This simple passage contains more energy than you can imagine.

Energy, money, technology, lifespan, almost all wishes can be fulfilled on intangible cultural heritage - in this underground world, intangible cultural heritage represents everything.

And now, someone has given them a way to the treasure, and the way to get the treasure map is only to attack a few ordinary people.

God, it's harder to kill a newborn lamb than that.

They were crowded, and the information coming from their ears was true or false, so that the sound of music on the huge dance floor was no longer eye-catching.

And the initiator of all this has returned home at this moment.

Jiang Wan didn't leave, rolled up the uniform and clothes she wore during the day and fell asleep.

She held a pistol in her arms, and there was a trace of sorrow in her brow after she fell asleep.

Chen Qing didn't sleep, he sat in the room, his index finger touching his forehead, and there was a little worry on his face.

That eye was still aching.

He took out the non-cultural object in his pocket and hesitated for a moment, but suddenly closed his eyes and covered his face with human skin.

It's getting a little cold, and even the things in your pockets are getting cold, just like the touch on your face.

He opened his eyes and watched as his arm became slender, and she shook her hand slightly, the meridians on her hand were distinct.

"Became ......"

She whispered, the girl's voice was euphemistic, and she listened to the voice in her ears, got out of bed, and walked to the mirror.

"It's finished."

She looked at herself in the mirror and stood on tiptoe; Looking at myself jumping lightly in my eyes, the girl's dancing posture is so moving, even if it is a random swinging posture, there is a different beauty.

Zhang Tinglan's posture is stunning, even in this era that has just begun.

She is stunningly beautiful.

She recalled the image in her mind, watching herself walk to Wu Qian, to the middle of the room, to hide in the toilet, and then to the street...... A picture of the moment of the loss.

She whispered, "I see......

She whispered to go, and tiptoed to the door.

The moonlight was abundant, and she glanced at the time, which was twenty-thirty.

She tapped her fingers and placed her phone in the shoebox.

She looked at the moonlight and went out the door.

……

Then 3:56 a.m.

A message wakes up the police station in the middle of the night.

Everyone pretended to sleep for half a night, and when they woke up, they were still sleepy-eyed.

They looked at the screen in the conference room, turned their heads to look at the figure of the woman next to them, and they rubbed their eyes, looking back and forth in disbelief.

That's definitely the same person.

From the skull, from the face, and even from the position and size of every muscle in her body, it was exactly the same.

Zhang Tinglan looked at everything in her eyes, and she was also stunned.

There must be no doubt that she is, but isn't she still here?

She lowered her head, as if even she was a little suspicious.

"Is the video fake?"

"It should ...... No. ”

A police officer asked in a low voice.

"What about the technical department? What does the technical section say. ”

"The video is not fake! It's live! ”

They looked puzzled, and then turned their eyes to Zhang Tinglan's father's side.

"No......" he looked at the video, also confused: "She's an only child...... She has no sisters. ”

This sentence is equivalent to saying it in vain, everyone knows that this is not Zhang Tinglan's sister.

She's so much alike......

They looked at the person on the screen with their eyes lost, and her gaze stared straight ahead.

Look behind the camera.

At her lips, a wisp of crystal clear saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth all the way to the ground.

The wisps of saliva were like gelatin, connecting the ground to the side of the mouth, perhaps a hundred and eighty centimeters.

In the camera, a man in a butcher's apron walked up to Zhang Tinglan, he bent down, lowered his head, and stared at the woman in front of him.

He stretched out his hand, two fingers stretched out Zhang Tinglan's eyes, he looked at the godless eyes in front of him, and his body slowed slightly.

There was a visible pause, and then he got up.

He looked at the camera in front of him, stretched out his arms and bowed, he declared aloud, as if to start today's performance.

"Welcome to today's trial."

In front of the screen, countless people watched the camera move forward, and the picture walked to the girl's side, surrounded her, and looked at it carefully.

Photographed the thin white sundress she was wearing, and photographed her hands hanging up, her fingers hanging weakly.

They looked at the camera, and when they passed behind Zhang Tinglan, there were two blood-red dots.

There was still blood flowing out of those two spots, and one piece of it flowed down, and it also stained her dress red.

They borrowed Zhang Tinglan's figure and looked forward, and on the side where the lens was originally placed, a large piece of delicacies was placed on the table.

What extravagance it was, what had been seen and what had not been seen, raw and cooked, flying in the sky and running on the ground, everything that could be called or unnamed seemed to be there.

She looked at the picture in front of her, and her fingertips, which had not reacted for a long time, lifted slightly.

But it was only a moment, she seemed to be stimulated by the smell, and then she began to react.

She lifted her face, the crystal clear thread of her mouth was broken, and she leaned back, the chains of her arms pulling her back.

Then, the man in the butcher's apron walked out.

He held a sharp blade in each of his left and right hands, and the knife in his left hand rubbed against the blade of his right hand staggered, and sparks were sparked, and the sound was disgusting.

He circled around Zhang Tinglan, and he looked at the girl in front of him, looking at her as if she was looking at a pig to be slaughtered.

There was so calm and unwavering in his gaze.

He raised his hand, and the table full of food was pushed in front of Zhang Tinglan.

He lowered his hand, and the camera panned to the man.

He slashed the butcher's knife in his hand across his arm, and the hairy sound came from his body and reached everyone's ears.

The sharp, skin-piercing sound was enough to sting everyone's skin.

"Judge! Zhang Tinglan! ”

He said aloud: "God has given the world riches and fullness, but you are ashamed of God's gift, how much food have you wasted, and when have you eaten it once since you were young!"

You are ashamed of God's good intentions! You put the most basic goodness and beauty in the world under your feet and trample on it viciously!

How wicked are you...... To be able to ignore the most beautiful kindness that God has given. ”

He said aloud, two lines of tears slowly left from the side of his cheeks: "What a sin this is, it makes me wet my clothes!" I can't look at what you've done...... You will be judged! ”

With another wave of his hand, the two chains that bound her arms were loosened, and Zhang Tinglan's body fell forward, her face slammed on the table, and her skull was broken, and there was white in red.

The two chains fell behind her, and the two chains, which were thicker than her wrists, fell to the ground, and then there was a clanging sound of iron objects.

No one cared, no one noticed, they watched the girl in the picture burst into bruises, those two arms slammed on the table, trying to climb up little by little.

She tore through her thin plain white dress, and she climbed up, her emaciated body exposed to everyone.

She climbed up, the knives and forks on the table like barbs, leaving dozens of wounds on her body.

She climbed up, grabbed the plate with both hands, and filled it into her mouth.

The aluminum, ceramic, and inedible cutlery also entered her mouth, and the dozens of white teeth fell on the cutlery, leaving no traces.

Instead, blood began to flow from the place where the dozen or so teeth were connected, and it was all over the mouth.

But as if she hadn't noticed, she kept grabbing the food on the table with both hands, and then shoved it into her mouth.

It's like I'm going to fill myself to death.

The roast chicken, which was far beyond the limit of the jaw opening, was swallowed by her with bones, and after being stuffed to the limit, she used her teeth to cut off the food like a guillotine.

The sharp, broken chicken bones cut through her tongue, stabbed out of her mouth, and pierced her face, making it look bloody.

But she was still obsessed, swallowing the food on the table in one gulp, until her stomach was round and stretched as if she was pregnant, and she slowly stopped.

Her skin, the ketones exposed to everyone's eyes, had become weird, the skin on her belly had become a little transparent, and the blood vessels and muscles in her body were so clear and easy to see.

Her ketones had lost all the components that could be called beautiful, and the parts that gave birth to life were no longer upright, and now they were even more collapsed to the sides by the skin.

She sat down as she watched the world in front of her, and she could see the food gushing out of her esophagus as she stood slightly.

She sat down, pulled back to her seat by two chains.

They watched as the camera moved to the man in the butcher's apron and watched as he raised his hand and Zhang Tinglan's body was locked back there.

He said loudly: "The verdict is as follows, the person being judged: Zhang Tinglan! The verdict is as follows! Guilty of gluttony! Guilty of extravagance and waste! Judge, please! ”