Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Imitation Game
"The question is, why did that security guard make up urban legends?" I was puzzled.
"Well...... this" Shi Ling and Yu Zujia glanced at each other and laughed tacitly.
"Hey, you two are laughing disgustingly, and it's salty!" You Yimo held the steering wheel tightly, and suddenly a drift, and the car immediately turned on his back, mixed with the strange sound of "biting his tongue".
"Well deserved!" You Yimo laughed, "Silly sister, that security guard is trying to soak you!" β
I subconsciously looked at Shi Lingren, and then I was said, "Do you care about my perception?" β
That guy! I couldn't help but feel angry.
How did it come to be? I, ah, it's only because Shi Ling people hide everything that they have a simple rational research heart on what secrets are hidden in the General Institute of the Military Region, and they don't investigate based on special feelings such as fishing for Kaizi. "Do you care about my perception?" Are you kidding! I'm just doubting the credibility of the other party, if you want to be narcissistic, go to outsiders, you bastard!
No, if you really want to say it, I'm still a little concerned. I touched my face and didn't get hot, but I don't know if it was red, but since it has become like this, even if I am stubborn, I will never admit it. I, Shen Shuiyue, didn't have pure feelings, and was asked, "Do you care about my perception very much?" I honestly replied, "Yes, I care." "That's so frank.
"But, I think Suigetsu is also at fault." Hearing Sister Mo say this, I turned around.
"Why?"
"Do you think that security guard will simply tell you the secret?"
Not.
"Isn't that just forcing him to investigate? Even the police will probably complain about one or two sentences, let alone Mr. Yin and Yang, who is worse than being complained about a hundred sentences, and will definitely be ridiculed a hundred times behind his back. β
"That being said, ...... Don't you think it's possible? β
"Speaking of Shuiyue, I can understand your feelings, but if you don't grasp the friendliness of the relationship with the person being investigated, you may regret it." Yu Zujia also helped.
"What do you mean by regret?"
Sister Xiao Mo looked at Yu Zujia. He shrugged his shoulders and said gently and calmly, "That security guard is not looking for these supernatural phenomena because of his dedication to work, or even for money, but probably because of excitement. "
"Excited? Excited to stay outside the scene of death? "
"No, it's the excitement of being affirmed. It's like when you catch a bird or other prey in a good hunter's forest, your head will secrete something. "
"Secreting something?" I'm a little confused.
"Hormones?" Shi Ling asked.
Yu Zujia nodded, "Although hormones are considered to be synonymous with love, they are actually endorphins and the like. Because of this substance in their heads, they will leave their homeland and come to the big city, even if they are hard to stay outside, and look forward to the day when they will return home with gray hair and fine clothes. In fact, it is the same in the workplace, whenever the 'white bone spirits' make achievements or surpass others, their brains secrete many endorphins that can bring pleasure. They eat the marrow and know the taste, so they stick to it, and in the end, the promotion is just a by-product. "
"Makes sense." I nodded, "It is written in psychology books that most of human behavior is to gain a "sense of achievement". "
"Yes," You Yimo smiled. "I don't know what psychology or behavior you are, but I'm familiar with the look on his face, and it's a joy that contains a sense of surprise and accomplishment. Even when talking about the Angel of Death, under the seemingly panicked expression, there is a faint sense of calm like an actor."
I remembered that the security guard was wearing old-fashioned glasses and his mouth was full of beard, which was difficult to match You Yimo's description.
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"Don't underestimate any person, especially this kind of person who seems to be mediocre and simple, but in fact has a lot of experience and cunning, you can know that he is a hunter at a glance," Shi Ling didn't know what to think, and his tone was low, "A hunter with good hunting skills, his own merits are often based on the pain of various creatures in the past, and he shows off the remains of his prey as a medal to the world. β
"Hmm."
"To put it bluntly, if you get along with someone who has a strong desire to express yourself, if you show intentions such as 'barely looking at something you don't want to see,' it may lead to love and hate."
"What do you mean? There is nothing to hate from love! I shook my head violently.
"But," said Shi Ling thoughtfully, "if the true face of the Angel of Death is discovered, I'm afraid he won't be able to stay here." β
"How is that possible!" I asked curiously, "Didn't you deny the existence of the Angel of Death?" β
"I'm just denying the logic of this matter," Shi Lingren frowned, "However, it may not be without reason. Just as fairy tales often hide truths, from the dead baby under the cherry blossom tree on the campus to the ghost shadow under the tube building, there are also seemingly meaningful interlocking relationships in these various legends.
For example, in the first edition of "Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs" in "Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs" in the first edition of Grimm's Fairy Tales (19th century), it is not Snow White's stepmother who has a bad heart, but her own mother. The princess had an affair with the king, and they put the queen in such a desperate situation that her mother hated her to the core, and tried to get rid of her by all means. The 7 dwarfs are obscene middle-aged men who take him in because of the princess's beauty.
And the prince is a necrophile, not interested in real women, and the princess spits out a poisoned apple and wakes up to his great disappointment. In the end, the princess made the queen put on red-hot iron shoes and danced to death. In the end, the necrophile prince and the extravagant princess seem to appreciate each other's cruel personalities, but it is unknown whether they ended up living happily and happily. In the same way, no matter which urban legend exists, there are familiar supernatural phenomena, such as hearing strange noises, seeing black figures, hearing uncomfortable sounds, and so on. β
"But aren't these clichΓ©s that come up again and again just by investigating urban legends?"
"A dog barking in the form of a hundred dogs barking is always an existing fact that has to be artistically processed, which is called expectation vision in psychology." Yu Zujia bit her fingers, "For example, in the top ten supernatural legends in the capital, the area around the cemetery is always dark and deserted, so it has been regarded as a "bad place" since the past. As for the curses of several palaces, I guess people in the neighborhood might think that the curses would happen because of the ghosts here, and if not, there is no reason why there are no urban legends of named and surnamed victims.
In particular, the urban legend of the "resentment of the victims of the mass grave massacre" related to that war can be imagined from history that these people were subjected to quite severe killings. Most of the mass graves are buried after the invaders kill people and burn their bodies, so the "black figures" should be the victims of the dead bodies; There is also "the dragon groaning at the bottom of the well that tells resentment", and it may also be the sound of underground gas explosion. But there are not many descriptions with noses and eyes like the Angel of Death! β
"So it's still a rumor, or maybe it's a drunken eye, after all, it's a common phenomenon for security guards to drink at night!" You Yimo didn't forget to interject.
"Or maybe he knew it was a rumor, and he planned to get us to do something like an exorcism to achieve some kind of purpose......" Shi Ling shook his head, not knowing whether he thought it was unlikely or didn't want to interfere.
Perhaps it is not due to these factors, but to be manipulated by natural phenomena. The temperature, humidity, light brightness, etc., and then ...... with false rumors" Yu Zujia sang the opposite tune as always.
"You mean, like a mirage?"
"There are all kinds of possibilities, but to be honest, even I can't figure out your charlatans and supernatural events. If I had known what was going on, I would have debunked you a long time ago......"
"Oh, too. I asked a boring question. "
Listening to the freshly baked conspiracy theories, I feel that I am so innocent with these people.
The mobile phone rang, You Yimo was driving while hanging a lady's cigarette to answer the phone, good boy don't learn from her!
"Hey, hey, talk...... What did you say? The old lady has a face for you! β
"Crunch-" A sharp braking sound, followed by a dull crash, reached my ears one by one. There was also a mixture of screams and roars. I was distraught and fell to the side of the police car, but luckily a hand held me up, otherwise I would have fallen on top of him.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little excited." You Yimo smiled bitterly and frankly apologized to Shi Lingren. "But no matter what the incident of the dead angel in the military hospital has, we can't care about it now, because ...... Lin Youya is dead! β
Lin Youya is dead!
That femme fatale who played fake death is actually dead!
Who killed her?
No one said how they felt, but I guess everyone was like me, covered in a dark cloud.
"Yes, this time she is really dead, she died in a mental hospital, and the hospital has already sent the video over, because it involves the case of Bedullan's escape from prison, and now the two major cases are being handled together," You Yimo glanced at Yu Zujia, "Since the captain is responsible, congratulations, the bitterness is here!" β
"You don't have to worry about such trivial things, I wish you could pay more attention to safety." Yu Zujia didn't have a smile on his face, speaking of which, this matter is a hot potato!
"I've said it several times. Tell me clearly, this is my car. You Yimo twisted out the cigarette in the ashtray, took out a new cigarette and put it in his mouth, and lit it. Sit tight! β
"Help!"
Listening to the sound of Shi Ling and Yu Zujia singing and harmonizing, my mood was also relaxed for a moment, looking out of the car window. Only then did I find that the sky was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the wind was full of buildings.
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