I have to admit that I'm a bit more sensitive than the average person. Maybe it's a habit, I like to observe the details of things, some small things, and I can often make some unique discoveries from them, and this discovery will lead me in an unknown direction, like providence in the dark.

The ancients said that this is the invisible road of the road, the road of different paths to the same end, and the road of weight. I never compared myself to a philosopher, but I just believed in my instincts, and I was used to analyzing those fleeting intuitions, and this habit, in turn, made my sixth sense more than normal.

Just as we were discussing where Lu Panzi's extraordinary playing skills came from, I suddenly felt a unique gaze sweep behind me.

Gloomy, cold, curious, and wary, such a gaze hits the body, and there is something creepy. And I can almost confirm that the gaze was nailed to my back, and it didn't move again, and of course it could also fall on Mei Yujun and Xiao Quan on the other side.

Raising her eyes to look at Mei Yujun, she was talking to Xiao Quan about Xiao Lu's technical details, and occasionally imitated his movements, she was quite interested, and she didn't notice that gaze at all.

I jerked my head back, and my instinct told me that the gaze was coming from the bar door, the row or two of seats farthest from the stage.

It was even darker in that direction, with only the light in the corner of the wall indicating the location of the emergency passage, emitting a faint glow. There were pale yellow sconces on several concrete pillars, but at this point, the seats at the back were almost submerged in darkness as the lighting throughout the bar flickered to the rhythm of the show.

I rubbed my eyes, which were a little sore from the flickering and uncertain, and as I gradually adjusted to the darkness, I could vaguely make out that there were only four tables at the back of the bar, except for the passage to enter and exit, because of the location of the bathroom. The two tables against the wall swayed with a rare figure, and the gaze should have come from the table on the right.

"Xiaomei, do you know the person sitting at the table on the right side of the back row of passages?" I interrupted the exchange between Mei Yujun and Xiao Quan.

Mei Yujun looked at me in surprise, stood up, and quickly said, "Brother Chang, there is no one at that table, are you talking about the table on the left?" Those few are frequent customers of the bar, and they also play in a band. ”

I hurriedly looked back again, and sure enough, the table on the right was empty, there was not even a figure, and the cold gaze disappeared, and the stinging pain in the back was no longer there, was it my hallucination?

I got up and walked briskly towards the door, and after a few steps, I saw that the table was empty, but there was a half-drunk bottle of beer on the table, and in the ashtray in the center of the table, there was a half-cut cigarette butt that had just been crushed, and the last wisp of smoke stubbornly floated out.

I didn't have time to explain to Mei Yujun, so I hurried out of the door of the bar. Run through the narrow and winding alleyways, run through the musty staircase, and reach the street where the traffic is still busy.

Although it was nearly midnight, it was still lively. On the sidewalk next to the street, there is a night snack stall, the skewers, the stews, the fried snails spend more than ten meters, in front of the stalls, the night owls gather a lot, three or five in groups, eating is happy.

I tried to get my eyes past the crowd as I walked through the stalls, but I didn't see a single figure hurrying away.

Was it my nervousness? But the gaze I had just felt was so unusual, even threatening, that I was sure that it wasn't for the show. I smiled wryly and paced back to the bar.

As soon as they entered the door, Mei Yujun and Xiao Quan were chatting with a few young people at the table at the door.

"Sister Mei, I really didn't pay much attention, it must have come after us, just one person, it seems to be a black trench coat, quite old, with a little hunched back, and I really can't see my appearance. A young man scratched his head, trying to remember.

Soon, the long-haired waiter was also called.

"Just one person, not tall, wearing a black trench coat, with his collar still standing, covering his half-pulled face. But I'm quite old, at least in my sixties, and my wrinkles are very deep, and I don't look at me with Ben, I keep looking ahead, and I still wonder what about it, there are not many people clubbing at this age. ”

He asked for a bottle of beer, paid for the cash, and said a word from beginning to end, but his voice was very strange and very hoarse, and I wanted to go over and talk a few more words, but just a few tables of guests, busy, the man disappeared. ”

After listening to their descriptions, I still couldn't piece together a complete image in my mind, maybe it was just that I was nervous, and as the investigation deepened, my nerves became more and more tense, even if the alcohol and the intense music did not bring any relaxation.

After chatting with Mei Yujun for a few words, somehow, I talked about the effect of hallucinogenic mushrooms tomorrow when I was going to try the effect of hallucinogenic mushrooms, she suddenly became interested, and clamored to go to the small courtyard to see, with a posture of not going out of the bar if she didn't agree, my head was a little swollen, so I had to agree, and hurriedly pulled Xiao Lei and Lao Lin home.

When he left the bar, Mei Yujun didn't come out to deliver it, and Lu Panzi's performance seemed to have reached a climax, everyone stood up, swaying from side to side, and the people at the back table almost stood on the chairs. The bar was filled with smoke, making my old smoker who had smoked half my life a little dizzy, and I wonder how long this crazy rock party will last?

The next day, Xiao Lei talked to me on the phone early in the morning and went to Yunnan, while Lao Lin took Tang Mingjian to find a portrait of Zhao Guoding, and he arranged for someone to get a small mound mushroom from the evidence room and send it to my house.

The mound mushroom was sealed in a glass medicine bottle, only two centimeters long, it looked like it had lost too much water, and its skin was full of wrinkles, it should be the smallest of the batch that confiscated Tang Mingjian. I sat on a recliner in the courtyard and took a closer look.

It looks like the mushroom is not good-looking, thin, dark, and the umbrella cover has not been fully opened. I really can't imagine that this is already a rarity that can be sold for thousands of dollars on the black market.

Looking closely at the sun, I still noticed the special thing about the mound mushroom. First, its handle is covered with a dense grid, like a fish in a fishing net, and second, under the canopy, the mound mushroom is pale red, but it is densely covered with fine black hairs.

The most unique thing is that the surface of the umbrella cover of the mound mushroom has a lot of oval black dark lines, as if densely covered with large and small eyes, staring at me all the time, which makes people creepy.

I unscrewed the cap and a foul smell came over the surface. Although I was already mentally prepared, when this smell collided, my eyes suddenly darkened, and I couldn't imagine that such a small mushroom could emit such a strong smell.

I hurriedly closed the lid and opened the window to dissipate the smell of the room as soon as possible, wondering how to eat this mushroom, can those who take hallucinogenic mushrooms tolerate it?

"Chang, can't make up your mind? This taste really makes people unable to eat for a few days. When I was extremely entangled in my heart, Zeng Qian walked in quietly.

"You really don't need to verify the effect of this mushroom by tasting it, what kind of state will people have, in fact, it is written in textbooks. Zeng Qian covered her nose and handed me a book.

"Xiao Zeng, you are quite punctual, better than your family. I wanted to give it a try because this mound mushroom may be very different from ordinary hallucinogenic mushrooms, and maybe the effect is different for different people, and only by knowing what kind of hallucination it is, can we know if there is anyone who can control this hallucination. ”

My words obviously confused Zeng Qian, and her eyes reappeared with a clear and innocent brilliance, which was only when she was thinking.

"Old, your words are really good, but it is unlikely, it is possible to control a person with drugs, but it is impossible to control a person's hallucinations. She glanced at me quizzically.

"Xiao Zeng, time is the only criterion for testing the truth, let's make up my mind when I'm done eating. "I said that, but I couldn't help but shake my head when I thought of the pungent smell of the mushrooms.

Zeng Qian smiled at me, didn't speak, and went to the yard with a metal box the size of a handbag.

Soon, I understood what it meant to be professional. The round table in the courtyard had become her simple workbench, and in the metal box was a small microscope, which had been set up by her, and there were many large and small test tubes in the box, I don't know what they were used for.

She put on a mask and gloves and reached out to take away my glass bottle containing the mound mushrooms, presumably because of the mask, and the stench of the tsukashi mushrooms didn't seem to have any effect on her.

Zeng Qian carefully took out the mound mushroom with tweezers, and used a scalpel to cut a small piece from the umbrella cover and the mushroom handle, and the cut part was divided into several even small pieces and put into the test tube.

After that, a small piece of each piece was dropped with some different reagents and placed under a microscope for careful observation.

"Xiao Zeng, don't cut the mushrooms for me, otherwise what will I eat?" I told her, covering my nose.

"Then after I'm done researching that it can indeed be eaten, at least I want to know how to get you back in the event of an accident. Zeng Qian ignored me and made her observations seriously. At this time, I suddenly noticed that Zeng Qian had a few gray hairs on her sideburns, thinking about it, she is in her early thirties this year, and she has been doing field research for a long time, sleeping in the open air, and the traces carved by the years on her body are more obvious.

I really couldn't stand the smell of the mushrooms, so I simply went back to the house, thinking that I would try the mushrooms myself, but I was still a little apprehensive, so I simply took out the family tree and sat in the sunny yard to look through it.

(Those who have attained the love of life do not do what they do for life; those who have attained the love of life do not know what to do.) Cultivating the form must first be the object, and there is more than the thing and the form is not raised. There must be no separation from the form, and there are those who live and die without separation. It can't be stopped, and it can't be stopped. The people of the world think that the cultivation of the form is enough to survive, and the cultivation of the form and the fruit are not enough to survive, then the world is full of ridicule --Zhuangzi")