You can find out that if you look through the unit's archives, there is more than one item in the warehouse like this.

As long as it is 'isolated' through certain means so that it cannot affect others, it is relatively safe.

Zeng Shan is trying to achieve this goal in various ways and detect what the so-called energy is, how it affects people, and how it can image it.

I recommended Li Fang's "biography" to her, which may be helpful for her to study magic lamps.

Zeng Shan has read the "biography" and the focus is obviously different from mine. She imagined a "thunderstorm" drama. For example, Cai Ge is not sick at all. He is the son of a persecuted ex-wife. His two gangsters and young mother attempt to embezzle his property and may even want his life. As for the 16-year-old Xiao Xiao mother, she may have an ambiguous relationship with several brothers in her family.

The family conflict intensified, and Cai Ge took action to set fire to vent his anger and to protect himself.

It’s also a drama watching, Zeng Shan and I have two ways. Her idea is so "down-to-earth" that it is completely different from the same style as me who often performs science fiction films.

She also called me specifically to ask if she had ever thought about why Li Fang's father threw away the magic lamp after his wife died.

Li Fang didn't say the reason. Perhaps his father hadn't explained it to him, and he was just a child at that time, and he could not have imagined that there was a too complicated relationship.

I guess it was Li Fang's father who realized that he had been cheated. The magic lamp was not harmless. Even if it was in the hands of a good person, it would still harm people.

Zeng Shan said nono, and she also reasoned out a conspiracy theory of dog, blood, abuse, and love. I hurriedly asked her to stop. Her behavior of using the blank area of ​​the "biography" seems to be of no help in studying magic lamps.

After hanging up Zeng Shan's phone call, I answered Xu Youlin's call again. She slept for several days and finally recovered. She couldn't wait to ask me to interview for the diary.

She took the diary home to study and asked me to go to her house to discuss it directly.

Xu Youlin's residence is a bit off, next to the scenic area and along the mountain. Outside the door are green mountains, probably to protect the eyes.

She lived on the top floor of the newly built high-rise building and built a garden on the rooftop. It was too hot, so she only led me around the rooftop for a while and then went back to the house to blow up the air conditioner.

She bought a three-bedroom and one living room house, one bedroom, one guest room, and one room connected to the living room. She changed it into an open study room. There were several bookshelfs, all of which were large bookshelfs leading directly to the ceiling, filled with professional books.

Her home is like an office, and the decoration is extremely simple. If it weren't for being too bad, I would probably be able to live in a rough house directly.

The hobbies of experts are always unique. She asked me to sit on the lazy sofa in front of the window. She walked to the desk by herself, opened the drawer with an electronic password lock, and took out Bei Xiangmei's diary from it.

"I have read the contents in this book. They are password paintings. They first appeared on the rock walls of ancient times. The time and location of their appearance are not fixed, and I think it is random."

I didn't understand, so I waited silently for her to continue talking.

"You can understand it as a prophecy, and the people who convey this message are random, they can be hunters, blacksmiths, farmers... elderly, young people, children, regardless of origin, gender, age, whoever they are, without any need to have any painting foundation."

"Who smoked them?"

"It's hard to say, maybe it's the will of the universe."

"Ahem~" Okay, another fantasy screenwriter came. He said it like a real thing. Who can know the will of the universe?

Xu Youlin thought that she had expected that I would not believe it, so she took out a stack of A4 paper from the drawer, which were bound together.

She handed it to me, and I took it to look it up. There were colorful pictures printed on the paper. The top pages should be photos. The background was a yellow-white rock wall, and there were strange and difficult pictures on it, which were indeed somewhat similar to those in Bei Xiangmei's diary.

In addition to the photos of the rock wall, there are also photos of the stone slabs. The paintings on the stone slabs are carved and turned down. There are sheepskin paintings and straw paper paintings, which look like the age is getting closer.

The last few pages are comparison examples made by Xu Youlin herself. She circled all the symbols and graphics that appear repeatedly in the painting with a red pen.

These weird figures recur in paintings of different ages, obviously conveying a fixed signal.

Xu Youlin said that the authors of these paintings are from all over the world, and there is no possibility of getting to know each other. For example, non-natives a thousand years ago and shepherds in the Nordic town five hundred years ago have no connection between the two, but the two people draw similar strange paintings, with the same style and the same special symbols used.

"This is quite common in triangle shapes." Of course, the repeated symbols and graphics in these paintings are not only triangular shapes, and most of the content cannot be described. In reality, no items or patterns can be found that match the upper number.

I just think the will of the universe is a bit mysterious, it is difficult to believe that it really exists, and randomly guide someone to endorse it.

Xu Youlin pointed to a spiral pattern and said, "This is a storm, this is not an ordinary geometric shape."

That's right, these are relatively simple patterns, and those more complex and difficult-to-understand patterns are also repeated.

It seems that all paintings are talking about similar things, at least a few things are the same.

Xu Youlin said that she has been studying this for a long time. At first, she was interested in their careers and was interested in all mysterious and unknown symbols.

It took her ten years to collect these paintings alone, and many friends who accompanied her help.

Anyway, she also shared the information with everyone, and they have been looking for those "spokes" to do so.

According to what she said, Bei Xiangmei is one of the spokespersons. I saw that she was so interested and took the initiative to tell her who the "author" of this secret painting was.

"But this person has been missing for many years."

"I'll introduce you to someone. He has a set of people. Do you have that person's belongings?"

"Yes, but that was something from more than 20 years ago, and the smell on it had long since evaporated."

"Just be a common thing."

"So awesome?"

"Well, no matter how difficult it is to find someone or body, he can find it." Xu Youlin finished speaking, "But one thing, he takes orders all depends on his mood. Moreover, he only has five days to feel good when he takes 365 days a year."

"You mean I have to come to the door for these five days before he can take action?"

"Yes, but no one knows which five days it was. I was in a good mood last year, but it doesn't mean it's good this year."

Xu Youlin scratched her bald head and threw down another heavy bomb, bomb: "He will charge 500,000 labor fees first when he receives an order, and then 500,000 if he finds it."

"Good, five million a year, and you will start five days of work!"

Xu Youlin nodded silently, and I hurriedly asked: "Is the unit reimbursed?"

She shook her head: "So only when it is related to human life will the employer look for him to find someone."

People may not agree...

"Forget it, I can't afford it." It would be better if such an expert didn't know him, so as not to lose money.

Xu Youlin wanted to see Bei Xiangmei more than me. I saw that she seemed to be thinking and quickly advised her not to be impulsive. People who had been in contact with the magic lamp were dead, and those who had only seen special patients also died.

Bei Xiangmei is one of the special patients. Qiao Dingkang was sure to let him pass the lamp. Maybe the scene Wang Kexin encountered was the one who was the lamp holder in the treatment room at that time.

Isn't that a corpse that has been cremated by spending one million million to find a corpse, or it may have died of a brain disease.

Xu Youlin was very regretful. I applied to the head of the sect and allowed her to copy a copy of her diary and keep it for her to study it slowly. I took the original back to the unit for archives and storage.

The building collapsed, the foreign formation was broken, and the magic lamp was found. As long as it is isolated, the mission will be almost over.

I said goodbye to Xu Youlin and was about to go back to the group to write a report. Wu Yan suddenly called me and said that she was leaving the capital and hoped to talk to me before leaving.

We made an appointment with her friend's store. Just like last time, the owner and the waiter were not there, and she was the only one who made tea herself in the store.

She should have been paying attention to the news about the abandoned hospital. She knew that the hospital building had collapsed and that place would be built again, so the first thing she said when she saw me was to ask who bought it.

I said it seemed to be an Internet company, and I don’t know what to do.

The head of the sect asked me to ask the construction team within the clan to build a building for the new department, and mentioned that it was to use an online company to disguise his identity.

Wu Yan seemed quite regretful and sighed, saying that she originally wanted to buy the place, but she didn't know who intercepted her and could not find the other party's background.

"Why are you buying that place? I'm not scared?" I wondered.

"It's not that I want to buy it, it's it." Wu Yan was wearing a cool body today, but a scarf was wrapped around her neck. She said as she pulled the scarf off, revealing a circle of purple marks on her neck.

"This is?"

"It's coming to me." Wu Yan shook her head annoyed, "I shouldn't have relaxed my guard."

I noticed that the white jade bracelet she had not worn last time, and a blood mark was cut on her wrist where she wore it.

"Was that monster caught you?"

"Yes."

Wu Yan lowered her head slightly, and her tone was extremely depressed, saying that she saw a video of a hospital building collapsed on the Internet, thinking that I had solved the problem.

In the early morning that day, she did send me a text message asking about the progress of the task. I replied that her foreign formation was destroyed and the light had been found.

She relaxed her vigilance and went to a friend's birthday party the next day. A guest got drunk and grabbed her hand in a hurry, holding onto the bracelet.

While the two of them pulled, their arms hit the wall and the jade bracelet was broken in half. The man still refused to let go. He was pulled apart by other guests who rushed over. The broken jade bracelet scratched Wu Yan's wrist.

For the sake of his friends, Wu Yan did not make a big deal, and the drunk guest's family also said that they would compensate Wu Yan for his losses.

Wu Yan couldn't say it clearly that the bracelet was not just jewelry, it was amulet, and it couldn't be bought no matter how much it cost.

Maybe she felt it was unlucky or was uneasy, so she left before the banquet ended.

When she returned to the hotel she stayed, she was restless and went to bed early.

Half-dream and half-awake, she felt something wrapped around her neck. She tried to open her eyes and wake herself up. The night light in the room was on. When she opened her eyes, she saw a black shadow floating in the air, as if she was looking down at her.

The black shadow stretched out a rope, tied to her neck, and she wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound.

"Miss Leng, I'm sorry..." Wu Yan said a few words of sorry, making me confused.

She lowered her head and refused to look directly at me. My eyes looked down and I saw the shadow on the desktop.

Then I raised my head and looked at the top of my head. A strangely shaped black shadow floated above my head.

"Oh, you finally want to show up." What else can you not understand? Wu Yan brought it, but now I am more curious about what it can do to me.

The black shadow didn't say anything, Wu Yan spoke: "It wants that lamp, give it to it."

"Qiao Dingkang's property does not include that lamp. The new owner of that land only needs land and does not have the things in the abandoned building. So whoever picks up this lamp is considered to be the one I can give it to you?"

The black shadow enveloped my head, much more exaggerated than the baking lamp that permed my head, but it just stopped there and had no other movement.
To be continued...