There are two ways to tell about events, one is to follow, that is, to tell everyone honestly about the things around you, including certain thoughts and feelings at a certain moment; The other is a retrospective, summarizing the experience of this time and telling everyone.

Following tends to be more intuitive and more emotional. The retrospective is often more comprehensive, and the cause and effect will be clearer in retrospect.

But there is also a difficulty in retrospective, that is, when the narrative is first narrated, it always feels inextricably linked, and I don't know where to start.

Moreover, the things to be talked about are closely related to the bizarre demise of the Western Night Kingdom in the Tang Dynasty, the identity of the visitors from hell, and the later Yan Shen detective case.

After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to use a list of explanations and tell you the key information one by one at the beginning. Because some of the information I also felt was useless, but it had a direct impact on the subsequent crisis of the city.

First of all, I want to talk about the "Yan Shen Detective Series" circulating on the Internet.

Some students may have read the mystery novels of the "Yan Shen Detective Series", but what I want to say here is that it is just a story made up by some of my unreliable cousins.

But what everyone doesn't know is that this detective series actually has a prototype, and I am the prototype of the hero.

Secondly...... Let's introduce myself seriously.

My surname is Yan, the name of the pile, the pile of the charging pile, is the prototype of the protagonist of the "Yan Shen Detective" series.

But at that time, the name had nothing to do with the charging pile.

I was born in Qiling Province and am a native of Qiling. My hometown is in a small village in the south of the province, and about 80 percent of the people in the village have the surname Yan.

There is also a custom in the village, that is, according to the five elements of "gold, wood, water, fire, and earth" to typeset. In my generation, it happened to be the word next to the word "wood".

Probably the Yan family has excellent fertility, and by the time my mother was pregnant, the remaining wooden characters in the "Xinhua Dictionary" were almost insufficient.

So as soon as I landed, my father hurried to the patriarch to get his name, but he happened to bump into the second uncle of the same clan at the door.

"Second brother, what are you doing here?" Father asked inexplicably.

"Your second sister-in-law was born prematurely!" The second uncle patted his thigh and said, "I gave birth to a boy!" No, I'm going to come up with a name. ”

"There are two more words on the side of the wooden word - a '桄' and a 'pile'." The patriarch looked at the two new fathers, held his reading glasses and said.

"Which 'stub' and which 'pile'?" The second uncle asked anxiously.

"'桄' is the '桄' of '桄nut', it is a kind of tree, and this 'pile' is the 'pile' of 'wood pile'."

"My family wants to be '桡'! We can't be stupid wooden stakes! The second uncle shouted anxiously.

My father didn't want me to be a wooden stake, but he didn't like to argue with others, so he had to come back with the word "stake". He hurried home dejected, and as soon as he entered the house, he heard my mother and I crying.

"What's wrong?" Father Rokugami asked without a master.

"I just held the baby to breastfeed, and I didn't know where a piece of glass stubble flew in, and it poked into the child's head!"

My father was startled, and he quickly leaned down and carefully tugged at my head for a long time.

"It's okay, not even a wound - you're dazzled, aren't you?"

When my mother heard this, she stopped crying and turned my head left and right to check.

"Maybe it's a dazzle, but there's a shiny glass stubble......"

"Forget it, you see, the children are asleep." My father patted me, then took out a piece of red paper from his pocket, on which were written the words "Yan Pian".

"This is the name assigned to the children - the stake of the wooden stake."

"The stake is good, the stake is good, and the stake is not afraid of glass stubble poke." My mother burst into tears and laughed, and kept snoring in my head.

That's how I got the nickname "Wooden Stake" from a young age.

Later, in fact, my mother was still suspicious, and when she was seven years old, she was still not at ease, so she secretly took me to the hospital for a CT scan.

"Doctor, is there anything in his head? Like glass stubble or something. ”

"What?! Don't talk nonsense, the child is very good! The doctor looked at the film and said.

The mother finally put her mind at ease.

Both parents are ordinary people, and they run a small workshop while farming. There is only one thing that is produced in the workshop, and that is the drawer rod used on the toilet bowl.

An ordinary family raised an ordinary me. Ever since I was a child, I didn't seem to have anything to do with the word "ordinary".

Study, work, luck, and everything could be measured with a ruler, and I would always seem to be standing on the middle scale.

Qiling is a good place, it is surrounded by mountains and seas, beautiful rivers and rich land. Because of its natural geographical barrier, several dynastic changes and wars in history have not destroyed the traditions inherited on this land.

Therefore, the Qiling people have relocated since ancient times. Because of the genes of Qiling people, I have never left Qiling half a step, whether it is going to school or working.

Even this, I am as ordinary as 80% of the locals.

I went to university in Weiyang City, Qiling Province, and then stayed to work for a local cultural company – as I said before, I was a well-known "honest person" in the company, and what I did every day was to "mend the pot" and "carry the pot".

Sometimes I feel depressed, but I have no choice but to compromise for my work, because I still have to earn money.

As for the purpose of my savings, it is actually very primitive, that is, to pay off the mortgage and marry a daughter-in-law.

I know that when it comes to this, you may have some questions.

That's an ordinary, ordinary, and aspiring guy like me, and it seems that the eight poles have nothing to do with the word "detective".

So, how could I be the prototype of the male protagonist of the "Yan Shen" detective? What is the truth of the "Yan Shen" detective case? Is the detective more fantastical and thrilling than the stories in the novel?

What I want to say is that there are no absolutes in the world, and things must be the opposite.

If a person is hopelessly ordinary, he will inevitably have a strong desire from the bottom of his heart, that is, the desire to be involved in some troubled incident.

And if you don't forget, there will be an echo.

So, after a long period of dullness, not only did I meet a mysterious visitor to hell and get a strange pamphlet, but I was suddenly caught up in a series of infinite events!

For example, a mysterious beauty who is familiar and strange suddenly appears in front of me, and I have to live under the same roof with her.

......

As I said earlier, I am frugal in order to save money to marry a wife.

Straight men are also quite sad sometimes, because straight men are probably just a little bit of a good thing.

However, the beautiful woman who lived with me was neither my wife nor my girlfriend, she was just a strange and strange visitor.

She would show up in front of me every other day. She has curly hair, naturally long eyelashes, eyes that can be mesmerized when it flickers, and the best thing is her delicate nose full of classical beauty like Aphrodite.

As for her character, if you want to describe it by universal standards, she is a lively foodie, a pure drunkard, a naked nymphomaniac, and sometimes a big pervert.

But it is undeniable that she is a lovely girl and a sexy beauty. Sometimes she is as dignified and majestic as a princess in the sky, and sometimes she is as obscene and developed as a rotten girl in the world. These contradictory labels are all true portrayals of her.

She's a contradictory person, and of course sometimes makes me worse than dead.

For example, she always likes to be tired of me, but I don't dare to look at her directly.

At that time, at home, she always wore a pajama as thin as a cicada's wings, and dangled around the living room without any scruples. Because of my outstanding figure, I really didn't have the courage to look up, so I could only stare down at my phone, at the computer, at the magazine, at the water glass, and at the rice bowl...... Sometimes staring at something for too long can make you look at yourself as a cross-eyer.

"Hey, hey, hey!" She sometimes deliberately teased me.

I try not to be quiet, and I don't look up easily. She would sometimes crouch in front of me and stare at me in the same way, her hair was naturally curled, pretty and cute, and she was like the Moon Hare in Sailor Moon, or a sexy version.

"What are you doing with your head down?"

"Nonsense - can you get dressed properly?"

"Can you take a good look at me?"

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Please, I'm impotent, okay?" I scratched my hair and said like crazy.

"Nope." She responded categorically.

"Then why don't you dare to watch it?! Don't you have the number of the second letter in mind? Where do I dare to look at you? If I dare to touch you today, I won't be chemically castrated tomorrow?! My daughter, you two are hot as fire and cold as ice for a day, don't you have to torture me to death?! ”

"Hahaha!" She smiled happily, "It's so fun, it's so fun!" ”

She lay on the couch and laughed so hard that I looked at it, and it was really trembling, trembling, trembling......

I screamed and rushed back into the house with my head in my hands.

Let's make a statement. First, my physiology is quite sound; Second, I've done a sexual orientation test, and I think I'm a straight guy who isn't particularly straight. Whenever I see the hot body of the beautiful woman who lives in the same room, bump into her teasing eyes, especially when I hear her humming sound that I learned from somewhere, I can't control it myself.

But I didn't dare to touch her, not because she wouldn't let me touch it, but because another girl wouldn't let me touch it.

The point is that she lives in the body of that girl, and both of them have their own separate souls. So, even if she pesters me, if I do something wrong, I will definitely be discovered by another girl who is as smart as a fox the next day.

And that fox-like smart girl is also my favorite person, her name is Shen Yu, and she is the heroine of the "Yan Shen Detective" series.

I chased her for six whole years, and she was the woman I wanted to marry back home.

Love is actually sometimes more terrifying and cruel. Because as long as the other party says a "no", all the efforts and costs you have made before will be wiped out in an instant, and there will be no piece of armor left.

I live like this every day with sincere fear and fear, and even for fear of accidentally saying the wrong word or doing the wrong action, and finally annoy Shen Yu and let my six years of hard work disappear.

Moreover, I am mildly accommodating, but in some respects I am desperate for the benefit of touching on principles, which I would rather not take.

So every time I was entangled and hooked up with a beautiful woman in the same room, I could only quickly lock myself in the room and recite Kant's "Critique of Pure Reason" aloud for half a day, or turn 20 pages of "Quit Sex" posts to suppress the desire in my heart.

That's how I got along with two women.

I firmly believe that the acquaintance with Shen Yu has already planted cause and effect in the dark. Because at a very young age, we witnessed an equally mysterious black ship at different times and in different places.

However, the whole thing has a long, long history, and I must start with an adventure as a teenager.

That's right, the black ship I am talking about is the "black ship" mentioned by the visitors from hell.

That was during the summer vacation of my fifth grade.