang Yang refused to give me even this little hope."

"What... did they do?" He Si couldn't figure out what relationship they had with Li Jiahui's death if these two people were not keyboard warriors who insulted her.

"They were shouting downstairs, jump, jump down if you can."

He Si's body trembled, she clenched her fists, and her nails dug into her flesh but she didn't feel it.A pair of clean and strong hands came over, pushed her stiff fingers apart one by one, and gently held them in his own hands.

"What about Wu Litian and Zeng Bin?" Qin Jian asked on behalf of He Si.

"I can't find all the people hiding behind the keyboard, but I can find the person who shot the video and uploaded it."

"Zeng Bin is the one who uploaded the video." He Si understood immediately, "But what about Wu Litian, she was the first person you killed."

"She didn't do anything. She even fasted and chanted Buddha's name for eight years for her son's evil deeds." Deng Lin said softly.

"Then...why did you choose her."

"Why?" Deng Lin smiled, layers of wrinkles bulging on his old face, and tears flowed from his cloudy eyes. "Do you know why I am sure that I can save Jiahui with just one word?"

He Si had no words, she just felt Qin Jian holding her hand tighter. A reason vaguely emerged in her mind, but she resisted instinctively and didn't want to look directly at it all, but Deng Lin still announced the answer.

"She was already pregnant with my child at that time."

The surrounding fields were silent, the wind howled, and sadness was like a huge film, covering the empty rooftop. He Si felt that every breath became difficult.

The comatose Zeng Bin gradually woke up at this time. He groaned, opened his confused eyes, and tried to get up despite the pain all over his body.

"Do you know what your mother died for?"

Qin Jian's cold voice reached his ears, and Zeng Bin's struggling body trembled. He finally stopped moving and looked up at the three people on the rooftop.At this moment, Deng Lin also stepped off the turtle's back, faltering, as if the withered plants around him were about to reach the end of their lives in the autumn wind.

"Do you know why your mother is a vegetarian?"

"Do you know which scriptures your mother copied?"

"Do you know what she said to me before she died?"

"Do you know why you are alive until now?"

"Did you know that you also killed a mother?"

"Do you regret it?"

With each word, Deng Lin took a step forward, one step at a time, and with all his strength, he finally came to Zeng Bin. The turtle behind him laid his head on the rooftop with his outstretched head, making a sound like a whimper.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Zeng Bin finally failed to get up. I don't know whether it was because of fear or guilt. He knelt in front of the old man, and his apology, which was eight years late, poured out with tears, and the tears turned out to be bloody.But what's the use? The person who really needs this apology is already far away from the world and can only meet in dreams.

"What's the use of apologizing?" After repeated questioning, the old man's tone became as calm as water. He looked at He Si, then looked back at the giant turtle, whose figure was as pale as a stroke in the autumn wind. Ink will dissipate in the air at any time.

"Deng Lin!" He Si suddenly shouted to the figure that was about to disappear for some unknown reason, "Do you still remember that when we met at Wu Litian's house, you asked me about Li Jiahui using the art of speech and spirit."

"Haha," the old man smiled happily, and after a few uncontrollable coughs, he said in a hoarse voice, "The little girl still holds a grudge."

"Do you still want to meet Li Jiahui?"

"Do you think I haven't tried it? Even the miraculous ability of speaking and speaking can't bring the dead back to life."

"The dead cannot be resurrected, but they can be seen in dreams."

The smile on the old man's face disappeared, his eyes that had almost lost focus became bright again, and his rickety body straightened up a bit: "I didn't expect that the little girl would tell such a lie in order to catch me."

"Then are you going?"

"Go," the old man replied loudly, "I am a dying person, what else do I have to lose."

"Then how about we meet downstairs at Li Jiahui's house."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." The old man nodded solemnly, turned around and returned to the turtle's back. Zeng Bin was still crying, but neither He Si nor Qin Jian moved, just watching the figure disappear into the sky again. outside the line.

"Qin Jian, do you think we did something wrong?"

"My grandma is getting old too."

He Si touched her face, but there was no sense of groove. She looked at her still black hair and turned to Qin Jian doubtfully.Qin Jian said nothing and just pointed at He Si's chest.

She finally found the reason why her breathing was getting heavier and heavier. Her chest seemed to be pressed by a huge stone, and her whole body inevitably curled up - her heart was getting old at this moment.

The moment he realized this, the brand-new hospital walls began to peel off under his feet. First, the tiles on the facade fell piece by piece, and then cracks spread from the bottom of the building, like brown ivy, covering the exposed cement walls, huge Layers of stone collapsed, smoke and dust rose from the ground, and only hazy vision remained.It's because Meng is getting old, so the building is also getting old.

He Si opened her eyes, and after the dream collapsed, it was Qin Jian who stared down at her.

"Is that why you just saved him?"

"I just don't want to see him disappear like this." He Si raised her head, which was still resting on Qin Jian's lap, and sat up.

"No matter how hard you try, it's just a reflection of your past for him."

"It's different." He Si said, walked out of the door, took two steps and then stepped back. She looked at Qin Jian who was still sitting on the bed and said, "Let's go now."

"Aren't you going to bring Fan Chu with you?"

He Si curled her lips and pushed open the door: "We've changed places."

"So fast! He ran away! Is this station already over?"

Fan Yu was leaning against the long wall of the corridor and scrolling through his cell phone boredly. When he saw He Si coming out, he was surprised at first, and then began to mutter: "This is the first time. Ever since Uncle Qin had you, he doesn't like to play with me anymore." , leaving me alone outside to guard the door, hey, I have never seen new people smile, never have I seen old people cry..."

"Are you leaving?" It was Lao Chaofeng who was leaving.

"Hey, let's go, where are we going?"

"Li Jiahui's old house."

"Then? Are you going to sleep there? I'm afraid it won't be easy, it's someone else's house..."

"No, He Si takes Deng Lin to see Li Jiahui."

"What's going on?" Fan Yu's face was full of disbelief, "Why? Li Jiahui is not dead yet?"

"Let's go first," said the mirror corridor. He Si returned to the ward, put the metal sign on the mirror, and began to recite the spell.

Fan Yu's face became even more distorted. He looked at Lao Chaofeng's half-smiling expression and did not dare to say anything more. He could only lower his head.

Fortunately, after stepping into the mirror corridor, Lao Chaofeng's deep voice began to surround him. Information about the recent incident poured into Fan Yu's mind, and he had no extra thoughts to complain about Lao Chaofeng, who was disrespectful to him - not to mention He Sidi. The way he mumbles and chants spells is indeed quite cute.

Finally reaching the mirror door in front of the destination, the story of the duel between words and spirits also came to an end. Fan Yu first lamented the exciting content he missed, and then looked at the two of them in confusion: "But where is Wu Litian? Deng Linsha He killed her just to make Zeng Bin suffer and sacrificed an innocent life to satisfy his own desires. What is the difference between him and the people he killed?"

"No one is perfect." Lao Chaofeng walked towards reality. "The murderous intention hiding behind the keyboard and pretending to be innocent is much scarier than Deng Lin, who is pure in love and hate."

"But their original intention was not to kill people."

"This is the scariest thing. When the victim can't stand the pressure and goes to a dead end, these people may still say, look, she is so cowardly."

Fan Yu couldn't help but glance at He Si, but she only left a stiff back.

"It's time you found out about her mother." Qin Jian also walked out.

It was late at night, and outside the Mirror Gallery, the white-haired figure was already waiting for them.Seeing several people appear, a trace of desire for life appeared in the old man's dead eyes, and he asked: "What should we do?"

"Is there any way to go to Li Jiahui's old house?" He Si asked Fan Yu.

"Is it okay to live next door?" the old man said slowly in a trembling voice, "That's my home, we've been neighbors since we were young."

Fan Yu had a look of understanding, but He Si concealed her surprise, nodded and said, "Let's try it first."

The old man stopped talking and didn't even ask who the people were. He walked hard to the iron door covered with spider webs and put the key in He Si's hand: "Come on, I can't see clearly."

He Si's eyes were hot, she quickly lowered her head and pushed open the dusty iron door.

There was a creak, dust rose up, and the darkness in the room spread to the outside, making it even lonelier than the night.

Fan Yu pressed the switch at the entrance, and the incandescent light above his head flashed several times, and finally turned it on reluctantly.

"I haven't been back for many years." The old man said, holding on to the corner of the table and sitting down on a chair. It seemed that all his energy had been spent in just these few steps. "I'm sorry, little girl, I really can't walk." Moved."

"Just call me He Si. Can I take a look first?"

The old man nodded as expected.

She said she was looking around, but He Si didn't waste any time in the house that had been deserted for a long time. After a brief observation, she opened the door to the backyard.

The waning moon was like a hook and the night was as cold as water. She walked to the southwest corner of the yard, separated by a wall, was Li Jiahui's house.He Si looked carefully. Compared with what she saw in her dream, there seemed to be something missing in Li Jiahui's yard - the tall, dense, canopy-like loquat tree.

"what happened?"

He Si thought for a while, then returned to the house and walked to the old man who was closing his eyes to rest: "Do you know what happened to the loquat tree next door?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked at He Si intently: "Have you seen it before?"

"Yeah." He Shi nodded and swallowed what he said next - I hid under the tree on the day Li Jiahui jumped off the building.

"It was chopped down. After that incident, the Taoist priest who exorcised evil came to see it. There was a tree in the courtyard, which happened to be the word 'sleep', which was unlucky."

For some reason, He Si suddenly remembered her first dream. Blood splattered everywhere and organs flew everywhere. Only the loquat tree and her hiding under the tree survived.Thinking of this, He Si became unexpectedly concerned about the missing loquat tree and asked, "Do you know the origin of that loquat tree?"

The old man seemed to have never thought about this question. He just looked at He Si for a long time with sad and calm eyes. After a long time, he replied: "I don't remember."

He Si knew that the old man was lying, but she didn't know whether she should continue to ask. While she was hesitating, she suddenly heard a familiar cry from outside the house - "Selling sweet liquor -"

It was night, so obviously there would be no vendors selling sweet liquor at this moment. Looking at the remaining people, they all had expressions of ignorance on their faces. He Si didn't know whether she was surprised or happy, it was an illusion.

Qin Jian didn't hear the shout, but he had already expected the result from He Si's expression. He helped the old man up and followed He Si out of the hospital.

The door leading to the courtyard was inlaid with glass, reflecting the faint moonlight. Several people came outside through this silver light. The sun was already shining brightly. Outside the courtyard wall, a loquat tree stretched its body, with half of its body exposed in the sunshine. Nestled in the shadows.