Chapter 31 Ancient Spiritual Objects
Two days later, Su Yanjun came to pay his dues after sleeping for a while.
Now that she has Liu Sheng, and she can get started quickly, she can finally fish with peace of mind.
It doesn’t matter if you check in late quietly, since Liu Sheng is there to support you.
It’s good to have colleagues!
But when she arrived at Wanshitang, she saw her good colleague sitting at the counter writing something, and there was a thick stack of books stamped by the library next to him.
"What are you doing?" Su Yanjun asked in shock. She didn't know that the door waiter's job included this.
Liu Sheng wrote carefully without raising his head.
"Writing an article."
Su Yanjun leaned over to take a look, only to see a bunch of complicated inscriptions on the magic circle, as well as some complex analyses.
She suddenly felt dizzy: "Why are you writing this? This should be done by people from the Yiyan Department, right?"
Liu Sheng smiled and said: "Not necessarily, I just want to write an article Contributed to "Practice Theory". "
It just so happened that she had some experience in modifying the analyzer some time ago. Even if the high-dimensional analysis version is not disclosed, the performance can be greatly improved.
Su Yanjun has stayed in Qinghe Weaving Institute for several years, and he probably knows the status of the publication "Cultivation Theory".
She had only heard of someone from the Yiyan Division publishing an article on it, but it took countless time and research materials to produce one, and in her impression, those people were quite old, and some were bald. There was no way he could relate this matter to the girl in front of him.
But she couldn't bear to hit Liu Sheng. He was already stimulated. What if he was hit again and collapsed?
"Isn't this difficult?" Su Yanjun said cautiously.
“It’s indeed a bit difficult.”
Liu Sheng nodded and said seriously.
“But I just posted an article on it last month, so I have experience.”
Su Yanjun:...
It turns out that I was the one who was hit.
Liu Sheng wrote for a while, and today’s first customer came to the door.
Liu Sheng glanced at Su Yanjun, who was concentrating on reading the script, but put away the documents and manuscripts in his hands and put them in the drawer, and took the initiative to greet him.
This guest is a middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing a python-patterned brocade robe, with shining gold jewelry on his hands, and a jingling pendant around his waist. He should be from a good family.
As soon as he sat down, he said anxiously without even drinking the hot tea brought by Liu Sheng: "Girl, please save me!"
"Please don't be anxious, let's talk first. What happened to you?"
"I think...my wife...is not normal..."
He didn't know what he thought of, so he took out his silk handkerchief to wipe it. Wiped the sweat on his forehead.
Liu Sheng has become accustomed to customers coming to ask for help these days. He speaks in an exaggerated manner and quietly pushes the hot tea in front of him.
"My name is Fu Cai, and my family has been in the quarrying business for generations."
Fu Cai took a sip of hot tea, calmed down, and spoke slowly.
“Something is not right. It started more than ten days ago. One day, my wife suddenly slept until noon and didn’t get up until noon. She usually gets up when the rooster crows to serve her parents-in-law. She has not fallen behind in the ten years since she entered the house. Once. But that day, I saw that she was not in good spirits when she woke up and I was not too harsh."
"Of course you don't need to be harsh on her..." Liu Sheng muttered in a low voice.
“What did you say?” Fu Cai asked doubtfully. "Nothing, please continue."
“Oh, and then, she was very hungry as soon as she woke up. She was still not satisfied after lunch, so she asked the maid to go to the street and buy two large bowls of pig sesame water, which made her eat deliciously.”
"Pig offal is indeed delicious. Your lady may have eaten too much. I wonder what's strange?" Liu Sheng couldn't help but swallow when she thought of simmering ginger, onion, star anise and bay leaves in cooking wine, and then eating it with spicy food. Take a sip of saliva.
“But she used to be most afraid of the smell of pork! She didn’t even know how to eat pig sesame! Even if I took a bite secretly, she would be disgusted by it!” Fu Cai said excitedly, “After that, she would eat it every day. Eating... doesn't necessarily mean pigs, she also eats cattle and sheep. In short, she has to buy offal to eat every day."
"That's all, she ate cooked ones at first. ...Recently! I just recently discovered that she started eating raw food secretly!”
"That day, I drank too much and got up in the middle of the night. I just happened to see her sneaking towards the kitchen. Seeing her acting strangely, I followed her secretly, but I saw..." Fu Cai looked horrified. , gritted his teeth, seeming to recall some extremely terrifying scene.
"It's okay. Just think about it slowly and wait until you're ready." Liu Sheng reassured.
Fu Cai took another sip of tea and took a deep breath: "I saw her eating the raw meat directly in the kitchen, especially the offal. She held it in her hands and ate it with her face red... "
"I don't dare to alarm her, but I'm getting more and more scared. She looks at me strangely recently, as if I'm a meal!" Fu Cai was so frightened that the fat on his face appeared. Shake.
Su Yanjun also woke up, sitting aside and listening with concern: "So how is it now?"
"I'm so scared now that I don't even dare to go home. I asked my parents to move to a village in the countryside." Fu Cai patted his stomach and made a loud noise, "That scene made me sick for several days. I lost a lot of weight because I didn’t eat enough meat.”
Su Yanjun twitched his lips after hearing this.
"We still need to understand some details before we can classify it better. Do you think there was anything different from usual before she fell asleep that time?" Liu Sheng continued to ask seriously, "For example, where did you go, what did you eat, what did you touch?"
Fu Cai tried to think back: "Where did you go? Should you?" No, I don’t really let her go out. I’m still a traditional person. I can make money to support her, so why should she show up in public?”
I don’t realize that this will offend Ri Ri. Liu Sheng and Su Yanjun, who appeared in public, continued: "The food is similar to what I eat... and I didn't see anyone else in the backyard..."
Then, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered something: "The day before, my mother thought about how hard it was for her to take care of her parents-in-law, and wanted to give her a bracelet that was passed down from our family. She also specifically asked my opinion. I thought about this bracelet. Although it is an ancient thing and is very valuable, she is my wife after all, so just give it to her.”
“By the way, she slept with this bracelet on!”
That’s it! Once it came, things became clear.
Su Yanjun contacted the Inspectorate of the Weaving Institute directly this time and explained what happened to Fucai. The Inspectorate felt a little strange after hearing this, and immediately arranged for someone to go to Fuocai's home.
……
When the monks from the patrol department came back and saw that their bodies were stained with blood, Su Yanjun stepped forward curiously and asked.
"Are you injured?"
"This is not our blood, it belongs to that woman." One of the monks said indifferently. "It has been killed, and the mind has been completely eroded."
"There is indeed something wrong with the bracelet. It is not just an ordinary ancient thing, but it is not a weird thing, it should be a spiritual thing. After wearing it, It may arouse bloodlust. The specific triggering mechanism needs to be looked at by the Yiyan Department."
Another colleague from the Patrol Department is quite familiar with Su Yanjun and is willing to say more.
"I can only say that the ancient spiritual objects are indeed extraordinary."
Liu Sheng was listening thoughtfully.
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