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Chapter 93 File Six: Fate (1)
[-]. The Mystery of the Providence Book
My name is Jian Zhen, and I am a professional "stranger". My job is to investigate all mysterious and supernatural events and find out the truth.

Under normal circumstances, I will release the investigation notes after the investigation is completed, but this time is an exception, because I don't know when this matter will end.Maybe, I'll be dead before it's over.

The thing started when I received the "Letter of Providence". I waited at the bus stop as usual that day. It was the rush hour and there were many people waiting for the bus.I looked at the sky boredly, and saw something flying and floating in the sky.

Maybe it's just waste paper blown up by the wind, but I don't care.But the piece of paper drifted closer and closer, and suddenly accelerated downward, and it just happened to stick to the face of a certain passenger.

"Damn it, who littered the trash!" The man angrily removed the piece of paper from his face, and was about to crumple it into a ball and throw it away, but he was stunned after looking at it.

I also saw this piece of paper because I was standing next to him.I saw that the paper was yellow and old, and its shape was narrow and slender, much like the kind of talismans in zombie movies.There are still some dark red writing on it, but due to the angle, it is not clear what is written.

At this time, the bus just arrived at the stop, and the people waiting for the bus couldn't wait to squeeze up. The person wanted to move at first, but stopped after looking at the paper.I was also attracted by this strange piece of paper, and by the time I realized it, the car door was already closed.

"Hey! Wait!" I yelled at the driver to open the door, and the people in the car looked at me with gloating eyes.This bus, which could only carry 50 people, is now crammed into at least 100 people, and no one is willing to give me this stretched space.

When I saw their smiles, my heart skipped a beat.Because in my eyes, those people are colorless, as gray as old black and white photos.

The car started slowly, and those faces quickly faded away before my eyes, far away.

"Stop!" I hurried to catch up and yelled desperately.

But the bus drivers in this city are all retired race car drivers. When the green light comes on, even if there is a volcanic torrent ahead, they can't stop him.

I was so anxious that smoke was about to come out, and I used the state of sprinting [-] meters in school to chase after me desperately.I know that if I fail to catch up, the consequences will be dire.

After chasing for less than half a mile, the bus staggered to a stop, but there was thick black smoke coming out of the car, and the sound of terrified screams came from inside.

With the sound of "crackling" glass shattering, some people couldn't wait to climb out of the car window, and together with them, there were bright red flames.

The ones that jumped out almost turned into a fireman, and more people were still stuck inside!
The voices in the car... I can only say that these shrill cries do not belong to the world.

I was trembling all over, and almost instinctively rushed to the window, trying to help the people inside to climb out.More people joined the rescue, and some private car drivers took out their own fire extinguishers to participate in the fire fighting.

But it was useless, the flames in the car quickly devoured everything on the car like a raging lion.There was no one in the car who could escape, and the raging flames could roast people just by getting close, let alone staying in the car.

I was dragged away from the bus by other rescuers, and I looked around blankly, only to see wounded people moaning in pain everywhere.There was a man standing beside him, tremblingly saying in a voice that he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing: "God's will, God's will!"

I recognized him as the passenger waiting for the bus next to me just now. If he hadn't changed his mind temporarily, he might end up with the same fate as the people on the bus.You escaped the catastrophe by chance, so you don't need to say such sarcastic remarks to these innocent dead and injured, right?
I said to him angrily, "What did you say?"

"No." Knowing that I misunderstood him, he quickly handed me the piece of paper in his hand and said, "God's will, this is really God's will."

I took the piece of paper in his hand suspiciously, and saw a round coat of arms with a strange shape on it, engraved with the two characters of "Heaven's Will" in seal script, and below it were four characters: The rider dies.

Passengers die!Does it refer to the accident that happened before my eyes?
I can predict disasters on the bus because I have a natural instinct to predict danger and death.

Who wrote this note, could he also predict the future?

My foreknowledge of the danger was only a fraction of a second in advance. This piece of paper looks quite old, and it must not have been written recently.And the note came from the sky, there are so many pedestrians on the street, why did it just fall on the person waiting for the bus?

This is unbelievable, is it really God's will?That was the first thought that came to my mind.

Our country has worshiped "heaven" since ancient times, and believed that there is another world above the sky.This world is inhabited by gods beyond the reach of human beings, and their will, that is, "God's Will", determines everything in the world.But the results of scientific exploration tell us that the "heaven" is only the earth's atmosphere, and there is no so-called heaven at all.

However, the appearance of this piece of paper has shaken my belief, because predicting the future and letting the wind send the note to the designated person cannot be done by manpower.

In the process of my exploration of mysterious events, I learned that there are many parallel worlds outside of our world, and the "God's Pole" and "Magic Pole" at the ends of the parallel worlds have powers higher than human beings. I don't know how many generations of super civilization.

The miracle in front of them may only be possible for them, but the windows to the human world at both poles have been closed, so it is impossible for them to do it.

Is there really a "heaven" in the sky that we haven't discovered?Since "Heaven" can predict the occurrence of a car accident, why only save one person?Is it "God's will" to let the other people in the car die?

impossible!I immediately denied my guess.If there really are gods, he can just use his divine power if he wants to live or die, so why bother to write "God's will" on paper?
The material of this paper is strange, soft and light, but it is definitely a human substance.And judging from its age, it may be an antiquity.If the origin of this piece of paper can be found out, then the hypothesis that it came from "heaven" can be denied.

"Can you give me this?" I asked the person who picked up the piece of paper. I was determined to find out about this matter. This piece of paper is an extremely valuable "evidence". It can be exchanged with all your wealth.

"...Take...Take it!" The man didn't dare to touch it again, turned around and ran away in a hurry.In the face of such an incredible miracle, most people will inevitably panic.

I carefully put the piece of paper into my work bag, turned around and went straight to Chenghuang Temple.Along the way, I saw fire trucks and police cars speeding towards the accident site one after another, and people in the shops rushed out to watch the excitement. This accident disturbed the whole city!
Town God's Temple is the largest antique market in this city. Because of the upsurge of "tomb robbery novels" some time ago, I also became interested in antiques and cultural relics.

Ordinary tourists like to look for the big shops along the street when they come to Chenghuang Temple. Only the real experts know that those "good things" from the ancient tombs can not be sold on the counters, usually hidden in those inconspicuous small shops. In the store, the "Zhizhizhai" I was looking for is such a type.

The clerk who looks after the store is watching the live news on TV attentively, seeing that I don’t look like a rich man, so he doesn’t bother to talk to me.

"Is Mr. Li there?" I had no choice but to ask him.The old Li I was looking for was a well-known figure in the Town God's Temple, a descendant of "Wuji Li".When it comes to "Wuji Li's family", few people may know it, but if I say that Li Yazi, the inventor of "Luoyang Shovel", is the descendant of Li's family, then many "tomb robbers" will suddenly realize: "Oh, it turns out It's him!"

In the business of tomb robbery, people are afraid of the government from the outside and agencies from the inside, so there are naturally many taboos to strictly guard against.Only the Li family has no scruples. If others dare not steal, they will steal. If others can steal, he has already stolen.Julius Caesar's words: "I saw, I came, I conquered," seemed tailor-made for them.

Although the Li family suddenly quit their business decades ago and switched to the antique business, the mountain-traversing gentlemen from Luoyang in the north and Changsha in the south still respectfully call "Master" when they see the descendants of the Li family.If I want to find out the origin of the piece of paper, he is naturally the best choice.

"Busy!" the clerk said without looking up.

"That's a pity, I want to ask the old man to hold my eyes because I have a good deal." I said pretending to be sorry.

The clerk finally raised his head when he heard my outspoken words, but he was still a little dubious: "Which one of you from the top of the mountain doesn't smell like mud on your hands, and you can still have high-end goods?"

"Actually, it's not a good thing, it's just a little bit better than this one." I pointed to the long landscape scroll hanging in the middle hall of the store and said, I don't know what the origin of their high-profile item is, but anyway The cowhide has been blown open, so just blow it up a bit.

The clerk's face changed, and he almost wanted to get angry, but he held back after thinking about it, and walked into the room without saying a word, and came out after a while and said, "The old man invites you in."

I followed him into the room, only to see that it was like a junk warehouse, the walls, shelves and floor were all full of messy old things.I know that any one of these rags may be worth more than me, so I was careful when I left, for fear that I would not be able to pay for it if it was damaged.

A bald old man was looking at a piece of copperware with presbyopic glasses. He took off his glasses when he saw me coming in, and asked after only a glance: "When people are old, their memory is not good. Sometimes they don't see each other. Recognize, what is the relationship between the Yan, Hong, Hua, Liu, and Bai families and your little brother?"

"Hi Mr. Li, I don't know anyone you mentioned. My name is Jian Zhen." I introduced myself with a smile.

Mr. Li said "Oh", put on his glasses again to study his rags, and said casually: "I heard that the "Mianjiang Mountains and Mountains Map" in the shop can't catch your eyes. It's really scary for young people."

I knew that if I played it again, I would reveal my secrets, so I just told the truth: "Mr. Li, this thing is a bit strange for me. I can't see the history, so I want to ask you to help me palm my eyes."

I took out the piece of paper from my satchel, and the clerk laughed when he received it in his hand: "What is it? It's not a word or a picture, it's untitled and unmarked. National treasure."

"You're a friend when you come. It's okay to have a chat. Show me." The old man beckoned, and the clerk handed him the slip of paper.

Mr. Li took it in his hand and looked at it. He said "Huh", and the expression on his face immediately became serious.

"Bring my pattern book, hurry up!" He urged repeatedly, and the clerk hurriedly took out an old account book as thick as a brick from the cabinet. The leather binding of the account book was almost worn out, and it seemed to be old. old stuff.

After getting the account book, Mr. Li said, "Hold the lamp and spread the table."

The clerk turned on the fluorescent light on the workbench and covered it with a white flannelette, and then Mr. Li opened the account book on the table.I saw that the account books were full of pictures and labels of antiques, and those that he could record on purpose must be priceless treasures.

Mr. Li turned the account book to the middle page, and a coat of arms was drawn on the page.He picked up the magnifying glass under the light, and carefully compared the album and the coat of arms on the paper.In fact, without comparison, I can tell at a glance that they are exactly the same.

After looking at it for a long time, Mr. Li pushed the piece of paper forward and shrank his body back, as if he would be poisoned if he got close to it.

"God, it turned out to be true!"

I was overjoyed, and quickly asked: "You always know its origin?"

Mr. Li didn't answer, but asked me anxiously: "Where did you get this thing?"

"Someone gave it to me." I said truthfully.

"Why don't you know the rules?" The clerk thought I was trying to hide it, and said angrily, "Since you want to let Mr. Li know, you have to tell me about it first!"

"It was indeed given to me by someone else." I said exactly what happened just now.

"It turns out that it has something to do with the car explosion just now!" The clerk said in amazement, "That's too evil, how could it float into that person's hand by such a coincidence?"

"It's right to fall from the sky!" Mr. Li nodded with emotion.

"You always know his origin?" The answer is almost yes.

Mr. Li nodded solemnly, and said, "This thing is called the 'Book of Will'!"

"Book of Providence?" Not only have I never heard of this term, but even the clerk who is familiar with antiques has a confused expression.

"Please tell me more details!" I asked.

"This is not something in the world!" Mr. Li said in a very serious tone.

"It's not human, where did it come from?" I asked cautiously.

"Didn't you see where it came from?" Mr. Li asked me back.

"But it can't really come from the sky, can it? Maybe someone wrote this note randomly, and it happened to be blown into someone else's hands by the wind." Such an explanation even feels far-fetched to me. How can there be such a coincidence in the world? ?
"Who can write the prophecy on this paper..." Mr. Li shook his head slowly and said, "I have been playing with antique calligraphy and painting all my life, but I have never seen such an ancient paper."

"Then how do you know it's a book of providence?" I asked unwillingly.

"How do I know?" Elder Li said with a wry smile, "Eight people in our family died because of it, can I not know?"

"Eight people died?" I was secretly surprised. Could it be that as soon as this book of providence appears, people must die?
"What's going on, old man, can you tell me about it?"

"It has been 70 years since this incident, and I have never told anyone about it, because no one believed it, including myself. But now I have finally seen the real thing, and I can finally tell others boldly, This thing is true!"

Mr. Li raised his head, squinted his eyes, and his thoughts seemed to fly back to the day 70 years ago that made the Li family unforgettable.

"It is rumored that every acupoint of our Li family must be opened. In fact, most members usually do not shoot more than five times until they retire. Other experts have to practice hard to find dragons, observe sand, observe water, and acupressure before entering the profession. Our family can't even count the basic skills, and we don't need this kind of skills at all, because there are always some experts who have found a big battle but can't get in the door, come to us for guidance.

"The harder the tomb is, the richer the collection is. To open a treasure cave like this, you don't have to work for ten years. You still need to look around for a few hard-earned money like ordinary mountain hunters. ?

"Although the money in this business comes easily, there is a rule in my family, that is, no more than 30 years old. No matter whether you dig the tomb of Emperor Qin and Han before the age of 30 or find nothing, once you reach the age of [-], you must break the pot and quit the arena. The activity of making people's yin house is extremely destructive. I haven't seen many of those who have been digging graves all their lives can have offspring. Our family can continue to have children because we know how to stop when enough is enough.

"That year my father had just celebrated his 30th birthday, but someone came to the door the next day, saying that the acupuncture point was in Beimang, and the climate was great. I had never seen such a big one! Although I was only five years old that year, I still remember that person clearly. His tone of voice changed when he was talking.

"According to the rules, my father shouldn't go, but that person's words are too attractive, and before that, my father has never opened a worthy Dragon Tower Palace, so he is not willing to stop like this, So I decided to break the precept and do it again.

"My father followed them to Mangshan Mountain. As the saying goes, he was born in Yuhang and buried in Beimang. Mangshan is the place where the dragon veins of the Central Plains converge. The emperors, generals, and dignitaries of all dynasties all want to sleep forever in Beimang. So in The ancient tombs on Mang Mountain can be said to be dotted with overlapping layers, and naturally it has become the first choice for the gentlemen who have traveled through the mountains to search for dragons and treasures in the past.

(End of this chapter)