I thought about it, I haven't actually seen this Medara, and I'm not sure if there is an underground parking lot, I just heard Xiao Bo mention it. So there's no way to start in the middle, it's too messy.

And the horse in front of me obviously had a hungry expression, as if a beast had seen its prey. I don't know if scholars like them come across something that interests them.

Seeing that I was hesitating, Ma Jian also realized that he was a little out of shape, so he waved his hand and said, "Don't mind, I have been studying this ancient creature and these rare species for many years. These things are even more precious than my life. So you mentioned Medara, and I'm also interested. ”

Later, I learned that this Ma Jian was really an academic madman, he was married once when he was young, and then his wife couldn't stand him studying academics every day and snubbed herself, so she divorced him. He has lived for many years and has not given birth to children, and later Ma Jian has never been married. Although he is very insightful academically, his research on paleontology and ancient architecture is also at the forefront of the country. But he is indifferent to fame and fortune, has published many papers, and all of them sign the names of his students, so many of his students are more famous in China than him.

After listening to Ma Tan's words, I nodded and asked him, "Professor Ma, do you believe in feng shui?" ”

Without any hesitation, Ma Tan replied, "I believe it." ”

I then asked, "Do you believe in ghosts and gods?" ”

"I believe it."

Ma Yan's answer was beyond my expectations. I have the impression that, in general, people who study science have always disbelieved in these things. Could it be that this Ma Tan is really an alternative?

Ma Tan looked at me in surprise and explained, "The so-called Feng Shui and ghosts and gods are just another title. In ancient times, the gods said that it could be classified as sacrifices, and the gods were entrusted with the wind and rain. And feng shui is reflected in many famous ancient buildings, feng shui is not all superstition. The wisdom of the ancients, I am afraid that we today have not fully comprehended it. And the ghost is actually a kind of spirit, a kind of energy beyond the scope of normal understanding after death, saying that he is a ghost is a ghost, and saying that he is a spirit is a spirit. So don't be too strict about these words, it's all up to your own understanding......"

Ma Jian talked endlessly, and said a lot of academic terms, which I listened to as if I were listening to a book from heaven.

However, my heart moved, seeing that this Ma Jian was very accomplished in this area, I told him about it, maybe I could ask him to help save the third uncle and Liang Yue. After all, Namedhara may be somewhere in the underground parking lot, and if he wants to find Medara, it is also a matter of luck to save the two of them.

So I told Ma Tan about the matter of Tianyou Square, and the situation of Xiao Bo about Medara.

What I didn't expect was that when I talked about Medara, Ma Jian didn't have much reaction. On the contrary, he became more interested in the strange sound of the flute.

After I finished speaking, Ma Jian asked directly: "You mean, the sound of the flute has the effect of tempting people's minds and driving corpses?" ”

I nodded: "I felt like it was the sound of the flute, I almost jumped off the building, and I saw with my own eyes that the corpse could move and attack people." then

Indeed, there was the sound of a flute. If it is not a coincidence, it can only be said that it is a corpse controlled by the sound of a flute. ”

After hearing this, Ma Tan fell into deep thought.

He paced up and down the room, thirty or fifty times, and my head was dizzy. Finally, Ma Jian stopped suddenly, his face appeared happy, and he said to himself: "Could it be a human bone flute?" ”

I was stunned for a moment and hurriedly asked, "What is a human bone flute?" ”

Ma Jian waved his hand: "You wait for me, we will set off for Tianyou Square immediately." ”

I looked out the window, and it was approaching evening, so I reminded him, "Professor Ma, it will take nearly an hour for us to drive over there, and it's already dark over there." There......"

As if he hadn't heard, Ma Jian was completely immersed in his emotions. He turned and opened a nearby door and walked in.

I couldn't follow up, so I had to wait outside.

The inner room was separated from the outside by a window, and the curtains blocked it, but there was a gap.

I was curious, so I looked through the gap.

Inside it seems to be a laboratory, with bottles and jars on tables and cabinets, and some animal and plant specimens inside.

I took a few looks, and I thought that the specimens in those jars were all novel. Whether it's animals or plants, I've basically never seen them, let alone know them. Once again, I felt that I was still too lonely in many ways.

I looked at it, and suddenly I saw that in the corner of the table, there was a glass jar, as if it had just been put up, and it was not placed with the others.

Isn't that what is in there just a spinning top?

And this ink top, I'm sure, is the one that my third uncle and I picked up from that deserted building. Because now the leaves of the ink spinning top in the jar have been burned, and only the dead branches and pages remain. This grass, we were going to burn it with fire. As a result, when it was burning, a man rushed out of the shadows and snatched it.

I looked at that person from the back, just like this Professor Ma, but at that time, the third uncle and I didn't dare to confirm it, and I thought about asking Professor Ma later. As a result, I went directly to Tianyou Group later, and I didn't care about it.

Now that I've seen the ink top here again, I'm a little dumbfounded.

At this time, Ma Jian changed his clothes and walked out of it, still carrying a leather bag. He saw me looking inside, and leaned over to look through the gap in the curtains.

Only then did I feel him standing behind me, and hurriedly withdrew his body.

Ma Jian saw what was inside, and he understood what I was paying attention to. He didn't mind, and said directly, "I'm sorry, that ink top was snatched from you." This plant is so rare that it was a pity to burn it like that. I didn't have time to say hello at the time, so I had to make this decision, which was really against the identity of a scholar, and the little brother smiled......"

It can be seen that Ma Yan's obsession with academics is beyond imagination. Thinking about the time when he grabbed this flower, he was even a little cute. What else can I say about such a person?

I hurriedly waved my hand: "Professor Ma, at that time, the third uncle and I were also afraid that there would be trouble if we kept this thing, if you have a better way to place it, we will definitely give it up."

Concessionary. ”

Ma Tan nodded: "I know what you mean. This flower is extremely valuable and of high academic and medical value. There's nothing wrong with it in itself, it's just that it's been used as a ghost seedling, and now it's lost its usefulness. There's no way to resurrect it, it's just a specimen to me. That's why I'm so excited when I hear the news of the ink top again. ”

I haven't been in contact with Ma Jian for a long time, and I feel that this is an interesting old man. All his actions may seem strange at times, but his ultimate goal will come down to his academics. So speaking of which, his mind is simpler, such a person, no matter what he does, it seems that you will not be hated.

Without further ado, Ma Jian seemed to be in a hurry than me, took me out of the office building, and urged me to leave quickly.

I drove from Shenzhen to the neighboring city again. Fortunately, the road is relatively simple and can be found without navigation. Along the way, Ma Jian didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't say much.

I remembered that when I was in his office, the word human bone flute was mentioned, and he reacted very much. So while driving, I asked him, "Professor Ma, what is the human bone flute, you seem to be very interested." ”

Ma Tan leaned on the back of the co-pilot's seat, and did not answer my words directly, but muttered inexplicably: "Why is the country so silent, and no one plays the flute under the moon......"

"What?" I didn't understand and asked.

Ma Jian explained: "The human bone flute is a kind of bone flute, a kind of human bone magic instrument, and a kind of artwork. It has a Tibetan name called Gangdong. It is usually made from the calf bone of a 16-year-old girl, partially coated in silver or copper. The sound of blowing is sharp and piercing, like a girl crying, very terrifying......"

My body trembled when I heard this, and I made a flute out of a girl's leg bones, which in itself sounded terrible. I thought back to it, and the sound of the flute I heard in the basement and on the rooftop seemed to be not all shrill and harsh, but more often muffled.

Before I could ask, Ma Jian continued, "Taklamakan Sea of Death. This world-famous desert was extremely prosperous a thousand years ago, and many prosperous ancient countries such as Tilan, Loulan, and Niya were born successively. Legend has it that in 1118 A.D., a monk in the ancient kingdom of Tiran made a mysterious human bone flute for the king of the time. The king loved music, and when he got this man's bone flute, he couldn't put it down and played it every day. He also ordered all other musical instruments in the whole country to stop playing and listen to this man's bone flute alone. But every time the king played the man's bone flute at night, someone died. More and more people died, from inside the palace to outside the palace. In the end, even the king himself was not spared, and the whole country died, and the ancient kingdom of Tiran was destroyed. But under the moon, the sharp and piercing sound of the bone flute has been blowing. It's not people who are blowing, but thousands of unjust souls crying...... So there is a poem about why the country is silent, and no one plays the flute under the moon. ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but ask, "Professor Ma, do you mean that the flute I heard was made of the girl's leg bones?" ”

Ma Jian shook his head: "The human bone flute is derived from that legend, and it is true

It is made from the bones of a human leg. Legend has it that the leg bones of different people make bone flutes with different sounds and functions. And the reason why this human bone flute is strange is not only because of the human bones, but also because the soul of the dead is attached to it. The bone flute that comes out of this way can work. Judging from your description, the bone flute in Tianyou Square has the function of breathtaking people, as well as the function of driving the corpse to action. This kind of bone flute, I am sure, the soul attached to it must be very old, and it should not be the soul of a modern person. ”

"Not the soul of a modern man?" I thought about Ma Yan's words, and suddenly thought of a possibility. I slammed the brakes. Ma Tan was almost blown out by me, thanks to his seatbelt in the passenger seat.

(End of chapter)

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