I Create Weirdness in Parallel Worlds

Mei Jinan was not in a mood, his face changed from red in embarrassment in the car to white with nervousness now, he firmly grasped the shards of the bronze mirror on his chest, he was too scared to move.

Xu Huosheng listened to the conversation between these two people, and looked at the layout of this study room. All the books were neatly arranged on the bookshelves. It could be seen that the books on the bookshelves were at best just decorations. I have actually read it, but no one has read it for a long time. After all, a thick layer of dust has accumulated, and no one has touched the bookshelf for several years.

But some of the scattered manuscripts on the desk still have fresh handwriting, which is the real core content.

Xu Huosheng picked up one of the documents by himself and looked at it. It was written by Zhang Zeying himself. Xu Huosheng felt that it was vigorous and powerful, with a trace of childishness. An old man who is almost 70 years old, but he doesn't feel old at all.

But compared to this special handwriting, Xu Huosheng cares more about the content written on it.

He had already heard the story of 'Ming' from surveillance, but now he just wants to get a more detailed process.

"Okay, okay, okay." Knowing that these people came to him to listen to the story, Zhang Zeying applauded again and again, put on a pair of reading glasses, and took out the slightly yellowed paper that had been organized in the drawer and read.

"The legend of 'Ming' that happened in the past originated in that dark age. At that time, mountains and rivers were already called mountains and rivers. It was an area that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, but also inconvenient for transportation...... ..”

Zhang Zeying repeated the story of 'Ming', but as a professor of history, he told the story more carefully than the student Sun Gu heard. It not only has the background of the times, but also the geographical environment, and the humanistic feelings.

There is no need to say too much about cannibalism. The story quickly advances to the so-called blond and blue-eyed missionary who came from a distant foreign country and told the people of the mountains and rivers the existence of "Ming".

It can be said that Zhang Zeying, as a professor, told more detailed stories than Sun Gu.

'Ming' is a cocoon-like existence wrapped in golden threads all over its body.

'Ming' is an individual with a fixed body shape and the appearance of a cocoon, but it will keep moving with the movement of light.

As long as there is light in this world, human beings cannot grasp 'Ming'.

The people who came from a foreign country told the hungry victims that only the light reflected by the mirror can be used to create a cage that restricts the actions of 'Ming'.

But in that era, even brass mirrors, especially mirrors polished finely and smooth, were rare objects in themselves.

After some discussion, the Shanchuan people decided to use a nearby big pit as a last-ditch effort to block the place where the water flowed.

Afterwards, the pit was filled with bitter water, and no one knew how the foreigner filled the pit.

When the sun set at noon, 'Ming' moved to the surface of the lake, and the calm water surface reflected the figure of 'Ming', and 'Ming' was frozen.

The final outcome is that the people in the mountains and rivers ate 'Ming', gnawed on this creature from a distant legend, continued to live, and survived the calamity.

After Xu Huosheng listened to and compared the stories told by the two, compared to what Sun Gu once told, Zhang Zeying was more about making up for the topography of mountains and rivers, the practices of hungry people, and the way of grasping "Ming".

Zhang Zeying added; "This is an event that cannot be recorded in any official history. I can only barely get a fairly complete story from other people's oral traditions, or digging up classics, but the more I go Restoring the truth of what happened thousands of years ago, the more you can feel the wonder of this world, what exactly is 'Ming'?"

"If 'Ming' is a cocoon wrapped with golden threads, then what kind of life will be bred inside 'Ming'? If the body of 'Ming' is not a cocoon, but a golden thread, then ..." Zhang Zeying said in an inquiring tone, if the body of 'Ming' was just a golden thread, then there would be infinite possibilities.

"The missionaries you're talking about? How much do you know?" Xu Huosheng asked.

"I don't know about this matter. Mountains and rivers are closed areas. At that time, there were basically no foreigners. Or during the famine period, I tend to be some kind of mutant or special person." Zhang Zeying Said.

Xu Huosheng nodded, "I have one last question. In my opinion, what you are studying is unrealistic fantasy and unfounded stories. Why did you spend so many years exploring a Stories that most people simply don't believe?"

"What reason do you want? After reading books for so many years, I have seen emperors in power, eunuchs in chaos, generals who killed enemies, and countless joys, sorrows and joys. Protagonist, someone chronicles the story...but none of that is what I want."

"It was excavated and recorded early on. If I continue to follow the rules and study, it will be meaningless. I am looking for the unknown story hidden in the long river of history. My approach is to breed new stories. , when I first determined the direction, I had the qualification to give birth to a story, and then I continued to analyze the information I got, absorb the information I saw from books and documents, sort out the truth in the ancient stories I heard in the mountains, and dial out It is called the fog of time and restores the truth of the past until the end, when the whole story tends to be completed, a new legend will come to this world like my child."

Zhang Zeying spoke impassionedly, his words were full of pride.

And Sun Gu seemed to have seen his appearance a long time ago, so he really didn't have the heart to pour cold water on him, he just said: "Continue to study and you will definitely get the answer."

"What? Didn't you come back all the way to help me? After all, what's the use of being in a big city? You can't give it to a strange place. The place where you were born and raised has the same warmth. It's better to go back .” Zhang Zeying said in a stitch-by-needle manner.

"But I have another question." Xu Huosheng stared at Zhang Zeying with a smile on his face.

Chapter 275 Chapter 250 Six

No matter how time passes, no matter how long they discuss, one thing will never change.

Xu Huosheng is not the confidant Zhang Zeying seeks, not to listen to his story, not to strengthen his belief, not to give him any support.

What Xu Huosheng did was to go back to the previous legends. He came to Shanchuan University because he knew the existence of "Ming" to read the materials recorded by the other party and the completed stories.

Xu Huosheng is the one who knows about supernatural events and the one who commands the ghost hunters, but Zhang Zeying has never been. He is just an ordinary person who doesn't know the true meaning of this story.

Xu Huosheng asked; "If I were you, when I heard this story for the first time, I would give up on in-depth exploration. Why do you insist on this practice to study this absurd story in the eyes of normal people? scripture story?"

Xu Huosheng's question was really impossible to answer immediately, Zhang Zeying just said after a long pause; "Every time I encounter a question like yours, I don't know what to answer, but over the years , I also have my own version, although this is an absurd story, why can't I delve into it? Even if it is a past story, but if the absurd story can be completed under my exploration, then This story is a story passed down from mouth to mouth thousands of years ago."

"That's okay." Xu Huosheng agreed. As a cultural person, Zhang Zeying naturally insisted on self-persistence after so many years of research.

The other party has no effect at all, and even the breath has not changed.

Speaking of which, Zhang Zeying himself is a well-known history professor in China. Of course, it is impossible to deceive anyone about the aspect of his major that he loves the most. Therefore, no matter what Xu Huosheng said, it is estimated that he would not be able to change his mind. , allowing him to expose more.

Xu Huosheng doesn't care much about these things, whether he is serious or wants to defraud funds. He has already got the answer to the question from Zhang Zeying's answer. Stretch to a longer distance, so that you can go farther than ordinary people.

Continuing to ask would only make Xu Huosheng seem unreasonable. He changed the subject and continued, "You never told anyone about this?"

Zhang Zeying said with a smile: "You have already said it. It is an absurd story. It is a story that cannot be told by others. It is a story that cannot be recognized by others. In the eyes of others, my exploration is just unrealistic. Why should I tell other unrelated people before the results of the research? No need, and no one will really believe what I say, so it’s better to keep everything in my heart temporarily.”

"If your words are consistent with your deeds, and what you say is from your heart, I will ask you the last question." Xu Huosheng continued to ask.

Instead of boring Zhang Zeying with his continuous questions, he became more interested and smiled brighter. Who knew that this was the person who really wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"It's the last question. Do you know the identity of the people from other countries, the purpose of coming to the mountains and rivers to rescue the victims, and why 'Ming' can support the people in the whole mountains and rivers. Have you carefully investigated these?"

silence.

In the silence, Zhang Zeying let out a long breath, his whole body instantly seemed to be 10 years older, and his mental outlook could not be compared with before.

Zhang Zeying is already an old man with gray hair and the sun is setting in the west. How much time did he devote to this absurd story?

Is it 10 years, or 20 years......

Even he himself couldn't explain it clearly, but it started when he got a direction, his gestation of this story.

Until now, even in the remaining time when he was about to die, the information he touched was still only a corner.

As far as I really want to say, that is, when telling the "Ming" story with Xu Huosheng, Zhang Zeying himself didn't speak clearly.

He did not figure out any details about it. The terrain of the mountains and rivers in ancient times, as well as the cultural customs at that time, are just the correct history studied by others. He integrated this part of the correctness into his own. in the story.

His own research did not occupy an important proportion, which made him lose the high-spirited appearance just now, and also proved that whether this story is true or false requires continued exploration.

"Teacher's research is beyond the imagination of many people, but I believe that since you devote a long time, you will definitely have an answer." Sun Gu said, but he put his indescribable expectations on this aspect.

Zhang Zeying shook his head, "No one knows whether it is true or false, but in my eyes, if there is a 'Ming', then 'Ming' is beyond the human world, beyond human cognition, from the legendary creature , there is no clear record in the ancient books of the past, and the people of Shanchuan just recorded it as the aggregation of golden lines."

"Many questions cannot be answered, but some things can still be said. If the gold thread on 'Ming' can be eaten and absorbed by people, then it is not too difficult to feed the entire mountain and river, because in the story According to the records in "Ming", there are thousands of clues, and countless clues are just a rough idea, representing a nearly infinite number."

"If we have this similar sample in our hands, can you get more evidence?" Xu Huosheng asked.

"I have some similar samples in my hand. It would be great if these things really exist. I have a lot of guesses. Only when I see the real ones can I continue to advance." Zhang Zeying sighed, as he pursued for the rest of his life. According to the legend of Ming, he has always been inaccessible.

Although it is true that there is a golden thread in the story, but considering that such a long time has passed, there is no golden thread handed down. Even similar samples and imitations do not exist, and there are no accurate records.

Even Zhang Zeying was about to forget the existence of the gold thread and was about to give up when a professor from other places said that he had a similar sample in his hand. How could he not be surprised?

After receiving Xu Huosheng's accurate reply, a bright smile appeared on Zhang Zeying's face, and his entire face was wrinkled.

"Sure enough, I am indeed a famous professor in China. I have spent so much time trying to find something, but I haven't found it until now. As a result, it appeared in your hand as soon as you came here. Let me see, let me see what I'm looking for. Thinking about what the dreamy gold thread looks like, whether it will shine like I imagined, has a soft texture, and whether it will be like a dreamlike golden light as I thought."

Zhang Zeying said almost piously, anyone who saw his performance at the moment would feel that he seemed to have fallen into some special emotion, but Xu Huosheng didn't say anything.

A professor who can keep studying what normal people would not do is the strangest person in the world.

But his serious appearance can be said to be good.

Xu Huosheng dialed his mobile phone and was outside, the people who were going to enter this area received the task.

Russell West and Macron, as the objects who suddenly became young, it is naturally impossible to stay in the same car with them, and it is okay to act separately, and now the two people who finally got the order are of course driving at the moment Go to Shanchuan University.

On the co-pilot, the young Luo Suxi looked at the gold thread in his hand with deep thoughts, "As you said, can Xu Huosheng really know what this thing in our hands is?"

"Your question really stumps me, but what I want to say is that if even Xu Huosheng doesn't know what gold thread is in this world, I don't think many people know what it is. As long as you find it In the target identified by Xu Huosheng, just ask what you want to know." Macron said driving.

Luo Suxi remained silent. Although she obediently got into the car with the gold wire at the moment, she still had a lot of questions in her heart. After all, her real core setting was to find a way to identify the gold wire based on her own efforts.

During this time when I was suddenly arranged by others, I still feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, not knowing why I did this.

And now at Shanchuan University, when she saw the house number of this place, Luo Suxi also felt that the big characters in front of her were familiar. After groping her memory, she found that it seemed that the university she wanted to come to was this place.

I accidentally remembered how I looked when I died, maybe this is why I came to this place with the gold thread in my hand, maybe it was just to come to this university by the way, to make up for the regrets I had?

Luo Suxi thought, following behind Macron, when he opened the door, what he saw was of course a combination of three men and an old man.

Now these people are all in trouble, but they all looked at the golden threads in Luo Suxi's hands.

When he saw it for the first time, Zhang Zeying's slack face burst into tears, and he couldn't stop him from rushing to Luo Suxi, which shocked her greatly.

"What do you mean? Why do you look at the things in my hand like this?" At this moment, the young Luo Suxi somewhat rejected the fanatical old man in front of him.

"You have to be clear, we didn't bring this thing for free. If we can't get a satisfactory answer, we will naturally take it back." Xu Huosheng blocked Zhang Zeying.

"Of course." Zhang Zeying saw the thing he had dreamed of appearing in front of his eyes, and he couldn't move his eyes away at all. Staring at this self-luminous silk thread that was still not inferior even under the light, it was a perfect fit for all of him. fantasy material.

It's a pity that this thing is not in Zhang Zeying's own hands. If he really wants to get this golden thread, he must do something that Xu Huosheng approves.

Zhang Zeying knew what to do. Under the witness of everyone, he opened the locked drawer and took out the old matching grinding device from it.

The materials of the grinding pestle and the grinding bowl are very special. Although they are said to be used for grinding, they are crystal clear, like crystals, red with yellow and white materials.

"I always feel familiar..." Mengsi put down the book in his hand and said.

Zhang Zeying put the device on the table and explained: "I found this from a remote mountain village. At that time, it was demolished due to land annexation. That village no longer exists. I was invited to translate it. In ancient times, the device was found in the ancestral hall, and was supplemented by part of the legend of 'Ming'."

"It is said that the predecessors of Shanchuan, after smoking 'Ming', were not satisfied with smoking the golden silk thread, but wanted to switch to a simpler and faster method. At that time, the entire landscape needed 'Ming', so naturally It is impossible to inhale a creature in such a mess all the time, so people began to learn the cooking methods in their daily life, began to study, and made various parts of 'Ming' into various delicacies, and the grinding device in my hand is the leaping The antiques that have been handed down for a hundred years have been preserved very well until now, and they only need to be rinsed with water to restore the cleanliness of the past, which is a perfect tool to prove my research." Zhang Zeying said confidently.

With the consent of Xu Huosheng and Luo Suxi, he grabbed a piece of gold wire, threw it into a grinding bowl, and began to grind it finely.

Zhang Zeying's grinding voice was very steady, as if he had made a lot of contact with today's performance on weekdays.

Grinding in the grinding bowl, it seems that it is not a golden thread, but a golden crystal, with a hard nature, but it is still broken into powder under Zhang Zeying's grinding... .....

In the process of Zhang Zeying's grinding, Xu Huosheng suddenly thought, if it is true that according to the story Zhang Zeying just completed, people in the whole mountain and river have eaten 'Ming', then why is there no story handed down?

why?Thinking of this, Xu Huosheng deeply recalled the thinking he had just done in the car.

People in the mountains and rivers don't really feel the danger. They are completely indifferent to the disappearance of their close ones in the area they live in, as if it never happened.

Even if someone dies on the street in life, after just seeing it, they continue to return to their original life.

Perhaps everything in the mountains and rivers needs to be changed.

Not only Zhao Fengnian, but also the local police in Shanchuan told Xu Huosheng that death and disappearance cases often occur in Shanchuan.