Du Zihui's Dionysian theory unconsciously spread in the community, and people naturally classified many unexplained peculiar phenomena into the story of Dionysus. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info streets and alleys, and there are more and more people secretly discussing this matter. Since then, Li Yongshui and Du Zihui have begun to place wine bottles at the door of their homes, respectfully offering sacrifices, and looking for people when there are many people, for fear that others will not be able to see them.

Du Zihui is the old director of the No. 3 Automobile Factory, and his status is somewhat semi-official, and Li Yongshui is an old worker in the factory, and he has some prestige among the workers, and they take the lead in sacrificing to the god of wine.

Later, people who had good things to do really hid in front of Li Yongshui and Du Zihui's houses in the middle of the night to see where the wine for the wine sacrifice to the god of wine had gone? But many people saw a black shadow covered in red hair, wrapped in a wine bottle, and disappeared like the wind, and since these people didn't have the courage to chase it, they had to tell it as a thriller story for the first two days.

The biggest function of folk oral transmission is to continue to amplify, the more evil is crossed, the more the existence of the god of wine becomes a sure fact, and then the focus of the spread becomes those who do not worship the god of wine, all kinds of unlucky and evil things. Only Li Yongshui and Du Zihui understand in their hearts that these are blind connections chasing after the wind and shadows, and I am afraid that there is no real thing, because Wu Wenhan has the matter of stealing wine, but there is absolutely no such thing as coming out to scary people and adding to the disaster in the people's homes, and he has no ability to do so.

But this could not affect the spirit of Dionysus in the slightest, and in those days, who did not say wrong things and do wrong things with a clear conscience? Who did not bury justice and conscience in the bottom of their hearts and turn a blind eye? Soon, like an infectious disease, sacrificing to Dionysus became the sustenance of many people's peace of mind, and became a way of repentance, and more and more people put a bottle of liquor on the door of their homes, and even some people offered fruit bowls and snacks. It's not addictive to just putting wine on the table, it's not religious, and some people order incense and burn some paper, but the image of the god of wine is too scary, otherwise the statue of the god will come out.

In short, in this god-making movement, Wu Wenhan evolved into the god of wine, and his actions at night in this bungalow area became safe and efficient, and for a long time, he no longer had to worry about finding wine, but Li Yongshui and Du Zihui had fewer and fewer opportunities to meet him.

Du Zihui said this, the mobile phone in Da Jiang's purse suddenly rang, and it was very sharp in the silent small restaurant, Da Jiang took out the mobile phone and saw that it was Lao Xue's phone, he quickly got up, walked to the corner of the restaurant, and answered the phone.

Lao Xue's excited voice came from the other side of the phone: "Dajiang, it's dug through, there is a tunnel more than thirty meters long, come over quickly, you definitely can't imagine what we found inside, and Secretary Zhang They are already on their way over, hurry up." ”

Da Jiang answered twice and hung up the phone, if he hadn't come to Siyouju and hadn't listened to Li Yongshui and Du Zihui tell the story of the god of wine, Lao Xue's call would definitely make him extremely excited, and he couldn't wait to run to the well immediately. But knowing how Wu Wenhan changed from an intellectual to a god of wine step by step, he was already interested in the discovery of that well. Nothing seemed to be able to sting Oe's curiosity, and his heart became like a stone, cold and desperate pressed against his chest.

For fate, Dajiang has never lowered his head, and he has also broken his head and blood, and his body is covered with bruises, but he can always see the sun through the clouds, and the clouds are light and the wind is light. He can give himself countless reasons, take a step back, or even take another step back, as long as he can think about it, what hurdle can't he overcome?

But these life experiences pale in front of Wu Wenhan's story. Wu Wenhan's suffering, Dajiang thought to himself that if it fell on him, he would have the heart to die a hundred times. The destruction of the cause, the insult of personality, the isolation of society, the destruction of the body, man-made disasters accompanied by natural disasters, the hope of life for a while, but it becomes meaningless to die in an instant, Dajiang really can't figure out, what is supporting Wu Wenhan?

If this is the will of heaven, life is also bitter, and death is also bitter, is it true that there is only one way to go?

Da Jiang was thinking wildly, but when he saw Li Yongshui holding up his cup, he saluted himself: "Jiang Da is busy, and he still finds time to listen to our two old men talk for an afternoon." Originally, I discussed with Lao Du and planned to bring the story of the god of wine to Babaoshan, but when I heard you talk about Juan Bei that day, I suddenly felt that we might have thought about a lot of things before, so I decided to tell you about Wu Wenhan, hoping that you can write a wonderful novel, and I will not waste his persistence for so many years. Jiang University writer, I will take Wu Wenhan to pay tribute to you with this glass of wine. ”

Li Yongshui held the wine glass in both hands, with tears in his eyes, solemnly touched it with Dajiang, and drank it in one gulp. Da Jiang also drank it all, and said in a deep voice: "Li Lao, Du Lao, you can trust me, tell me the secret you have hidden for decades, I must write this story seriously, not only the story of Wu Wenhan, but also the car factory, the brewery, and the story of Da Yang and Er Yang, all of which are written, and on the day the book is completed, I will invite the second elder to have a good drink." ”

Xiao Lei, who had not spoken next to him, asked Li Yongshui with the help of everyone clinking glasses and drinking: "Old man Li, a few days ago, a floating corpse was found in the brewing tank of the brewery, I don't know if you know, but there is a sentence I don't know whether to ask, how do I think this floating corpse is very similar to the god of wine you said?"

Li Yongshui sighed, "Why don't you know? Everyone thinks that the god of wine is a god, but we know that the god of wine is a person, counting, Wu Wenhan is also sixty-seven this year, and there is always a time when he is tired of hiding for half his life, besides, since the year of the earthquake, we all suspect that there is something wrong with his brain, he doesn't know people, he only knows wine, this day is a relief for him, at least he didn't let people be treated as monsters, and died under the muzzle of the gun and the stick." Drowning in a vat, how free and easy? Isn't it the best ending for Dionysus?"

Li Yongshui's words were desolate, and when they came out of Siyouju, Da Jiang and Xiao Lei didn't say anything for a long time, but just walked quickly in the direction of the brewery. At this time, the sun has set in the west, and when it is time to get off work, there are more people coming and going on the road, cars, bicycles, and pedestrians are mixed together, and it is very lively. Da Jiang had a strange feeling at this time, as if he was transparent, no one could see it in the crowd, but he could carefully observe people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, maybe this is Wu Wenhan's perspective for so many years, right?

Walking through the bungalow area, Dajiang turned his head and asked Xiao Lei: "Xiao Lei, in the story told by Li Yongshui, the earthquake in 76 was a turning point, after the earthquake, they and Wu Wenhan had no actual communication, and many things in the period were more like a tacit understanding between them, a kind of protection, but from 76 to now, 20 years have passed, a long time, what happened to Wu Wenhan, Li Yongshui and they don't know, I always feel that there are still things during this period, what do you think?"

Xiao Lei tilted his head and thought about it, subconsciously slowed down, and said slowly: "A while ago, I had a friend who was a psychiatrist, and he told me about a Western psychological experiment. This experiment is called the demon-making experiment, and it is actually a study of people's tolerance for loneliness and boredom. The experimenters kept each of the five volunteers in a completely sealed and soundproof room, none of which had any possibility of communicating with the outside world, some had only a pen and paper, some had only a Bible in their room, and some had only one radio that could not receive anything but the sound of electromagnetic interference. The experiment required everyone to persevere for seven days, and before entering the room, each volunteer underwent a detailed psychological test, and after seven days, another test was done to compare the psychological effects of the closed environment. ”

But by the fifth day of the experiment, some volunteers had already shown symptoms of mental breakdowns, mania, and even self-harm. One of the volunteers even stuck a pencil in his eye socket. The experimenter realized that the experiment had gotten out of control and terminated the experiment, but when he pressed the button and opened the locked door, the volunteers ran out of the room and met in the corridor, not having the joy of reuniting after a long absence, but instead began to torture and kill each other as if they had seen enemies, completely unconscious, very crazy and bloody. Even the body structure and cognitive style of the killer have changed. ”

"A total of three volunteers died in this experiment, and the two who survived also became manic, so this experiment is called the demon-making experiment. Later, the archives of the experiments were sealed, and the U.S. government has since banned similar experiments. But the results of this experiment have revealed some secrets of human psychology, for example, many of people's spiritual roles are social, or even given by society, and people collapse quickly if they are detached from social attributes. For another example, the psychological impact of small and isolated spaces on people far exceeds the physical impact, and some people have even put forward the theory of psychological death. In addition, after a long period of social isolation, people will lose their social personality and will not be able to return to their original social organization at all. ”

Da Jiang stopped, turned his head to look at Xiao Lei, and thought to himself, will the story of the god of wine itself have any mental impact on the listener, right? No wonder after listening to Li Yongshui's story, he has been depressed. But a story that can make people listen to depression must be a good story.

(Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering.) The color of the relics is not different from the emptiness, and the emptiness is not different from the color. Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. The same is true of what you want to do. Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita. There is no obstacle in the heart, no obstacle in the way, no terror. Far from upside-down dreams, nirvana. -- Heart Sutra)