At this time, I noticed that the old man's eyes were flushed, and his palms were slightly folded in the sleeves. All of this qiē proves that his spirit is in the midst of Mudu's downward struggle.

When this downward effort reaches a critical value. It's a collapse, and at that time, he's going to scratch like crazy.

I quickly stood up, grabbed him tightly, and hugged him hard after cooking. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, it's still a long time, it's still a long time." Don't be afraid, everyone is safe. ”

The old man was guided by my voice, and gradually fell silent.

I have a distant relative. Sort of my cousin. After he called me, it was a very mysterious name, like Da Confucian. But his actual identity is that of a psychiatrist.

He once told me that if a normal person is tortured by a certain stimulus for a long time, it will induce psychosis, and there is often a few minutes of rescue time between the beginning of the onset and the complete onset of the disease. If the measures are appropriate. It is possible to save the patient from the brink of insanity.

The way to do this is to give the patient a sense of security. No matter who you are, when you are fragile to the point of wood, what you want to rely on most is your mother, and what you want most is maternal love. And the easiest way for a doctor to convey maternal love to a patient is to hold him tightly. Wrap him around with a warm body. Simulates the image of a woman's opposite uterus tightly wrapping the fetus.

For human beings, no matter how much he is capable, no matter how many twists and turns he goes through in the world. The fetus's experience is already engraved in the genes, and in his subconscious, the mother is the safest place.

I just saw the old man on the verge of madness. I suddenly remembered my cousin's words, so I immediately did so. I didn't expect it to work.

After the old man had quieted down, he gasped heavily. After cooking, he whispered softly in my ear, "I didn't lose it, I didn't lose it." ”

I cautiously let him go, and noticed that the flush on his cheeks and inside his eyes was fading. He became a handful of sweat on his forehead, and when he was cooked, he said gratefully, "Thank you." It's dangerous. ”

Familiar, he also knew that if I hadn't come out just now, he would have gone crazy.

I patted him on the shoulder and asked, "How did you lose it?" ”

The old man looked at the world outside the window, pointed to the setting sun, and said, "Every night someone dies." I was stressed out and scared. If night represents death, dusk represents judgment. I couldn't take it anymore. ”

When I first entered the house, I was terrified. And he is like a messenger of God. Now the two of us seem to have switched places. I became very calm, and the old man's heart was still beating down.

I knew that my love would affect him, so I asked more and more calmly, "Will someone die every night?" Do you know the exact time? ”

The old man nodded and said, "The police have ordered to timer accurately. I heard them say that the knife would snap at 1:15 p.m. The villagers committed suicide at 1:20. ”

When he was cooked, he looked horrified and said, "It's the evil spirit that is chasing him." We fled all the way to the profane side, and at the will of the gods, we found the emperor's refuge. The evil spirit has cast us away, and he has sought us six hundred years. Now he's finally here. We will be killed one by one. ”

I threw it over and said, "It's still early in the morning, you don't have to get excited, you have time to tell me about the prayer wheel." ”

When the old man heard me say this, Ju Shu became a little familiar, and he asked me, "What do you want me to say?" I don't know anything. ”

I scratched my head and asked, "Who is that demon?" Do you see him? ”

The old man shook his head very familiarly: "I didn't see the wheel." But the legend has been passed down from generation to generation. It is said that we left our homeland to escape evil spirits. Only under the protection of the Ming Emperor will the evil spirits not find us. ”

When I heard this, I already had a judgment in my heart: "This is obviously a lie to them by the Zhu Ming royal family, making up such an excuse and letting them stay with all their hearts." Unexpectedly, the content that brainwashed them back then became a legend and has been passed down to the present. And it just so happened that a demon had recently found them. They were familiar with this ghost as the one they had hundreds of years ago. ”

I thought silently in my heart. What does the demon who stole my broadsword have to do with them? Why can't I turn with them?

So I asked, "What do your knives represent?" ”

The old man said, "The sword is a symbol of life, and it was taught to be forged by the gods. The evil spirit is coming, and we can defend it with our swords. If the knife breaks, it means that the gods have given up on us. ”

I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh: this old man is really pedantic.

I made a joke and said, "Since it's so important to know this knife, then you have to make it stronger." ”

The old man nodded and said solemnly, "Every knife is made of stainless steel. Although it can't be said to be sharpened like clay, it is definitely a first-class good knife. And after each knife is cast, the knife will be tested, and only the qualified broadsword will be collected. ”

Immediately afterwards, his voice was much darker: "I didn't expect that such a good knife would be scratched empty." No wonder they commit suicide. They must have thought it was the will of the gods. But I know no, it's the devil's doing. The gods have not given up on us, if you are not familiar with it, why did he send you to us? ”

The old man sat on the floor muttering something while I pondered what he had just said. I always felt like there was something important in it.

After a while, I looked up and asked a little nervously, "How do you try the knife?" ”

The old man was also a blacksmith, and he was very skilled at telling me. When everyone casts a knife, they will cast three. These three knives were first tried on the iron plate. Those that do not meet the standards will be discarded. The rest were cut off at each other, and the blades were cut out and discarded. The best one is left as a symbol of life.

I nodded and said, "I see, what I saw on the wall of the empty house that day was a knife test. ”

I got up from the ground and began to pace slowly in the room. The old man was saying something upside down and mixed with a lot of ridiculous imagination, and I had to weed out the misinformation before I could draw a real conclusion.

I opened the wooden door of the hut and paced back and forth in the twilight.

No one bothered me, so I circled around the room. Over time. The more I thought about it, the more I understood.

The villagers here have been on the wheel for hundreds of years, and the memory of the wheel has almost been lost. Fragmented memory of a little, but also full of mistakes. But their traditions are still there. That is to build a knife for life. Sometimes, the behavior is far more real than the half-headed narrative.

Instead of believing the commentary they make about their actions, think directly about the meaning of their actions, regardless of the language.

The demons must have been villagers here. There's a good chance that the big knife I'm holding in is his. He came back with a broadsword. Try the knife with the villagers here. The knife is in the person, and the knife is dead.

Just like what I saw on the walls of the empty house that day, he was holding a big knife and slashing the wheel viciously.

I sighed, looked at the increasingly gloomy sky, and thought: That evil ghost, did he also fail to try the knife? After cooking, he committed suicide with hatred.

In this way, this kind of trial knife is a contest after the big knife is cast, not the wheel of the old man's half-middle school to select the treasure knife.

I nodded heavily: this conclusion should be correct.

I thought of this and looked up with some excitement. I knew that if I wanted to persuade an evil spirit, I had to find the source of his anger. I believe I've found it.

There were three people standing in the distance, all staring at me. These three people are none other than Secretary Wang, Officer Shi, and Officer Chen.

I quickened my pace and walked away, and saw Officer Chen gloating a little and said, "Brother Zhao, was that old man confused?" The guy was confused, and he was talking nonsense when he saw everyone. I think he's kind of half-crazy. ”

I smiled at him and asked, "Can you guess which old man the demon will be looking for tonight?" ”

Officer Shi said lightly: "I will look for the old man you just saw." ”

I was surprised: "How do you know?" And so sure? ”

Officer Shi said, "It's very simple. It kills people in order of age. Kill the oldest first, then decrease after cooking, and tonight it's the old man's turn. ”

I asked, "Does the old man know?" ”

Officer Shi shook his head: "We didn't tell them about this discovery. ”

I hurried back and found the tongs standing next to the hut. I anxiously asked, "What about the prophet?" ”

The pincer said, "The prophet has gone to the messenger of the gods." He goes every night. "Clamping technique.

I anxiously asked, "Where is he now?" ”

Pincer shook his head: "The messenger is mysterious, no one knows his location except the prophet, that is a blasphemy. ”

I thought to myself, this messenger must have been delusional by the old man. It's strange that he could know my name in advance.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly I felt that these villagers were pitiful and funny. I looked up and finally made a decision. I didn't know I could be so brave.

I said to the tongs, "Do you know where the Prophet's broadsword is?" ”

Tong nodded, and then asked, "What are you looking for his broadsword?" ”

I said lightly: "Tonight, I'm going to try the knife on his behalf." ”R832