Museum of Demons

　　 My name is Fang Cheng, nothing is accomplished.

　　 30 years old, single.

　　 In addition to work, he likes to climb mountains with his friends and is a climber.

　　 The nearby mountains suitable for climbing have basically been climbed by us.

　　 I feel a little boring.

　　 Suddenly someone in the group sent a message that they had discovered a mountain that no one had climbed.

　　 I looked at the person who was speaking, and I was impressed.

　　 He hadn't spoken in the group for a long time.

　　 But there are mountain climbing, I feel very interested.

　　 I contacted him.

　　 A total of seven people set off. It is indeed a rare mountain with a very good view.

　　 It’s hard to imagine that there are mountains with such a complete flavor around here.

　　 It's just a pity, we got heavy rain.

　　 In a hurry to take shelter from the rain, I saw a wooden house on the mountain.

　　 But his daughter is here.

　　 We ate on the mountain, and seven companions huddled together to rest. I couldn't sleep a bit.

　　 I went out, wanting to relax and look at the scenery.

　　 It should not be far from the city.

　　 I looked into the distance, but I couldn't see any lights.

　　 Maybe the night fog is too thick today.

　　 I thought.

　　The woodsman’s wooden house is still lit, so why don’t you sleep so late?

　　 I want to go and chat with that young girl.

　　 The windows are not closed.

　　 She is looking into a mirror while dressing up.

　　 I took a cigarette, didn't disturb her, just waited quietly.

　　 She used an eyebrow pencil to draw her eyebrows, modern cosmetics, and bright red lipstick.

　　 The paintings are so beautiful.

　　 I can't help thinking in my heart.

　　 Suddenly I heard the tearing sound, I didn't pay attention, I was just thinking about my experience in a trance.

I didn’t accomplish anything, and I didn’t really accomplish anything when I reached such a big age. I can only focus on my hobbies to distract myself from the perception that I was a failure. I didn’t have the interest in chatting, so I wanted to turn around and leave, but torn away. The pulling voice is getting louder and louder.

　　 I raised my head and saw the woman with her back facing me stretch out her hand, pulling her forehead, and pushing to both sides.

　　 The face reflected in the mirror was just torn off!

　　 The human skin with clean makeup has been painted, neatly placed next to it.

　　 Under the human skin, there are all bones.

　　 It looked at me.

　　 let out an uncontrollable sigh.

　　 "It's a great piece of skin."

　　…………

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Wei Yuan placed a wooden box on a table in the museum, exhaled, stretched out his hand to adjust the position, and then was reluctantly satisfied, stepped back, and looked at it in various exhibits without any sense of disobedience. Wooden box.

　　 Qi's Army Soldier Soul stood beside Wei Yuan.

　　 The remaining four guys are shrunk into a ball, far away from here, wishing to run outside.

　　 Inside the wooden box is the pair of gold and red soft shoes.

　　 is what Wan Qiniang left behind.

　　 The original fierceness has disappeared, but he has a pair of supernatural shoes.

　　 Wei Yuan knocked on the box and warned those shoes not to go out for a walk, let alone dance.

　　 quietly turn on the computer to listen to operas without even thinking about it.

　　 Then a drop of blood was dripped on the lock of the box, which was regarded as a seal.

After Wan Qiniang’s hostility dissipated, he gained magical powers 【Spirit Instruction】, because he is the Crouching Tiger Captain of this generation, he seems to carry something, blood can be mixed with magical powers 【Expelling ghosts】 effect, Has a certain restraint ability for strange forces and chaos.

　　 opened the outermost security door, and then opened the rolling door on the side window.

It’s been several days since I returned from Jiangnan Road, one autumn rain and one cold, one after another spring rain became warmer, Wei Yuan stretched his waist, a little lazy, without the interruption and threat of the demon. He finally felt a little more at ease.

　　 Turn on the phone, there is a recording audio in it.

　　 Thanks to the blessing of modern technology, he recorded the last song sung by Wan Qiniang.

　　 Wei Yuan registered a new account, and then posted the audio to several major websites in China.

　　 Someone left a message after a while, or maybe it was because the audit took the initiative to push this not-so-long audio to a more conspicuous position. Many people clicked on the audio, and the number of views and comments quickly increased.

　　 are all shocking and admiring messages, and occasionally some acid spitting disappears quickly.

　　 "Front row, ask everyone Yanzu, who sang this?"

　　 "Fuck, I'm kneeling, this tone is too righteous!"

　　 "Mom asked me why I was listening to music on my knees."

　　 "However, I am uneducated, so I walk the world in one sentence"

　　 "It's hard for the gods to go down to earth!"

　　 Wei Yuan hooked the corner of his mouth.

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　　 is still liked by many, many people.

　　 There were constant private messages in the backstage of the account, some admiring, and some music companies. Wei Yuan ignored them and closed it directly. Then he pulled a chair over and placed it in front of the store, sitting on a wooden chair.

　　 Inside the earphones is the first-hand clarity of the music.

　　 In this world, the last song of the last oiran of Jiangnan Province.

Some aunts living nearby came out to shop for groceries, and the grandpas rushed to play chess early. Suddenly they saw that the folk museum was open again. The old men with weird eyes and vigorous spirits shook their arms, preferring to go around. Huan'er refused to walk past this door.

　　 There was an aunt who went around several times, but finally couldn’t help but leaned in and said:

　　 "You guys live here..."

　　 Wei Yuan took off the earphones and nodded, and smiled: "Yes, what do you want, Auntie?"

　　 Auntie raised her eyes to look at the museum that opened again, and she paused for a long time, saying:

　　 "You house, it's not very clean."

　　 "Listen to Auntie's advice, you still don't live here."

Wei Yuan thanked you and laughed: "Thank you, but auntie, our modern society is about science, so what's the ghost? Besides, I am young and yang, and I am not afraid of those things. "

　　 sent away the uncle and aunt, Wei Yuan squinted his eyes and leaned on the couch, lazily basking in the sun.

　　 He hasn't opened the volume that Crouching Tiger's waist card opened yet.

　　 From the name, Wei Yuan could faintly guess that this dossier might not be that simple.

　　 At least he is not in the mood to watch it now.

Only by losing can he know what is precious. He has experienced the things of Jiangnan Road. Now he feels that a peaceful life is the best. If it is not necessary, he does not intend to actively mix things with the demon. He is basking in the sun and listening with closed eyes. That opera, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's palm lightly patted the armrest and hummed softly.

　　 Not a single song.

　　 There was a sound of engine starting in the distance, like the roar of a giant beast.

　　 A locomotive parked in front of this museum under the eyes of everyone. A woman in a leather jacket got off the locomotive and took off her helmet, revealing her sharp short hair with beautiful curves. She casually placed her helmet on the locomotive.

　　 Wei Yuan opened his eyes when he heard the sound, looked at the woman who was supposed to be a Taoist priest, and said:

　　 "Officer Zhou?"

　　 Zhou Yi smiled and nodded, and said, "Master Wei Guan."

Wei Yuan wanted to explain that he was not the owner of this museum. As you can see Zhou Yi’s appearance, he didn’t care about it, so he exposed the problem with a smile, took off his headphones, got up and invited the guests into the museum. Road:

　　 "I didn't expect Officer Zhou to take the initiative to come to my museum."

　　 Zhou Yi said: "Thank you, and send you something by the way."

　　 She took out a three-foot-long wooden box from the side of the locomotive and handed it to Wei Yuan.

　　 "I saw your sword, but it can't be used anymore."

　　 "This is a thank you gift."

　　 Wei Yuan opened the sword box, and there was still an eight-faced sword in it, even with its sheath. The start was heavy and delicate. Even if it was not in the state of driving the soldier's soul, he could still distinguish the texture of the sword. He couldn't help saying:

　　 "Good sword."

　　 Zhou Yi said: "You like it."

"This was built by Longquan's line last year. The craftsmanship and center of gravity are comparable to the swords of ancient warlords. It is hard to see on the market. There is exactly one in the special operations team. I replaced it. It is a life-saving grace for you. repay."

Wei Yuan flexed his fingers and flicked the blade. Hearing the sword sounded clearer, his palm flicked across the blade, then put the sword into the sword case, put it aside, and looked at Zhou Yi: "Come here, police officer, shouldn't it be more than this? "