Chapter 171

This kind of screen originated from the Chinese dynasty. Japan once sent Tang envoys to study in the Chinese dynasty, so it is not uncommon for Japan to have cultural objects with Chinese characteristics.

The pattern on the screen is a typical oriental painting method. The characters are slightly exaggerated and the landscape is very freehand. Generally speaking, what is painted on the screen is flowers, birds, fish and insects, and what is painted on the screen seems to be a record of some major events.

An yizhixin said that this is probably the forgotten history preserved by Changtian temple.

The screen has four sides, and the patterns drawn on each side are different. An Yizhi looks one by one from right to left.

The first side shows a man in cassock standing by the spring, chanting words and dropping granular things. It should be a monk. The farmland around the spring is lush and fertile, and the villagers around are elated.

This pattern is as like as two peas in the nursery rhymes, but a creature above it has attracted the attention of ANN. It has a reddish brown color, a huge membrane wing, and six pairs of feet. It should have been an oval shaped part of the head, with a sticky tentacle sticking out, and a pair of scissors on the hand.

"What's that? Is there a line on the monk's head?"

An Yizhi, who was thinking about what that thing was, heard Lin Linglin say so and turned his attention back to the monk. He saw a string of X-shaped marks on the back of the monk's head.

"Looks like... A suture?"

"Hundreds of years ago?"

They felt incredible. The time in the painting should be at least 500 years ago. At that time, there was craniotomy in Japan?

For a moment, Ann remembered where she saw the top creature in the canvas.

"Mi Ge"

"What?"

"This is a terrible race, from craft horror novels whispering at night"

"Supernatural creatures?"

"No, they are a race of science and technology. You can understand them as aliens. These guys who look like big insects can fly in the flesh. Human technology is no different from primitive people in front of them."

In a magic background game, it's wonderful to see such a scientific race, even a temporary copy. I don't know what the main system responsible for generating copies is doing.

"The suture on the monk's head makes sense. Mi Ge is best at brain surgery."

If the monk was actually controlled by Mi Ge through brain surgery, what he threw into the spring

They continued to look down. In the second pattern, countless huge hands stretched out from the spring and dragged the villagers into the water one by one. The remaining villagers who escaped narrowly ran to a temple to escape.

Is that Changtian temple?

Three times before, the criminal police once said that when they met Lord Salas, they had to hide in Changtian temple to save their lives.

"Look at the people dragged into the water"

"Hmm? How are those people... Being transformed?"

In the details, the person dragged into the water by the giant hand becomes gray, divided into two parts, and becomes a giant hand again.

They looked at each other and thought of the palm indentation they copied from the telegraph pole. Isn't that a human shape!

Turning to the third picture, you can see a dragon flying out of the Changtian temple, which connects the Changtian temple and the spring. The dragon mouth is large, and the spring water is sucked up by it. It is obvious that the area of the spring water is much smaller than the first two pictures.

It is also a pattern related to nursery rhymes. It seems that the so-called stone dragon drinking water to restrain floods is false, and it is true to restrain something unspeakable.

Finally look to the fourth.

In the painting, a monk and many villagers chant scriptures by the spring. From the perspective of dress, the monk is not the same as the previous monk, and there is no suture on his head.

They threw a large number of dolls into the spring, and the giant hands at the bottom of the spring robbed them one after another.

"Sacrifice?"

Think of the four porcelain dolls found by the brave and invincible. There must be something between them.

"Why sacrifice with dolls?"

"Instead of living people, this way of sacrifice has existed since ancient times. People in different periods and places have their own practices."

For example, steamed bread, it is said that after Zhuge Liang captured Meng Huo seven times, when crossing the river, there were dark clouds, strong winds and huge waves, and the army could not cross the river. Meng Huo said that it was caused by the innocent souls of soldiers who died in the war all year round, and 49 heads of barbarian soldiers needed to be sacrificed.

After hearing this, Zhuge Liang thought it was inappropriate. The younger generation planned to wrap beef and mutton stuffing with white flour, make it into a head shape, steam it in a pot and put it into the river instead of raw sacrifice. Only then was it calm.

It is worth mentioning that the word "steamed bread" originally refers to stuffed buns, that is, what we now call steamed buns, while today's steamed bread was called steamed cakes in the past. Until the Song Dynasty, there was a saying that steamed stuffed bun was another name for steamed bread.

By the way, the steamed bread at that time was called cooking cake, that is, the thing sold by Wu Dalang

Therefore, the Japanese who learned from the Tang Dynasty still have stuffed pasta called steamed bread.

Let's go further and get back to the point.

When they were watching around the screen, there suddenly came a chaotic sound of footsteps behind them. An Yizhi and Lin Linglin hurriedly covered the flannelette back and looked at the Buddha statues inside the hall as if nothing had happened.

"Please stop. I'll be troubled if you break in like this."

It was the voice of the hostess Baizi, but this was not said to an Yizhi and them, but another wave of people.

They seem to be the material collection team from the TV station, carrying a series of equipment such as cameras. At the front is the reporter red deer... Wild horse deer who once met at the door of the police station.

"Where did you break in, or did you hide something? Do you want to hinder the freedom of reporting“

Journalists are really not a pleasant profession. Many unscrupulous journalists wantonly distort the facts under the banner of freedom of reporting to attract attention. Although there are many journalists who struggle for the truth, most of them are guys like mustard deer who do everything they can for news.

No wonder netizens call reporters prostitutes.

"Oh, isn't it Mr. an Yizhi and Miss Ling Weiran?"

The wild horse deer son spoke out their names, which surprised them. It seemed that he had never disclosed them.

Yamamoto, who was dissuaded nearby, showed a look of surprise and uncertainty. He probably regarded them as a group.

"Are you...? I remember we haven't met. How do you know our names?"

Ann pointed to the invincible brave man behind the group, who shrugged and said he didn't say it.

"After a little investigation, you are investigating the missing neighbor, Miss Ye Yue. I personally admire it. You are much more active than those incompetent police."

Lush grass on the plains of the police, the courage of the reporters is also great enough, though the brave are invincible and the police who are leaving the original are just camping police.

"Can we have an exclusive interview? I've figured out the name. It's called a 4-hour special program to find girls whose whereabouts are unknown. Distant relatives are better than close neighbors"

Don't think they have any good intentions. An Yizhi saw three words of big news from the eyes of Mustang deer. This is a typical way to watch the excitement.

"You're not welcome here. Get out."

The reporter's self talk made the host Miss angry, she said with a straight face.

"Oh, please don't be angry. Changtian temple is naturally in our program. It's good to advertise for free. I heard that the hostess is worried about the lack of incense money. The expenditure of children's welfare home is not small. If the name of Changtian temple is loud, it will improve the financial situation."

After talking to himself for a long time, the reporter turned and looked at an Yizhi and said, "is it okay? Finally, the witnesses, Mr. an Yizhi and Miss Ling Weiran?"

"Enough! I don't want to listen to your nonsense. Get out of here, or I have the right to sue you for illegal intrusion!"

Yamamoto, who has always had a good temper, finally broke out. Her forehead was skinny and blue, which was obviously angry with reporters.

"Is that really good? Madam President, the scandal between you and the former mayor has not completely passed. Be careful to raise more ugly topics again ~"

This is a naked threat. The hostess is as disgusting as eating a fly.

"For example, where is the missing yishenshi? The host lady, who is the lover of the former mayor, must know the whereabouts, and what is the so-called Lord Salas?"

"That, that is..."

At the words "Lord Salas", the originally angry hostess was frightened out of control, and her body trembled slightly. The reason was not anger but fear.

"What does Lord Salas have to do with the disappearance? What will miss Yamamoto, the lover of the former mayor who knows all this, say?"

"I, No. I......"

An Yizhi can't see it anymore. The reporter can't ask any key content here. She is not interested in the truth. What she is interested in is the news, and Yamamoto, who doesn't want the matter to expand, won't say it, so it's urgent to drive these reporters away first.

He winked at lush grass on the plains. The latter understood, dragged the incongrant brave man, and pulled out the police officer's evidence.

"Shut up, Miss reporter. Now please all your people out."

"What do you mean? The police obstruct reporters from obtaining materials? This is typical public power violence!"

"If I remember correctly, the landowner has the right to refuse others to enter. If you don't listen to the dissuasion, it will be equivalent to illegal invasion. You will go to jail, Miss reporter."

"But, damn it!"

There is indeed such a provision in the law. Now the journalists have no choice. There will be no problem in obtaining materials in public areas, but they must get permission to enter the land owner's place. That is, in Japan, if in the evil United States emperor, the homeowner's shooting deterrence is legal.

"We'll leave. Well, Mr. an, about the interview..."

An Yi pointed to her and responded with a middle finger.

"Don't think so. I won't give up for the news."

With that, the wild horse deer took a large number of press groups and left together. No matter how reluctant, the police can no longer violate the law. It's no problem to stand at the moral commanding height and accuse the police of doing things unfavourably, but it would be foolish to take the initiative to put the handle in the hands of others.

When the last reporter disappeared at the door, an Yizhi said to YAMAMOTO:

"Madam President, I think you understand that there are some things you can't hide. You also know that we are not the same as the reporter. We just want to save Ye Yue."

Yamamoto's face was blue and white for a while. At last, he gritted his teeth and said to the people:

"Please follow me and I'll tell you the whole thing."