Between the various thoughts in his mind, Lu Ming felt that the sleepiness had completely moved away from him.

He simply sat up again, went to the bathroom, washed his face, put on a dress, and went outside.

Under the full moon, the dunes are undulating. He sat down in a random place and began to think about the most central question again.

What does the Hag.1 gene mean?

Originally, it was thought that the answer to this question would come after the destruction of Organization X. But things are turning out that Organization X has fallen, and the answer is still not there.

Not even the core members of Organization X know.

The answer to this question still needs to be found for yourself.

So...... Where to look?

Lu Ming once again remembered Huang Weimin.

At this moment, with the collapse of Organization X, Huang Weimin has lifted the restrictions, and the mission about him has also ended. Now he has returned home with the money he earned during this time, which is a lot of money for an ordinary person, to be reunited with his parents, wife and children.

Come to think of it, with this money in hand, his family relationship will ease a lot.

But Lu Ming found that the answer to this most important question may still have to be found in those ancient books.

After all, the ancestor who first possessed the Hag.1 gene lived in ancient times.

After staying awake all night, the sky gradually brightened. Lu Ming waited patiently for a while again, and after making sure that calling at this moment would not affect Huang Weimin's sleep, through the routine of living with Huang Weimin in the past, he dialed the phone.

"Xiao Lu, what are you looking for me? Is your mission over? ”

"Lao Huang, now my mission is over, but there is still a personal matter I want to trouble you. That one...... Here in Woye County, during the period from the Orthodox Emperor of the Ming Dynasty to the Wanli Emperor, did anything strange happen? You help me find it all, and I'll invite you to drink. ”

Huang Weimin doesn't drink much, but he is very good wine. A bottle of two pots can make him linger for a long time.

Gritting his teeth, Lu Ming added again: "Moutai." ”

Hearing the word Moutai, Huang Weimin, who originally seemed to be a little sleepy, was immediately full of sobriety in his voice.

"Moutai? It's a good wine, tsk......"

But after a few moments, he seemed to have some trouble again.

"Xiao Lu, this matter is not easy to handle. It's not that I'm shirking it, brother, but, how to put it, there are too many strange things. Those essays in ancient times, the squires wrote about what they saw and heard, and so on, the main content recorded was this kind of strange things, and they didn't bother to remember them if they weren't weird. There are many ancient books that remember this kind of thing, how to find this? ”

Lu Ming patted his head and remembered this. After a moment of silence, he added, "Then let's find something like a strange power and chaos." ”

That's still a big range, but it's much narrower.

For Moutai's sake, Huang Weimin reluctantly agreed.

"In this way, I'll tidy it up, take a picture with my phone and send it to you."

Huang Weimin's efficiency is very high. Perhaps because he had money in his hand and his family's status was improved, he could finally immerse himself in ancient books without distraction, and before night, one after another mobile phone pictures were transmitted. By the end of the night, more than a hundred had been transmitted.

Among them, there are ancient books, Huang Weimin's notes, transcriptions, computer materials, and so on.

And, Huang Weimin said, this is only a small part of it, and he will continue to do it the next day.

Lu Ming uploaded it all to the computer, and after zooming in, he immediately began to read and search.

I am afraid that computers and programs will not be able to help him with this work, so he can only rely on his own manual search. The reason is simple: Determining whether these ancient records are related to the Hag.1 gene is a highly abstract task that requires a great deal of analysis and imagination. No amount of intelligent programs can replace the human brain.

The first record is a story of a village woman who went into the mountains and ran into evil spirits. It is said that a village woman fell ill soon after returning from the mountain, and she was talking nonsense in her illness, saying that she was a great immortal, and that she was a fox or something, and that it was not good to invite monks and Taoist priests and goddesses to come and see, and finally died of illness. The Taoist priest said that it was the village woman's mother-in-law who took revenge, because the village woman was not filial to Yunyun at the beginning.

Obviously, it has nothing to do with what you're looking for.

The second record is the story of a man known as Li Daring. In the middle of the night, he saw a beautiful young woman sitting on the grave and crying, and this man knew that he had hit a ghost, but he was not afraid, but he wanted to rape the ghost young woman. As a result, the ghost young woman screamed and disappeared, and in order to vent his anger, Li Daring sprinkled a soak of urine on the grave, and then continued to sleep. After that, there were no more haunted legends in this mass grave. When a god heard about this, he said that Li Dadao was full of yang and "drowned in evil spirits", and as a result, "ghosts and gods were changed". Then there were haunted people in the surrounding villages who went to beg Li Dang for "drowning", which was rumored to be a strange talk for a while.

Obviously, it doesn't matter.

The third account is the same, saying that a man recruited a fox, and the fox did a haunt at home, biting chickens and ducks to death, throwing stones at people, destroying utensils, and so on. It was useless to invite the gods and witches to burn incense and worship the Buddha. One day, there was a bloody writing on the wall, saying that the family's children would be taken away in retaliation. As a last resort, the family moved to another place overnight, and the matter subsided.

It doesn't matter either.

As a materialist, Lu Ming is more accustomed to interpreting these ancient rural weird stories from a materialist's perspective.

For example, the first story seemed to him to be nothing more than a village woman who got sick and finally died of illness, which was unremarkable. What the Taoist priest said about his mother-in-law's revenge and the like was nothing more than pulling some mysterious things to cover up his incompetence and maintain his mysterious image. After all, if she was retaliated to death by her mother-in-law because of "unfilial piety", then the death of this village woman has some flavor of "Tianli cycle", and she can't save her, that is, "It's not that I can't save her with low mana, but this person is unfilial and can't be saved".

The second story is even simpler. In Lu Ming's view, this is the story of a rural ruffian and a god who unite to harvest the IQ tax of the rest of the ignorant villagers.

First make up a story, tell how bold this Li Daring is, Yang Qi is soaring, and even defecation has the effect of driving away evil spirits, and then this thing can be sold for a high price, and in the end, the money and the gods are divided, and everyone is happy.

In Lu Ming's view, the third story is more like someone pretending to be a "fox" to rob the family's property. After all, forced to relocate, the family's house and land had to be disposed of. And because it is related to the fox, the price must be cheaper.

Lu Ming has already cultivated the ability to explore the core of the story through the appearance of those strange and strange stories, and explore the truth as much as possible to search for the information he needs.

In this case, the first night passed quietly.

This night, Lu Ming didn't find any valuable information.

During the day the next day, Lu Ming went to catch up on sleep, thousands of kilometers away, and Huang Weimin continued to sort out this information at home and sent it to Lu Ming.

In the evening, Lu Ming continued to search all night.

And so it went on until the evening of the fourth day.

During this period of time, Lu Ming has been dizzy by words such as gods and ghosts, fox fairies, gods and witches, monks and Taoists, and "hitting evil spirits and exorcising ghosts", and he has completely seen what the spiritual life of the ancient mountain people was like.

I thought the night would be the same. But Huang Weimin's new batch of stories was sorted out, and the first one made Lu Ming subconsciously raise his spirit.

This is a story about a "foreigner".

This story says that in a certain year and month, when the weather was fine, suddenly a thunderbolt hit on a sunny day, and the sound shook all over the world. The villagers were very scared, so they invited monks and Taoists - monks and Taoists to burn incense and worship Buddha.

The monk Taoist priest said that there was a demon in the mountain that was cultivated and formed, and then it was killed by the thunder, so there is no need to panic.

The matter has been put to rest for the time being. But two days later, a stranger came to the village.

According to ancient records, this foreigner had a large head and a small body, and his skin was pale, "thick and black", and his hair was thick and black.

This immediately caught Lu Ming's attention.

At this moment, as long as he saw words such as "big head and small body", "thick hair" and other words related to the image of the mountain god, Lu Ming's spirit would immediately subconsciously tense.

The villagers asked him where he came from and where he was going, and the man said that he was a foreigner, who had gone to a certain place to do business, and on the way he got separated from the caravan, got lost, and his car broke down, and he was injured again, so he had no choice but to come to this village and wait for his companions to come to his rescue, hoping that the villagers could help.

The kind-hearted villagers helped the strange stranger by packing up a dilapidated house for him to live in, scraping together a little food for him, and picking herbs from the mountains to heal his wounds.

Ancient books record that after this stranger came to the village, he was "withdrawn", did not like to communicate with people, and "missed his hometown all night", because some villagers found that this person did not sleep at night, and always sat in front of the house and looked up at the sky. Someone asked him what he was looking at, and he said he missed his hometown.

As a result, "the villagers are different, they think they are elegant, and they are more and more respectful."

Mochizuki homesickness seems to have been the preserve of literati in ancient times. A group of villagers living in poverty, seeing that this stranger had such an elegant hobby, thought that he was a scholar, and became more and more respectful to him.

Subsequently, some people began to ask him to name the children, and some people asked him to help him read them with documents, letters, etc., and the foreigner did not shirk at all, and agreed one by one. As a result, the villagers increasingly thought that he was literate.

The villagers saw that he was not good at farming, so the village elders hired him as a village school teacher to teach the children to read, and the villagers gave him food.

So, this slightly eccentric stranger stayed in this small mountain village.