Copper Lock stood up and wiped his sweat: That's it. I poked the cylinder on the inside, and it wouldn't open unless they slammed the door open.

Can you open it? I asked.

Copperlock nodded: Of course, only I can open the mechanism I made.

Let's get out of here. The girl said coldly.

I walked out of the studio with the copper lock and the bell, and when we saw a few people coming, we quickly turned into the toilet next to us. These people were not the foreign dealers just now, they entered the studio and came out when they saw the emptiness. As soon as they were far away, we carefully went downstairs with the bell on our heads, and the brass lock fastened our hats on the bell's head, and the three of us went out through the gate like good brothers, clinging to each other, but fortunately no one noticed.

Where do we go? I was a little confused.

The girl said, "Go to the parking lot, get in the car, and go to my brother's house."

It is said that it is dead and heavy, and the unraveling at this time is like a hemp bag, weighing heavily on me. Copper Lock's body is similar to me, walking two steps full of sweat and panting. He and I didn't say that we were tired, but we gritted our teeth and finally got to the underground parking lot and came to a car.

The girl took out the key fob and opened the car door, I shoved the bell into the back seat, and sat down, my chest heaving tiredly. The copper lock got into the car from that side, and the girl lit the fire and prepared to drive.

Through the bell, I winked at the copper lock and whispered: What the hell is she?

Copper lock wipes sweat: Let me introduce you, Qin Dan, this name is Luo Dao, and he is my college classmate. Daozi, this is Qin Dan, her identity is very complicated, you just remember that she is the junior sister of Jieling.

The first time I knew about the origin of Ling's master, I was very interested, so I asked: Qin Dan, hello, who is your master? The skill of untying the bell is so powerful, how did you learn it?

The cold-faced girl named Qin Dan pressed the horn and didn't look back: How do I know who his master is? Don't talk while driving.

I retracted my words, glared at the copper lock, and whispered: Don't you say that the two of them are brothers and sisters?

Copper lock smiled bitterly: Who stipulates that a senior brother and sister must be a master? Don't ask, I don't know anything.

Qin Dan drove very steadily, and there didn't seem to be any panic of a female driver. I looked at her secretly, and the girl never showed any other expression, and her pale face was always cold. The atmosphere in the car was depressing, and none of the three people talked. Xie Ling leaned against the back of the car, his whole body stiffened, and he didn't see any anger at all.

The copper lock sighed, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and Qin Dan said coldly: Smoking is not allowed in the car.

Copper Lock laughed dryly twice and took the cigarette back. I really couldn't stand this atmosphere, tilted my head and looked out the window, I didn't sleep all night, but I didn't feel sleepy at all. Now there is no other mood, just anxiety, extreme anxiety, torturing people to death.

When we arrived at the community where Xie Ling lived, a few of us went upstairs, Qin Dan opened the door, and I walked into the hall with the copper lock to untie the bell. The two of them knew each other well, and the copper lock put the bell on the rattan chair, sat down on another rattan chair, picked up the teapot on the table of the eight immortals, poured a glass of water, and poured himself a drink.

Qin Dan entered the kitchen, and the sound of water flowed inside, and he didn't know what she was doing.

The copper lock looked at the bell, and then looked at me, with a wry smile on his face: Rice, you mess up! If the bell dies, you won't be able to eat and walk around. He said that those brothers and sisters can strip you of your skin.

I was going to say damn it, how can I blame him for his death. But if you think about it, it's too inhuman, and if you get out of this matter, you really can't escape my reason. I sat with my head down, panting heavily.

The sound of water running in the kitchen stopped, and Qin Dan wiped his hands with a towel and walked out: Your surname is Luo?

Ah, yes. I hastened to say.

After a while, you have to tell the whole story word for word, do you understand? Qin Dan said.

Well. I promised.

Qin Dan walked to the shrine in the hall, was silent for a few seconds, and then bent down and dragged out a futon from under the god table. She knelt on her knees in front of the throne, folded her hands, closed her eyes, and silently recited something in her mouth, which should be a sincere prayer.

The copper lock and I didn't dare to make a sound, and watched quietly.

It took about five minutes before she stood up and stuffed the futon back under the table. took a red envelope on the table and went straight to the ring. The red envelope was rolled up and folded, and she opened it layer by layer, revealing several silver needles used in acupuncture.

She took out the silver needles and began to lay the needles, piercing them one by one on the acupuncture points on the face of the bell. After a while, he was pierced like a hedgehog. Xie Ling's face was densely packed with needles, and I was shocked to see it.

After a long time, the copper lock said: Qin Dan, how is the bell untied?

The soul is lost, and I don't know where to go. Qin Dan said.

Is it just dead? I said with a shudder.

Qin Dan frowned: When a person dies, the soul either goes to the underworld, or dies and is reincarnated, or wanders in the world, no matter where it goes, it has a destination. But my brother's soul is lost, and I don't know where it went.

So what to do? Copper Lock asked.

Qin Dan said: I can't help it.

What she said was a bit profound, she couldn't help it, then someone else must have a way.

Qin Dan began to pull out those silver needles one by one, and said: Luo Dao, tell me, what is going on with this qiē.

I gathered my thoughts and recounted the events of last night. The bronze keyeye stared at the thief: Damn, you really can do it, fool me away, and kill me again.

Qin Dan listened silently, and asked a few extremely sharp questions, who is Fan Xiong? Why did you go to the studio? These threads really have to be pulled up, and a pull is a big article. When I answered her question, Qin Dan was still asking new questions, her thinking was extremely sharp, and she didn't let go of the slightest doubt, and she had to investigate and understand. She asked me to go through the whole thing briefly, and of course there were some parts that were inconvenient for them to listen to. That's it, and it's almost noon when I finish speaking.

Copper Lock listened with relish: It would be nice if I had been involved in this from the beginning, it was really exciting. Qin Dan, Li Yang should be called, and the master who is underground must be particularly interested, I don't know who he is referring to when he says underground.

I listened to it with anger: Fun? My whole family is planted in it, it's fun, can you say something.

Qin Dan also scolded him: What are you calling them for, is it fun? My brother is like this, can you be a little right.

Copper Lock was trained by us to be bloody, and he sneered: Okay, okay, I'm troublesome.

Qin Dan rubbed his temples, closed his eyes and concentrated for a while, and said slowly: Wait a little longer, if Senior Brother hasn't come back by this time tomorrow, I will have to find a way.

By noon, Copper Lock called and ordered a few KFC takeaways. Qin Dan and I didn't have much appetite, and Tongsuo basically ate it all by himself, and after eating, the whole house was full of fried chicken. I had something on my mind, I couldn't stand it in my stomach when I ate something greasy like this, and I was suffocated and stuffy when I stayed here, so I said goodbye and went home.

Qin Dan knew that I was an ordinary person, and the matter of untying the bell had nothing to do with me, so he let me go.

Actually, I went home for another purpose, Fan Xiong's "Notes on the Underworld" is still in my arms, I want to quickly find a place where no one is there to take a closer look, there may be some secrets hidden there, maybe it can help solve the bell.

I took a taxi to the house, and I didn't take off my shoes, and I couldn't wait to take out the underworld notebook.

Turning the first two pages, I began to write the text of the note, which was densely filled with Juanxiu's handwriting, which was Fan Xiong's handwriting:

At a very young age, I learned to make toys out of feces. The other kids were kneading all sorts of things with mud, but I was using my own feces, and I would throw them all over the room. It was a very grumpy and would tear up everything at hand, and I would stuff pieces of paper, books, and even feces in my mouth. I remember very well, when I was about three years old, all the children left me in fright, I was the only one in the room, I was all dirty, and I was standing there laughing.

The thing that caught my attention the most in my childhood was this frog. I pinned the little one to the ground with a thumbtackin and slowly cut it open with a pencil sharpener. I'm a little scientist looking at the world through a microscope, looking at the guts in the belly of a frog, and I wonder if it's a road on a map.

The biggest feeling I had when I was a child was that the people around me would turn into transparent colors from time to time. I was so engrossed in my mind that I was completely unaware of the things around me, they completely blocked out my perception, and even a sudden loud noise could not wake me out of my world. I love the feeling, it's my world.

When I was nine years old, I wrote a fairy tale essay describing a world full of magic, aura, and a state of desolation. At that time, he won the grand prize in the elementary school essay competition. In fact, they don't know that this little world is real, and I'm just describing reality.

As an adult, I was never able to integrate into society, and in my eyes, people were just monkeys in their advanced form. They have no self-conscious ability, they are blinded, they don't know what they are living for. I've built a library of experiences in my mind, and the project goes on and on, and I'll record how people behave in different situations, and play them back at any time. I feel like I'm looking down on all beings from God's point of view, I'm a messenger of God, or I'm a zoologist from another world, and I only study one kind of animal, and that's man.