MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 53

In the w zone on the 60th floor of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, there are small boxes like coffins, uniformly painted with white paint, with a seal engraved on it, and a box missing suddenly in the middle, like a missing front teeth-Zhichun knife Fragments of even the box are gone, all gone.

"Director Xiao, the knife was missing when the power supply system failed and was not monitored."

Xiao Zheng put his arms on his back and sighed, sometimes contemporary technology is really unreliable.

"Except for the w area, the bans in other areas are regularly strengthened and updated, especially near the mutated Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly." The administrator explained weakly, and muttered, "But this thief carefully bypassed In other districts, I think he is very familiar with the internal management of the bureau. "

Xiao Zheng frowned and looked at the gap-too, was it so hard to eat a broken knife that he was full?

The so-called sword spirit must be attached to the sword body, which is equivalent to his body. If the blade is destroyed, the fragments will be similar to a box of ashes. When a person is killed after unloading eight pieces, it does not mean that they can be sewn together again, and one can still make a living-even the most powerful surgeon can't do it, the sewing machine can't. This is common sense.

Xuan Yuan looked on for a moment, and suddenly said, "Have you traced the news of Yan Qiushan?"

"Zha checked it, but didn't chase it to the end." Xiao Zheng sighed. "Yan Qiushan didn't break the law again."

Whether to come to work or not is personal freedom. At most, the unit deducts wages and dismisses public office. It is impossible for the bureau to send people to arrest like a criminal.

Xiao Zheng hesitated for a moment, took out his personal mobile phone, dialed a number, no accident, there was a mechanical male voice: "The phone you dialed is an empty number-"

So he turned out WeChat again and opened the address book. Yan Qiushan ’s WeChat headshot was his own work permit photo. The name of WeChat was his real name, not a bit fancy. The last photo he sent in the circle of friends was a thin, A tall man silhouette, the man standing at the window, looking out, slender limbs with chains, shirts hung empty on his body, a little long hair blocking the eyebrows, showing only a well-defined jaw, curled The corners of his mouth went down, revealing a little gloom.

The text with the photo is: "The young man wants to eat Maoxuewang and will not do it. The brothers who live nearby recommend a takeaway shop [laughing and crying]. PS, I think he is much better today."

The private correspondence between Xiao Zheng and Yan Qiushan remained a few years ago. The last dozen were Xiao Zheng asking unilaterally where Yan Qiushan was, but the other party never returned.

Xiao Zheng edited a message and sent it in the past: "Zhichun's fragments have been stolen. No matter what you have heard recently, don't take it lightly, take care! Receive it quickly!"

But the message passed through the sea of ​​people, and once again seemed to be plunged into the endless void, there was no reply.

"Those who have stolen knives have left the mark and will leave traces. They will contact all localities, units, and departments to pay close attention to the abnormal energy monitoring network. The focus is on transportation hubs and public places with a large number of people." Xiao Zheng threw his mobile phone back. In his pocket, he tried not to let himself be disappointed as much as possible. He paused, and said, "Publish Yanyanshan's information on the intranet ..."

Someone whispered, "Director, is it wanted?"

"Why is it wanted?" Xiao Zheng said coldly, "in the name of ... emergency witness protection."

The foreign control bureau searched for the missing broken knife, and there was no announcement about the "aftercare personnel". Putting on a coat, he came out of the foreign control bureau building, swiped the employee card, opened the closed cableway on the top of the mountain, and the cableway was under the mountain. Not far from the stop, there is a long-distance bus station. He is very lucky. He will catch a train as soon as he arrives at the station, which can directly reach the urban area.

At this time, it rained finely outside the window, the temperature dropped sharply in the mountains, and the wet rainwater quickly mixed with snow and slag.

Xuan Yuan put his coat hood on his head, and the phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he relaxed vaguely and tensely: "Hey, mom."

A full-featured female voice on the phone yelled, "Did your kid have blocked me again? Why do I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time?"

Xuan Yuan: "I'm more wrong than Qin Xianglian ..."

"That must be a love affair," the old lady said firmly. "I don't know you yet? If you don't speak for a week, I can choke you eight times!"

Xuan Yuan: "..."

"Come on, who blinded the dog and dumped our big baby. Mom is so happy ... No, help you scold."

"Don't fall in love ... No, I'm not talking ... Really, isn't this just because I just went to work and I don't get used to it, grass-roots civil servants are not living a life ... How can I hear my voice bereavement? No? Uh ... Maybe Lack of consciousness ... what are you talking about? Not poor, you don't have to pay me ... hey, let's do it. "

After Xuan Ye answered the phone, a red envelope from his "Mom" popped up on WeChat, which said "Buy pancake money."

The old lady is determined to carry out the "poverty alleviation" work to the end.

"Who gives Baishan filial piety first," Xuan Yuan thought helplessly, "she'll be happy."

So he "reluctantly" opened the red envelope, which jumped out of the "big money".

Xuan Yuan: "..."

What a pancake money!

The bus passed through the light rain, and soon we could see the crowds of high-rise buildings in Yongan City. Commuters boarded the car one after another. Various smells mixed up. Xuanyuan was in it, contaminated with fireworks on the earth. He also has a kind of himself. Personal illusion. Giving a seat to an elderly man, his eyes sank, and he used his mobile phone to book a ticket to the nearest high-speed rail station to Abyss.

The outermost area of ​​the Chiyuan Grand Canyon is a tourist area. A little further down, it is a virgin forest marked "stop by tourists". Sheng Lingyuan who was shocked by the gloomy sacrifice met the "donkey friends" here.

Xuan Yuan took the half-board train, and then turned to the tourist bus to the Grand Canyon. He found a place where no one took off his shirt, flew directly over the hinterland of the canyon, and reached the deepest part of the Abyss—this place is weirdly quiet, birds There are no insects, but the knotted old trees and parasitic rattan are entangled with each other, so dense that they don't see the sun, and they are extremely crowded.

This is a mountain that runs deep in the Abyss.

Xuan Yuan gathered his wings, and draped his shirt at random, holding his coat in one hand, and put his other hand on his chest. He meditated on something, and a flare of fire rose from his palm, submerging into the ground.

The earth shook, and then, a deep sigh sounded in the depths of the Grand Canyon, as if an invisible enchantment was opened by him, and the surrounding area where the needle fell could be immediately noisy, and suddenly whispers were heard, and the plants seemed as if When he came alive, the tangled ancient wood slowly moved his position to make a passage, and the rattan like snakes hanged down and hugged at his feet flatteringly.

Xuanyuan lightly crosses the mountain from the road conceded by Gumu, and Gumu recloses behind him.

Passing through that passage, there is actually an empty space inside, like a sharp blade directly cutting off the positive cliff, and the cut surface of the exposed stone is abnormally flat.

The ground, cliffs, crevices, and dense forests were filled with black mist, floating in the air, and various images were transformed.

Some are human-shaped, some are simply white bones, some are like humans, some are half-humans and half-beasts ... and others cannot see what they are, because they are just a mass of stumps.

These are the embers left by the fire of Abuchi.

They either died in battle in the Kyushu melee, or died of starvation in the deserted horses and horses. Some people also have demon. In the past three thousand years, their old enemies have grown up together. They ca n’t remember who they are. Fear and pain stayed, lingering deep in the Abyss, and every turbulent year, it would be like a dry wood under the fire.

They are his true "tribes."

The woman on the phone who laughed, scolded, and teased him with red envelopes wasn't ... she and others were just the illusion that he was obsessed with red dust and accidentally stumbled.

His predecessor, as a sacrifice, depressed the rioting Abyss and turned it into a plume of smoke, leaving this ghost place to him.

As soon as Xuan Yuan was "born", he was enveloped by the endless negative emotions around him. The pain of the ghosts who had nowhere to be relieved all rested on him. He fought with them for decades and finally calmed their anger. The "Holy Fire" ring condensed in the altar again.

Only after receiving the "Holy Flame Ring" can the firekeeper leave Achibu temporarily and move freely, because before that, Abuchi was not surrendered, and he was also one of the prisoners trapped there.

A horse hissed, and a group of cavalry surged in the black mist, floating in midair, galloping in front of the horse, rolled up in front of Xuan Yuan, the hoof of the warhorse was raised high, and the cavalry on horseback saluted.

"Come up, I said, let's keep up with the times, okay? Don't engage in these red tapes." Xuan Yuan didn't tie his shirt, and pushed his jacket over his shoulder without trimming his eyes. "Everyone has been peaceful these days ... Well, some people were engaged in wind and rain outside a while ago, and they made a gloomy sacrifice outside. It did n’t even affect the altar."

The cavalry condensed by the black mist stood up, guarding the sides respectfully and guiding him, and suddenly, the leading cavalry glanced at his empty hand, and made a vague voice in his throat: "Holy fire ... "

"A ring, don't mention it, it's hard to say a word." Xuan Yuan waved his hand, "I'll come back for it and go to the altar."

The cavalry looked a little anxious and raised his hand to stop him.

There are some ancient objects in the altar. Xuan Yuan's predecessors occasionally had the opportunity to leave the Abyss and brought back from the world. They are very spiritual. This cavalry is one of the spirits of ancient armor. It is because of these things that Xuan Yuan can understand some of the old sayings of the South-North Dialect.

It's just that these spirits have been in Abyss for a long time, and their minds are inevitably disturbed. The words are not very clear, and they are not considered "foreign teachers". Therefore, Xuan Yuan stuttered when speaking with Sheng Lingyuan.

They are just like him. They have long been in the wind and the sun, and they don't remember where they came from.

"Holy flame ... is a seal, protect you ..." The cavalry said strenuously, and made a gesture on his temple, "Don't ... damage."

Xuan Yuan frowned. "You said the flame was a seal? What was sealed?"

The cavalry reached out a large circle: "Memory ... all."

Xuan Yuan asked, "Who's memory? Mine?"

"All," the cavalry waved his hand. "Fireguard."

Xuan Yuan stunned, and asked, "Do you mean that the memory that I received is not complete because some of the memory was sealed in the ring of the flame?"

The black misted cavalry nodded.

Xuan Yuan: "What are sealed in the ring?"

"Bad." The cavalry said, "Protect you. Every generation of fire keepers ... is there. Born with the new fire keepers."

Xuan Yuan's heart sank—in retrospect, he was indeed in the abyss before he got the ring of the holy fire, but he thought it was because the long memory inheritance was not completed.

It seems that the opposite is also possible--his memory was passed down from the moment he was born, but there were dozens of tragic deaths in it, three thousand years of karma, and it was too painful, so a new one grew on the ring. The torch of fire has sealed that part that he can't bear.

Where did each flintstone come from?

Now the flint is broken, what will happen to him?

There are thirty-five stone monuments in the altar of the Abyss Fire Keeper. After the death of each fire keeper, there will be such a piece. The stone is engraved with the age of death and no other information.

Xuan Yuan came to the most mottled piece-standing in front of the stele of the first firekeeper.

I saw the top of the stone inscription: Da Qi Qizheng six years, at the turn of the night.

At Wannianyi, Xuan Yuan entered two time and place coordinates, not to play tricks.

The second group of time and space is the time and space coordinate point of Wu Di's killing the demon king, because at that time he noticed that there was someone behind him.

And what he really wanted to see through the tenterometer was actually the first set of space-time coordinates-he was not trying to test the machine, nor was it to see the snow.

What he entered was "at the turn of the midnight of Qi Qizheng in six years", which was the day when the first firekeeper was "born".

In Xuan Yuan's weird dream, he "individually" sneaked into Sheng Lingyuan's dormitory, holding a different heart. At the turn of the night, he was sucked in by a black hole behind him in the dream, and at the same time, he heard a distant "cheng" word, as if someone was performing some kind of ritual.

It was midwinter in the dream, and the Emperor's "Duling Palace" was lit all night, and it was snowing outside.

And when he typed "At the turn of the midnight of Qizheng, spend the Ling Palace", the weather simulated by the multimeter happened to be snowing.

Is this a coincidence?

The White Shadow of the Foreign Control Bureau said that he was "rooted by the emperor from the ancestor's grave and sealed into the bones of Abyss." What does it mean?

On the way back to Abyss, Xuan Yuan turned over the information transferred from the Foreign Control Bureau on the train with his mobile phone, and soon noticed a very unusual thing-Emperor Dan Li was in Qizhengwu. Asked at the end of the year.

In the second year after Dan's death, that is, six years after Qizheng, the history books that originally only recorded the year-old scenes and events began to mention Akabu—they sent human power to the vicinity of Akabu every year. The observation records are recent. How far is the weed bush from the Abyss boundary monument to judge the temperature of Abyss.

Since the beginning of Qizheng six years ago, the territorial boundary around Chiyuan has been shrinking year by year, that is, its temperature is decreasing.

why?

The temperature drop in Abuchi was a natural reaction, or did someone do something?

Xuan Ye has always thought that the "fire guard", which had fallen for eight lives, was born, but now all signs indicate that the so-called "fire guard" is sealed here.

Xuan Yuan's hand slowly touched the mottled stele of the fire guard. He suddenly remembered that at the time of the witch's grave, Sheng Lingyuan didn't agree with each other, and he wanted to wear a string of nails with Alozin. In the forest park, the man tried to stop him for nothing ... It really wasn't found by conscience.

Xuan Yuan lowered her head and laughed lowly.

Sheng Lingyuan's attitude changed greatly, just after seeing his birth in his memory--

Where does the emperor's conscience come from? How can he never remember such an important point of knowledge?

Xuan Ling's hands were swollen with green tendons, and the stele of the fire guard was pinched a gap by him.

"You and me ... what a grudge?"

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