Chairman Mao's master key made of seals and bolts, these evidences found in the brewing tanks of the Wuhuan Brewery, are being corroborated and confirmed one by one in the story of Li Yongshui and Du Zihui, and the military kettle that has lost its paint, Dajiang estimates, a few unreadable small characters on it should be "Commemoration of the Establishment of Beijing Automobile No. 3 Factory". Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But the strange thing is that it stands to reason that there has been a major breakthrough in this case, and Dajiang is almost certain that the person who died in the brewing tank should be Wu Wenhan, who was believed to have died by throwing himself into a well thirty years ago. However, there was no joy in Oe's heart, but a lingering sadness, a melancholy that hurt into the bone marrow, and an indescribable anger.

Da Jiang glanced at Xiao Lei, it seemed that Xiao Lei was not in a high mood, and while listening to Du Zihui's story, he aimlessly looked at the design drawings left by Wu Wenhan.

Du Zihui didn't pay attention to the change in the mood of the two of them, and continued to talk while playing with the wine glasses in his hand.

"Wu Wenhan should have been avoiding the outside world, no wonder, he has become like that, he has suffered so much, he must be full of fear of the outside world, so he will only show up when he comes to Yongshui to get wine, and after taking the wine, he leaves in a hurry. No one outside knows. ”

But then, Wu Wenhan's alcohol consumption became staggering. In the courtyard of Yongshui's house, I saw with my own eyes that he poured a whole bottle of Lao Baigan with a whole height, and his whole body was steaming, but there was nothing to do, and the wall more than two meters high jumped up and ran all the way down the eaves of the small bungalow, without making a sound at all. When we were together, one or two baijiu was enough to make him sleep for a day, and I don't know why there was such a change. ”

"But Wu Wenhan's way of drinking, Yongshui and I can't stand it. In the 70s, liquor and beer were served by ticket, not with money. The two of us basically quit drinking in those years, and saved all for Wu Wenhan, relatives and friends around us, and found everything we could, but that's it, it's not enough for him to drink. ”

"It is estimated that Wu Wenhan also understands that we can't get too much wine for a while, so our shops, canteens and even residents' homes will throw some wine from time to time, we know that Wu Wenhan made it, and he is going to make a master key when he wants a bolt for Yongshui. When he was in the car factory, he made one, which didn't look complicated, but he could open the doors of all cars. But we have no other way, you have no chance to communicate with Wu Wenhan. Moreover, he doesn't want to hear you at all. In this way, it was not until the seventy-sixth year that the theft of alcohol stopped temporarily. ”

"Seventy-six years?" Hearing this, Da Jiang and Xiao Lei were stunned for a moment, Xiao Lei reacted faster, and hurriedly asked: "Is it because of the Tangshan earthquake?"

Du Zihui nodded, when the earthquake first occurred, everyone panicked, although some bungalows were down, but the damage was not serious. Everyone went to the road outside to set up an earthquake shed, and was busy cleaning up the muck, repairing the factory, and resuming production, so neither Du Zihui nor Li Yongshui noticed that Wu Wenhan had not appeared for a long time.

Later, they pondered that maybe everyone was living in an earthquake shed on the street, and Wu Wenhan felt that the target was too big and easy to be discovered, so he stayed in the hiding place. But in a blink of an eye, everyone left the earthquake shed and went back to live in the courtyard, but Wu Wenhan still did not appear. Du Zihui and Li Yongshui felt that the problem was a bit serious, so they put all the stored wine in the courtyard, but a week, a month, and half a year have passed, and the wine bottle has not been moved.

Du Zihui and Li Yongshui ran to the ancient well of the brewery and stayed up for a few nights, waiting. They shouted Wu Wenhan's name into the well for a long time, but there was no answer. Later, they had to accept their speculation that during the earthquake, there was a massive collapse of the well, and Wu Wenhan was buried inside. But the well was too deep, and the two of them had no tools to go down and check it. And according to the time of the earthquake, the underground has collapsed for more than half a year, and if Wu Wenhan is inside, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

The two of them wept bitterly at the well, and worshiped Wu Wenhan with all the wine they had stored before before leaving.

More than half a year passed, and Li Yongshui suddenly found a small tin box on his windowsill in the early morning, with a small gold bar in it, and a small note, on which only one word "wine" was written crookedly.

Wu Wenhan did not die, Li Yongshui excitedly found Du Zihui, and the two of them went around for a day, found more than a dozen bottles of liquor, and put them in the yard, waiting for Wu Wenhan's arrival.

After nightfall, the temperature in the courtyard dropped quickly, Li Yongshui and Du Zihui squatted in the courtyard, the people were already freezing and unconscious, and Wu Wenhan did not appear. Li Yongshui couldn't stand it, so he went back to the house to rest first, and discussed that he would come back for Du Zihui later, Du Zihui leaned against the door, leaned on the ground, and guarded the box of wine in the courtyard.

Du Zihui didn't know when he fell asleep, at about three o'clock in the morning, he was awakened by the sound of the impact of the wine bottle, and when he opened his eyes, he was frightened by Wu Wenhan in front of him.

Wu Wenhan was holding the cardboard box with difficulty and walking towards the courtyard gate. But compared with a year ago, Wu Wenhan seems to have aged a lot, his back is hunched even more, his head and neck seem to be unable to bear his own weight, and he is almost hanging to his chest. And the most important thing is the shape of his skull, as if it has been flattened, and even his facial features are squeezed out of shape.

The thick hair on his head and body began to fall off in large chunks in many places, revealing dark red blood scabs, and in some places there were long wounds, crisscrossed and crisscrossed, which looked shocking. The way he walked was even more strange, he was no longer limping, as if all the joints were deformed, and every time he moved his body, he had to adjust his center of gravity, and then he almost knelt on the ground, relying on the support of his knees and elbows, and moved slowly. It was like a long-term illness.

What surprised Du Zihui even more was that Wu Wenhan was holding the hand of the cardboard box. This hand is completely unrecognizable as a human hand, except for the hair, it is shaped as if it has been flattened, much thinner than ordinary people, and it has to be larger. It looked like a rusty shovel, especially the nails on it, black and long, twice the size of ordinary people, reflecting a pale blue glow in the deep dark night.

In short, Wu Wenhan in front of him made Du Zihui feel very strange, this strangeness does not come from the sense of alienation that he has not seen each other for a long time, but a sense of distrust between two different species that comes from his bones. Du Zihui didn't know how this feeling came about, but he could sense that something must be wrong with Wu Wenhan's body, maybe these problems were related to the time of the year he disappeared.

Du Zihui was bold, stepped forward, grabbed Wu Wenhan's wrist, and said to him: "Wenhan, you are very sick, you can't go, we have to go to the doctor tomorrow." ”

Wu Wenhan turned his face, his face was covered with hair thicker and longer than before, almost completely covering his eyes, and he couldn't see any expression, but his throat was constantly whirring, like a demonstration before an animal gets angry, and like an old man repeatedly saying "No, no" deep in his throat. ”

Du Zihui felt a huge force transmitted from his arm, which was just a break free action for Wu Wenhan, but for Du Zihui, it was like being hit on the wrist by a heavy hammer, Du Zihui almost flew out horizontally, and fell heavily on the blue brick floor in the courtyard. A chill poured down from head to toe, and Du Zihui felt that what was in front of him was no longer Wu Wenhan, but a beast with no emotion and no consciousness.

Wu Wenhan left, Du Zihui stumbled back into the house, and he saw Li Yongshui standing in front of the window, silently looking at the endless darkness outside the courtyard wall.

The two of them didn't sleep all night, and they were worried that Wu Wenhan, who was short of alcohol, would appear in the compound more and more frequently. When his meaning becomes less clear, he becomes more and more aggressive. And the person who bumped into Wu Wenhan couldn't tell if he was a human or a ghost, and in the end, there would be an encirclement and suppression of this drunken monster, and at that time, Li Yongshui and Du Zihui couldn't save it if they wanted to.

In the end, Du Zihui came up with a way to make up a myth of the god of wine. The story is very simple: before, the wine lost in the nearby residential area was the punishment for not toasting the god on weekdays.

This god of wine had helped the prosperous Dayang, Eryang dug a sweet well, this large saline-alkali land, there is only this sweet well, and then Dayang Eryang sacrifices five times a year, and worships the god of wine with good wine.

That god of wine is not like the legendary Zhang Guolao and Han Zhongli, on the contrary, he looks vicious and terrifying, with red hair, huge eyes and a huge mouth, and is extremely powerful, and can climb over the wall and eaves without a trace.

If you offend the god of wine, it is small to lose a few bottles of wine at home, and if you don't repent, there will be greater bad luck at the door.

Sacrificing to the god of wine is actually very simple, as long as there are important festivals, or there are happy events at home, a bottle of wine is placed at the gate of the courtyard, and it is considered to be worshipped. And the next morning, the wine at the door was gone, and it was taken away by the god of wine, which could ensure the safety of the whole year.

To be honest, the Dionysian legend made up by Du Zihui is very clumsy and full of loopholes. But at that time, there were indeed many old residents who bumped into Wu Wenhan in the middle of the night and saw him almost like a ghost. On the one hand, people are afraid of the unknowable, and on the other hand, they always have to find a way to say it, even if it is deviant, it is also a kind of psychological comfort. In addition, in those years, there were too many people who died unjustly, fought in martial arts, and couldn't think of committing suicide, and people would unconsciously believe in the will of heaven in the underworld and in the ethereal ghosts and gods.

(Shen Zi said: "If you see it clearly, people will prepare it; if you don't see it, people will be confused.") When they know it, they adorn it, and if they don't see it, they hide it. If they don't want to see, they will do it, and if they want to see, they will bait it. Therefore, I have no way of knowing, but I can regulate it if I do nothing. -- "Han Feizi")