The story of the pot spirit giving up his life to destroy the alien race was passed down at that time, but Jing Santing told An Xiaoyu that such a story must be fake. Let's not talk about the details written in the story at all, it is impossible for anyone to pass them down, let's talk about such a thing as a pot spirit, and the eight achievements do not exist.

The story of the pot spirit helping the small farmers to make a fortune represents the good wishes of the peasant class in that era. Whether it was the ability to make rain from the sky out of thin air, or the magical power that belonged only to individuals, they were all produced in the difficult living environment at that time.

Does such a thing exist? No one can say, but there are many such stories from that era, but there is no evidence at all, and they have not been seen again for so many years, doesn't this explain the problem?

As for what pot spirit killed the alien race and saved the people of the city, An Xiaoyu knew these routines better. At that time, the humanist religion often did such anonymous good deeds, and in the end, people attributed the cause of death to various reasons.

However, the story of the pot spirit can be regarded as beginning from here, because of the romantic nature of the pot spirit, so it is often given other meanings. For example, the pot spirit is written as a wonderful fairy, and finally lives a fairy-like life with a scholar.

There are also people who have created a branch of divination in the name of the kettle spirit, and in short, after the emergence of a new thing, it is easy to be given a variety of cultural meanings, especially during such a long period of time. Until after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the story of Huling has been talked about.

Jing Santing's home also has a collection of some antique pots with legends, but in his opinion, the historical research value of these things is far greater than the use value, not to mention the pot spirit, the old man simply does not believe that a person can change a spirit body by treating things as his own grandson.

It wasn't until the rapid development of science and technology that such legends were completely forgotten, and they set their sights on the longer future, and began to lose their reverence for the legends of the past. So new legends were born under such circumstances, such as this one by Wu Youya.

Wu Youya is a horror novelist, so of course he doesn't write such romantic stories.

The story begins with a mason who picks up the parcel by the wrong one, only to find that it is not the vase he bought, but an antique pot. Maybe it was because the pot was beautiful, or maybe it was because the pot was cheaper than the vase, so he kept it for himself.

In the beginning, the masons were worried that someone would come to their door, and even moved so that the courier could not find his home. But slowly, he found that no one wanted to take the pot back to him, so he slowly became at ease.

The mason was a poor man who got up early and worked late every day just to support himself, let alone marry a wife. He is a person with little education, although he went to school, but he also deserted a lot when he went to school, so he came out to work before he finished high school.

Because he was too tired from work, he didn't have any pastime, so he liked to read novels. After reading the web novel, the mason felt relaxed physically and mentally. He has read many novels, all kinds of genres, including the story of the kettle spirit.

There are a lot of stories related to the kettle spirit in the online novel, among which of course there are some methods of raising the kettle spirit made up by the author, which are varied, and some of the settings are very professional, which makes people almost believe it after reading it.

The masons saw such a novel, well written. The author is a veteran collector, and he writes a lot of professional knowledge in the collecting world in the novel, and the mason has always admired such a person, and is naturally willing to believe what he says and writes stories.

He followed the identification method in the novel and began to observe the pot he had reached. Who doesn't want to be able to fly to the sky? You have something like this at hand, so of course you need to take a good look. As a result, it didn't matter, but it turned out that this pot was an antiquity.

So according to the method of raising the pot spirit in this novel, the mason began to meditate every day, took time to communicate with the pot, and even added a few chattering communication groups. Hearing that someone inside was talking nonsense that he had raised a pot spirit, he was even more convinced, believing that he would also succeed one day.

But all the efforts were in vain, the pot spirit did not appear, and the mason wasted his rest time because he had to meditate and communicate with the pot at night. He worked during the day and didn't sleep at night, and finally one day he fell off the wall and broke one of his legs.

The contractor did not count him as a work-related injury, and prevaricated him for various reasons, not only did not reimburse him for his medical expenses, but also deducted his salary this time. The treatment of his leg injury had cost the mason almost all of his savings, and when he returned home, he wept bitterly when he thought about his future life.

For the last time, he put his hope on the kettle spirit, hoping that the kettle spirit he had cultivated for so many days could help him. As a result, the next day he found the garrison, but was thrown out by the guards who colluded with the contractor, and was charged with disturbing social order.

Frustrated, the mason threw the pot into the corner when he got home, never expecting to raise a pot spirit and quit all communication groups. By the time he healed from his leg injury, he was about to run out of money to eat. I went out to look for a job, but I found that I couldn't find it at all.

People say that he is a broom star, and someone has to have an accident in any project he goes. People in the construction business especially believe in this statement, and would rather believe it than believe it! And it's just a mason, who is going to do it? Why do I have to ask you?

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The mason, who couldn't find a job, had to change careers to do odd jobs, barely able to scrape together the rent and his own living expenses, saving money every day, hoping to find another job and settle down. But still no one wants him.

The masons began to give up, began to scrap, and spent all day doing odd jobs, and then used all the money to buy alcohol, and paralyzed themselves with drunkenness. After a year of living like this, he almost forgot about the existence of the pot spirit, and he didn't have the heart to read any more novels.

Suddenly, one day, when he fell on the ground, he hit a cardboard box that had been sitting in the corner for an unknown amount of time. At the beginning, because the pot that had been delivered to him by the wrong courier rolled out, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have started to get more and more unlucky since he got this pot.

The mason, accustomed to complaining, put all his misfortunes on the pot, and he raised it high, intending to break him, but it occurred to him that the pot looked like an antique when it first looked at it. Sold antiques, still worried about no money?

Thinking of this, the mason happily took the item to a very famous local shop, only to be told that it was a fake.

The masons did not believe it, and almost frantically demanded that they identify it again, and the appraiser, of course, was sure that it was a fake, but a very modern one, and that such a fake could be bought on the Internet in many different manufacturers, and there was no need to doubt it at all.

The security guard sent the mason and his pot out of the antique shop, and the mason returned to the rental house like a walking corpse, finally starting to die. He has no money, no future, and no future. Suddenly, he smashed the pot and threw it into the garbage.

Maybe it was because he broke the pot, or maybe it was because the time was coming, and the next day an old friend approached him and asked him if he would be interested in continuing to work as a mason. Of course he would, so he went to the construction site the next day and got a new job.

The work became more and more smooth, and in his thirties, the mason finally became a foreman, and then entered the Yijia company and hung up a formal position. By the time he was in his forties, he had become a small leader, had his own house, and lived near the factory.

Next, he may have to find a wife.

The enthusiastic eldest sister in the company introduced that a beautiful girl met with him. The girl was not very old, at least much younger than him, and she looked very lovely in her early twenties, and he always felt a very familiar feeling when he saw her.

The two looked at each other and began to fall in love.

When a person in his forties and a girl in his twenties fall in love, of course, it has caused a lot of gossip. But he's not afraid, what hasn't happened to him? The face is used for a fart. So their feelings heated up with his efforts, and finally he took the girl to his room.

After some rejoicing, the two of them fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, because he drank too much water, the mason got up from the bed and went to the toilet, but he didn't find the girl next to him. He thought the girl had gone to the toilet too, so he went outside. But after taking a few steps, I suddenly stepped on something sharp.

He screamed loudly, quickly lifted his injured foot, looked down and looked down at the faint moonlight, and it was actually a piece of broken porcelain.

How can there be broken porcelain tiles on the ground? The mason was puzzled.

He slowly looked not far away, but found a fragment of the pot, which was the pot he had broken back then. He even remembered the pot shattering, and the way all the pieces were scattered was the same as it is now. The mason walked to the side of the pot suspiciously, and suddenly the back of the head was struck viciously.

The mason threw himself to the ground, only to feel his neck and body pressed to the ground, and he turned his head frantically to see who was attacking him.

A hideous face appeared in front of him, and the young woman who was as gentle as water had turned into a ghost, her cold hands pinched around his neck, and she shouted loudly to break him to pieces, and to make him repay the grievances that broke her body and did not let her be completely formed.

Only then did he suddenly realize that it had been more than 20 years since he smashed the pot?

Feeling unable to breathe, the mason struggled and fell to the ground and died of a heart attack. By the time he was discovered, his body had already begun to decompose. The inside of the room has been disguised as a burglary, and there is a little less belongings, but no other people were found at the scene.

Just as the garrison was about to settle the case, Detective Shook reappeared.

The little police officer said helplessly: "Wu Youya has a grudge against the garrison, right?" Why is it that the garrison in every story is so incompetent, and there is such a scene of collusion with the contractor, which may have happened many years ago? ”

Indeed, as the little police officer said, the style of the guards is now too good to be good. All security personnel must carry a device to detect biological signals with them, so as to ensure the safety of the security guards, and at the same time, they can also access the monitoring records when necessary.

Of course, this device is mandatory to carry, and if you don't bring it three times, you can be directly expelled from the police. Because of this guarantee, the vicious cases of sneak attacks by the guards who took advantage of the work of the guards have almost disappeared, and the corruption and perversion of the law by the guards have basically been eliminated.

An Xiaoyu said with a smile: "What you said is really right, Wu Youya may really have a grudge against the garrison." ”

Qu Shuanghua also knew about this: "You hadn't been transferred when you investigated Wu Youya at that time, so I didn't know much. Wu Youya has a son, because of the divorce, Wu Youya's son has been alone since elementary school, because Wu Youya's legs can't move! ”

"At that time, Wu Youya was not a writer, and it was very time-consuming and laborious to rush the manuscript every day, and he had no experience, and he took care of the children alone, so he was negligent. Wu Youya's son mixed with others in society like this, and the more he got mixed up, the deeper he got in, and he was finally killed by the guards. ”

"Huh?" The little police officer was taken aback: "That's not to say that Wu Youya is also suspicious." ”

Qu Shuanghua nodded: "Of course Wu Youya is suspicious, but people have an alibi, his wheelchair is high-tech, and the detection of life status is directly connected to the hospital host." This man doesn't take a day out of the house, everything is bought online, and the rest is to write novels. ”

"In fact, Wu Youya's son didn't have to be killed, but he was used to block the gun. Since then, Wu Youya has no thoughts, except for writing stories, he wastes his life, and he has no friends. And he has a lot of opinions about the garrison, he thinks that the quality of the garrison is not high enough, otherwise his son would not die. ”

"How could he think that?" The little police officer said: "The quality of the guards is all trained, and we don't want to have an accident!" ”

"No, he's right." Qu Shuanghua said: "It was because the quality of the guards was not high enough that his son died." Do you know who killed his son back then? ”

The little police officer seemed to notice that things were not very simple, and asked carefully, "Who?" It can't be the captain, right? ”

"How old was then?" Qu Shuanghua rolled her eyes: "It's my father!" Your Captain. ”

"Huh?" The little police officer felt that he already knew too much, and he was afraid that he would not be promoted in this life. No, I'm not going to be transferred to the road for duty, am I?

Just when the little police officer was thinking nonsense, An Xiaoyu had already put the electronic board back: "Are you sure that Wu Youya is not suspicious?" ”

Qu Shuanghua nodded: "The equipment on the wheelchair can't be faked, and Wu Youya's communication records also prove that he has no possibility of buying a murderer at all, and all the money flows are also very open, all of them are transferred through one account, and there are no other trading accounts." ”

"But he wrote two murder novels." An Xiaoyu put the two novels on the same light screen, on the website of Wu Youya's serialized novels.

Suddenly, the little police officer exclaimed, "Team Qu! Oh no! Wu Youya has published a novel again! ”

"What?" Qu Shuanghua and An Xiaoyu suddenly became vigilant, opened Wu Youya's new news, and sure enough, they saw a newly written novel. Qu Shuanghua smiled bitterly and said, "It shouldn't be that every article is a murder notice, right?" That gangster is too arrogant. ”

"Anyway, let's investigate first." Ann whispered.

The little police officer was helpless: "The last time it was Jingxi, the whole country is so big, how can you check?" You can't have a national census, right? ”

An Xiaoyu shook her head: "To be able to do such a meticulous crime is definitely not an ordinary person." Such a person is rare at all, and if he really wants to commit a crime in such a short time, he will definitely not leave the neighborhood. It's either the imperial capital or Siwei Province, check the clueless cases reported this week. ”

Qu Shuanghua is even more professional: "The case of living alone, 30 to 50 years old, murder in a closed room, and finding a relatively long time before the death event is compared with the storyline in this novel." The death in the story is cut by the glass that was blown open by the old lamp, and he bleed to death from excessive bleeding, which should be easy to find. ”

Later members of the garrison quickly sprang into action, entering the qualifications into the archives, retrieved all the files in the vicinity, and began to carefully sift through them.

Sure enough, not long after, a guard raised his head and shouted, "Team Qu! Found one! Damn, there are people who use old-fashioned glass tubes now! ”

In this society, glass lighting has been largely replaced. Although there are still people who like to use glass lamps, and some people on the Internet say that the lamp that generates heat is the most suitable lighting light for human use, but not many people believe it.

As a result, there was such a person who was killed by the glass that was blown up by the old lamp.

The case file is clearly written, and the corpse fell next to the fork ladder, and the preliminary conclusion was that the carotid artery was cut by the explosive light when the lamp was changed, and then fell to the ground and hit the head and fainted, and finally the blood ran out and did not wake up, miserable.

Again, no clues were found, and no one else was indicated. But the weirdest thing about this incident is that the deceased didn't seem to buy another lamp before his death, so what did he want to replace it with at that time?

And how can a broken lamp explode? Isn't this the hell?

An Xiaoyu was actually a little skeptical: "The glass tube and this kind of thing are thousands of years old, will it explode like this by itself?" ”

"Inferior lamps are possible, right?" The little police officer said: "Because the benefits of glass lighting are basically gone, there are not many factories willing to produce." It's usually done by small factories, or simply illegal workshops, for all kinds of peddling, such as health rumors on the Internet......"

An Xiaoyu understood: "Inferior lights, isn't it in the fakes sold by those people from Beijing?" ”

The little police officer looked at the file, looked up at Qu Shuanghua and An Xiaoyu, and nodded with difficulty.

"It seems that it's time to talk to Wu Youya."