The author's process of finding the mirror was very bloody, because the so-called Japanese "mansions" established in Jinan City at that time were all secret agencies of another state, calm and peaceful on the outside, but inside they were torture chambers, water prisons, and incinerators.

Throughout history, any major historical city has been subjected to the appalling ravages of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, just like the "Shanghai No. 72" shown in many film and television dramas, countless secret agencies have become a demon cave for the cruelty of progressives, and countless evils have been committed.

It was in the process of searching for thaumaturgists that the author learned of the whereabouts of the mirror from the mouth of an antique dealer.

The antique dealer accurately named the mirror - "Shenxiang Water Mirror", and said that the mirror was a stolen object from the Tanglin tomb robbery case, and after more than 30 turnovers, it was left in Jinan in the warlord melee.

The antique dealer, surnamed Cai, had seen the mirror at the Chairman's Mansion in Pearl Springs. He was invited by the chief butler of the chairman's palace to inspect the treasures, and together with the mirrors were more than two dozen rare treasures of the time, all of which were engraved with the royal marks of the palace.

He was an expert in selling antiques, and at a glance, he knew that it was someone from the Chairman's Mansion who intercepted the stolen goods of Tanglin. With the fall of the late Qing Dynasty, these stolen goods became ownerless, and whoever got them belonged to whomever they wanted, and as long as the price was set, they could be sold to big buyers.

At that time, there were several antique appraisers in Beijing and Shanghai, except for the mirror, everyone's valuation of other treasures was relatively similar, so they smoothly negotiated a quotation and handed it over to the big housekeeper.

No one can tell exactly where it came from, so no one dares to bid rashly, lest they be laughed at by their peers.

The crowd pushed back and forth, and the chief butler got impatient, and went to the backyard to bring out four people, tied them up, with spears on their heads, and ordered them to kneel at the foot of the steps.

It turned out that these four people had participated in the Tanglin case, and when they were ordered to escort the stolen goods, they saw the intention of getting rich halfway, and together they stole a suitcase, went incognito, came to Jinan, and after preparing to sell the treasure, they went to Qingdao to take a boat to the sea, and went to a foreign country to have a free life.

The chief butler himself held a spear and asked about the origin of the mirror.

The four men spoke in unison, swearing that the mirror came from the Tanglin Interior, embedded in the top of the most important burial chamber, and was facing the head of the deceased. As for the use of this mirror, the four people can't count.

The tomb robbers were executed on the spot, and the chief butler blew the smoke of the muzzle of the gun, and asked several treasure connoisseurs to bid, and whoever paid the highest price would give it.

The surnamed Cai was timid, and when he saw the scene of blood flowing all over the ground, he was half frightened to death, and he couldn't say a word. So the old fritters in Beijing and Shanghai pushed him up, offered him a price that satisfied the big housekeeper, and sent the mirror home with the people.

The author's description is very brief, saying only that the person surnamed Cai sold the mirror to his neighbor, but does not mention any of the wonders of the mirror.

Here, the author must be hiding something, because the confession mirror surnamed Cai is very small, but in the pontoon battle, the mirror that the author saw was extremely huge, capable of "eating" so many soldiers and chariots.

I thought again, "Is Bing'er hiding something from me?"

According to common sense, there is one booklet, and of course there may be ten books, a hundred books. From the time the author entered Jinan with the army in 1937 to surrender and evacuate in 1945, the author must have not only done these "little things", but was constantly searching, like an Akita dog, tirelessly guarding and expanding his own world.

In the past eight years, there have been too many things in the city of Jinan, and in modern times, the old Jinan people have been reluctant to mention those bloody humiliating pasts, but history can not be annihilated, the crimes committed by the Japanese invaders, the groveling and flattering attitude of the traitors, and the difficult life of the common people like cows, horses and ants will always remain on the pillar of shame in history.

When I realized that I was suspicious of Bing'er, two voices suddenly appeared in my head.

These are two voices that are completely opposed, with very different views, one said, Bing'er has concealed the most important thing, and now he is just using you to verify the authenticity of the "Plum Blossom Mansion Notes", and throwing out these materials can arouse the interest of the people in the society, and they all take action to continue to search for the whereabouts of the Divine Mirror, once there is a present, Bing'er will immediately kill the horse gun and take the research results as his own; the other said, don't doubt your friends, at this time, we must unite as one, unite all the forces that can be united, and it is possible to show the truth of history.

It is impossible for a person to have two opposing thoughts, and in the medical field, if this happens, it is called "schizophrenia, dual personality".

I silently lifted the curtains and looked at Hibiscus Street, which had just woken up from dawn.

The morning glow in the east is red, and the various high and low buildings are collectively inlaid with a layer of dark brown light edges.

The hotel is at the end of Furong Street, looking south, the line of sight has been reached Quancheng Road.

My feeling at this moment is very strange, like a general guarding a lonely city, watching the enemy's tiger and wolf division drive straight in from the city tower, but he has no soldiers to use, there is nothing to do, the kind of grief, despair, frustration, and curse have nowhere to vent, and can only take these ** that can never be realized in vain, sinking under the nine springs, but not blinking.

At this moment, maybe I am the only thaumaturgist, Jianghu person, and insider among the only awake old Jinan people.

Many people, martial arts are higher than me, foreign arts are deeper than me, wealth is more than me, power is greater than me, and connections are wider than me, just like Qi Mei, who is respected as "the first guest in the provincial capital", of course, it is already in the position that countless people in the rivers and lakes look up to. However, these people are lazy, fat and sleepy, immersed in the sound of dogs and horses, wine ponds and meat forests all day long, and spend their days in chaos, which seem to be chic, but in fact they are obscene.

No wonder Qu Yuan wanted to die by throwing himself into the Miluo River, because he was completely desperate for this world state of "everyone is drunk and I am sober, and everyone is turbid and I am alone", and he did not want to join others in the same stream, nor did he want to use his innocent body to save a dirty and chaotic world, so death became the most perfect destination in his imagination.

I stood on the third floor, and if I swooped out with my head and feet, the result would also be death, and there was no difference from the ending of Qu Yuan's throwing himself into the Miluo River.

Death can get rid of all anxiety, get rid of all troubles, get free of happiness, turn over and be a new person. People laugh at those who commit suicide because they believe in the adage that "it is better to die than to live", but they fail to understand that suicide is the most courageous person in the world.

I looked south, as if I had become a little bird, jumped off the windowsill, fluttered away, and flew over the city of Jinan.

"That's good, too, and all the burdens are lifted. The first voice in my head said.

It was a very unfamiliar voice, because I had never thought of such a proposition as "happy death" before.

"It's very simple, jump down, don't think about anything, don't worry about anything, leave the most perfect leap in the air, all the beautiful women in the world will cry for you, in their eyes, you are the true God who is hung on the cross. Of course, all the successful men in the world also follow your example and dream of one day ascending to the altar like you. Your name will appear beneath the sky and above the earth, and all will be proud to pay homage to your tombstone...... Jump down, I don't know how many people want to be like you, jump into the sky, and be famous for eternity...... "The voice in my head is getting deeper and deeper, like a lullaby, constantly dragging me into the endless depths.

At this time, another voice also wanted to refute, but the world had entered the rhythm of the first voice, which could not be broken or torn, so this voice could only shut up helplessly and sink with me.

"Hey, Mr. Xia, Xia Shi, what are you doing?" the voice of the Red Sleeve suddenly sounded from behind me.

I woke up suddenly, looked down, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

It turned out that I was standing on the windowsill, and one foot had reached out, hanging in the air. If it weren't for the hands still on the window frame, I would have stumbled and fallen.

Redsleeves rushed over and grabbed my right hand.

I was sober, but I didn't want to end there, because I had a distinct sense that someone was brutally gnawing at my mind and soul with a brain-eating technique to turn me into a human-driven idiot.

If I don't get rid of this fang, I'll never be safe.

"Leave me alone, I'm thinking about life. I shook my head at Redsleeves, my left hand gripping the window frame tightly so that RedSleeves wouldn't pull it back.

One foot out of the window and the other foot in the window is a very delicate state, and I feel that the two villains in my head are also in a state of confrontation.

"The world is full of fools and idiots, and to be with these people is a desecration of life. Only by jumping down and ending everything can you get a new life. If you want to start over, you must first end this terrible life course. As I said, we can't wait any longer, wasting time is a crime against ourselves and irresponsible for life. Listen to me, as long as you jump, the whole world will be different, you will no longer be a summer stone, but there are countless possibilities. Remember, the princes and generals would rather have a kind of emperor, and the emperor will take turns to do it, and he will come to my house next year. After reincarnation, you are no longer a humble ant, but may be the main god who reigns over the world. You'll make a lot of money that way, won't you? I don't talk much, listen to me, it's always right......" The voice continued to bewitch me.

Slowly, I realized that the voice was not in my head, nor in my thoughts, but at the intersection of the corners of my eyes and temples and the Baihui points on the top of my head and the roots of my ears.

It was supposed to be an invisible mini speaker, using technology similar to bone conduction, so although it was small, it could produce a powerful and penetrating sound that reached the depths of my mind.

The person who gave me the speaker should be Bai Fenfang, the "painting god" in the eight gods of Yanwangfu. I tried my best to wish her to fight back against the traitor sword god, but she treated me like this, which really made me dumb and couldn't tell me what I could do.

Of course, from this speaker, I also realized that the enemy is not far away, it should be within the effective distance of the wireless transmission of the sound source, and twenty meters is already the limit.

In other words, the enemy is within a radius of twenty meters or even shorter, and most likely, next door or opposite door at 3o1.

"It's okay, sober, the enemy is close. I quietly wrote these eight words in the palm of the red sleeve beckon.

The enemy can only shout at me, but they can't see my movements, so it's very safe for me to communicate with the Red Sleeves.

"Okay, people from the Yan Palace?" the red sleeves wrote in the palm of my hand.

"Brain-eating art. I replied with four words.

Obviously, the strange power that plunged me into a bewildering dream came from the legendary brain-eating technique.

"It's dangerous. "Redsleeves wrote these two words to me.

I adjusted my posture slightly, leaning to the right and pressing my ears against the window frame near the next room.

It was only five seconds before I heard some subtle movement in that room.

The enemy uses the "brain-eating technique" to make a sound to me, so even if he uses lip language, it is impossible to be completely silent, at least his breathing, lip movement, and swallowing saliva will be transmitted through the plastic steel window that is not too well sealed, and the wall with poor sound insulation.

"Next door. "I wrote in the palm of the red sleeve move.

Redsleeves nodded, immediately let go of my hand, and tiptoed to the door.

She opened the door and went out, and I immediately made a deliberate ** sound.

Suddenly, the villain began to speak again: "Since ancient times, there have been more than 100,000 suicides? You see, the fact that all those great men were able to make such a decision is enough to prove that this choice is extremely bright and correct. If you don't make up your mind, the light will be fleeting, and you will miss the best opportunity. ”

I looked to the right, and the windows were closed next door, and I couldn't tell anything unusual from the outside.

The hotel has three floors, and there is a one-foot-wide platform between the windows on the exterior wall, which is presumably used for cleaning or carrying air conditioning units.

I just had to step on this wall and pan to get out the window of the next room.

"I really want to die, only by dying, can I be freed. However, I can't rest assured that there are many people and many things, and this kind of dilemma is the most painful. "I said to myself.

Now, I'm sober enough to know that that strange idea came from the instigation of the enemy. There are so many suicides in the world for a variety of reasons, but I think a large part of them may have been lured to death by alien forces. It's just that most people in the world are simple-minded, and only see the death of those who succeed in suicide and the survival of those who fail to commit suicide, and they don't think about it at a deep level.

This matter is very scary to think about, because the folklore of the old Jinan people mentioned that many people who hanged themselves will see the "hanged ghosts" who do everything possible to encourage others to hang themselves when they are dying;

Now, the enemy was waiting for the moment when I jumped off of my own accord and then attributed my death to schizophrenia, stress, depressive tendencies, and so on.

I turned slightly to the right and moved against the narrow wall to the window next door.

The plastic steel sliding window was locked, so I couldn't enter the house, so I could only peek in from the window.

Strangely, the house was empty, the tables, chairs, and beds were neatly made, and there was no sign of guest accommodation at all.

At that moment, the door opened, and the red-sleeved move flashed in.

She saw me outside the window and couldn't help but be stunned.

Without the slightest delay, I immediately pointed to my right and motioned for her to enter the next room, which should be 3o5.

Red Sleeves hesitated, stopped by the door, and looked into the room.

I was in a hurry and pointed to the right with both hands.

In any battle, whether it is a big battle or a small battle, whether the enemy is strong or weak, it is necessary to attack with all our strength and grasp all the opportunities that can be taken.

The ancients used the adage "fight the tiger with all your might, fight the rabbit with all your might" to explain the secret of the victor in the war, and only by doing it with all your might, it will be effortless in the eyes of others.

Red Sleeves pulled out, and I silently recoiled in my heart for dozens of seconds, and then decisively stepped out to the right and reached the window of room 3o5.

This time, I was not disappointed again, and a woman with headphones and microphones was sitting at her desk, meditating on a notebook computer.

I was standing at an angle where I could see the computer screen, and above it was the interface of the chat software where two people were talking to each other.

Obviously, the words that came to my head were all spoken by her, and she was not the main messenger, but just the front desk staff who obeyed the orders of the big man behind the scenes.

With a bang, the red sleeves slammed open the door and broke in, and I pushed open the plastic steel window in time, jumped down, and hit the woman with the red sleeves.

It was an acquaintance, a waitress in a café.

"Okay, see you again. "I found the truth, but it wasn't easy.

"Yes, Mr. Xia, meet again. The hostess pushed away the swivel chair and stood up.

"Don't move, walk slowly, to the wall. "Red Sleeves Order.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill people, let alone kill innocents. The hostess explained.

The hostess is here, and she confirms the saying that "white fragrance harms me".

On the computer screen, the lines of text were all what I had just heard the villain in my head say, and it turned out that this was the main reason why the waitress read it to me sentence by sentence and confused my spirit.

"Why?" I asked.

The hostess could still laugh: "Mr. Xia, no why, Bai Huashen just thinks that you have too many secrets hidden in your heart, and you must figure them out, so that the foundation of your cooperation will be more solid and stable." ”

Her smile was sweet and coquettish, but to me, it was like a beautiful snake, weird and hateful.

"If you do this, you will die. I whispered.

If I had fallen from the window before, I would have been lying at the end of Furong Street, and I would have been on the headlines of the major newspapers in Jinan tomorrow. This result was also given to me by the god of white painting.

In this case, where is there any possibility for cooperation?

"Kill her?" asked Redsleeves.

I shook my head: "She's just working for the tiger, and she won't die for her crimes." ”

Red Sleeves sighed in annoyance: "Mr. Xia, you...... You have to share the occasion with pity and cherish the jade, right? The people of the Yan Wangfu treat you like this, you can't do anything yet, how will you do great things in the future?"

The hostess laughed: "Mr. Xia, the white painting god is right, even if you feel it, you will only reprimand two sentences at most, and I will definitely not worry about my life." Miss Hong, as a middle-level backbone of the beggar gang, you should learn more from Mr. Xia's temperament. How much strength a person has, how high a position can he sit, what do you say?"

I felt a little confused, because I couldn't see what the hostess was thinking.

She should have been frightened or shy when she was caught, but now she had no shame on her face at all, but instead she was calm and talked eloquently, as if she were chatting with me.

"Why is this happening? What is it that she is so fearless about?" I kept scribbling a question mark in my head.

"Kill her!" a voice in my head roared angrily, "If you don't kill her, in the future, the Yanwang Mansion will be inch-in, and your life will not be peaceful." Killing people needs a reason, and now is the best reason, and she used the 'brain-eating technique' to harm you is the most high-sounding reason. Kill her now, morally, conscience at all, there is no burden or guilt at all. Let's do it, let's do it now!"

Of course, the second voice also exists, and vigorously refutes the first voice: "She is just a big man walking down, what the master wants her to do, she must do something, this is a loyal person, a man of food, a loyal thing, should be praised." It's not her who damns it, it's the person behind it. ”

The two villains are arguing, which is a dilemma.

Red Sleeves held down the mouse and clicked twice on the computer screen to close the dialog box of the communication software, revealing another small window to play the video. It turned out that the hostess was still watching the video while attacking me loudly.

"Ah, this is the brain-eating technique!Mr. Xia, come and see, this is the legendary real brain-eating technique!" Red Sleeves immediately shouted.

My eyes fell on a computer screen, where a man in a white isolation gown was hunched over a hospital bed with a glass box. Lying on the hospital bed was an old man with various tubes stuck in his body and an oxygen mask on his face.

The red sleeves turned up the computer's voice, and a Chinese woman with a Hong Kong and Taiwanese accent was explaining: "Normally, in biology, insects that can gnaw at the human brain and reduce it to digital content are called 'soul eaters', which means that it 'devours human souls'." This word is very vivid, and it perfectly describes the scientific meaning of our 'brain-eating technique'. The reason why we call this thaumaturgy "the art of eating the brain" is to say that the "brain" is the most precious central controller of human beings, and the purpose of "eating" is to better protect the "brain", so as to help this person, this valuable person, pass on his thoughts and experience, so that it can have a great role in reprimanding the descendants of his family. This is a biological technique, and it is also a kind of 'thaumaturgy' in the traditional Chinese sense, which is the perfect combination of materialist science and idealistic superstition......"

As the narration sounded, the man opened the glass box and pointed one end at the patient's left ear.

At first, I was empty because the glass box was empty, but soon it became clear that something transparent was squirming inside and slowly crawling towards the patient's ear.

When the camera zoomed in, I could see clearly that it was a four-inch-long centipede.

The martial arts we see on weekdays are yellow, brown, black, and gold, while the male centipede that is more than three years old has a red body and black back armor, and looks extremely fierce and murderous.

"This is a specially bred breed, because it comes from the Tianzhu site in Uttar Pradesh, India, so it is commonly known as the 'Tianzhu centipede' in the world. According to our research, this is a centipede with the highest IQ on the earth, and its body functions and eating habits are very unique. This is the key to the 'brain-eating technique', we have previously experimented with a thousand insects that are interested in the human brain, but only the guinea centipede has achieved the cyclic process of perfect ingestion, perfect rumination, and perfect output. Therefore, the opinion or conclusion I want to elaborate is that the guinea centipede is not a simple insect, but a centipede that has been enlightened by mysterious power and has produced a huge mind, which is rare and precious. The narrator said again.

(Tianjin)