Chapter 244:

Once the seed germinates, Van Gaal's magnetic field will not work on it. Instead, it will become a fertilizer that nourishes it, prompting it to grow and branch out. But Ma You's space isolation force helped a lot, and the savage growing vines were imprisoned in Dantian. As long as one layer was reinforced every day, there should not be too many problems in a short time.
However, how to remove it, Van Gogh has no clue.
He stared at the mountain ridge showing a golden sun, watching the mist gradually dispelled by dawn, and his voice seemed to drift away at any time: "Do you know? Since waking up, I have been asking almost every moment Yourself-Van Gogh, are you doing the right thing? Is the road you are taking to your destination? "
He paused for a while and said again: "It is not until today that I finally determined that I am right. I must go down this path. If I do n’t die, this world ca n’t be given to others. It does n’t belong to anyone, But it also belongs to anyone. "
Speaking of which, he held his forehead and whispered softly, "I probably felt so dizzy that I couldn't even speak clearly. Can you understand?"
Song Rui handed him a pack of disinfectant tissues and instructed: "Your hands are full of blood and your face is dirty."
Fangalo took a tissue to wipe the blood on his forehead.
Song Rui took off his coat and handed it over again: "Put the wound on the abdomen."
Fangallo put the coat together and blocked the wound. The two were very calm from beginning to end, no one cried and wiped tears, and no one groaned in pain. Such an atmosphere makes this deadly crisis plain and insignificant, but it is full of courage.
Van Gogh sniffed the light sandalwood from his coat and somehow wanted to laugh.
Song Rui stared at him fiercely and warned: "You save some energy, don't toss."
Fangallo looked at him sideways, hooked his lips, bent his eyebrows, and looked soft like a young man who knew nothing about the world. Only in front of Song Rui will he reveal his truest and most vulnerable side.
Song Ruifei gave him a quick look, and his nose was sour for some reason.
"I can understand what you say." He said dumbly: "You want to say that the world belongs to everyone, right?"
"Yes." Fangal nodded weakly, seemingly thinking, and coldly said: "But there are always some people who think that they are the masters of the world and are gods that override all living beings. If you let them go, ordinary people will not Alright. Just now, did you see what Lin Nianci looked like? "
"Seeing clearly, she restored her original appearance." Song Rui raised the temperature of the air conditioner upward. Whether Van Gogh needs it or not, he always considers it for him subconsciously.
"To make her completely dissipated aura reach the same level as before, it is necessary to plunder at least thousands of lives." The more the voice of Vangaro said, the colder he said: "Her black hair was soaked in the blood of ordinary people, and her teeth condensed I do n’t know how many people ’s grievances, her smooth skin plundered other people ’s spirits, and her luck is enough to cut off one side of the water and turn it into a Jedi. I do n’t know what method she used to restore her original appearance, I only know that the price to pay behind this is unimaginable for ordinary people. If there are more people like her in the world, ordinary people will lose the space to survive. "
Song Rui condensed his thoughts and shook his head: "If this is the case, it means that there is a blood case of thousands of people hidden behind her. So many people have died in a short time, and the police can't even notice it."
"You're right," Fangalo closed his eyes and pondered: "Now she is not only energetic, full of vitality, but also lucky. The vitality can be plundered from ordinary people, but the spirit and luck are not easily available. Things, otherwise those people at Xuanmen had already built a positive result. Her way of seeking faith was cut off, where to find spiritual energy and luck, what is her source? "
After thinking for a long time, Fangallo finally shook his head and sighed: "After so many years, my sister seems to have a little brain."
Song Rui asked curiously: "What kind of person was she originally?"
"She was well protected by my master. She was naive, kind and indifferent to the world, but she was very self-respected and ambitious."
"A naive and kind-hearted ambitionist?" Song Rui smiled and shook his head: "It's contradictory. Such a person is like a child. Once he is out of the guardianship of his parents, he will do something unscrupulous. Judgment, good things can also be made bad by her. "
Fangallo nodded and said: "As long as Master is still alive, she always grows up and doesn't need to grow up. No matter how many baskets she poke out, Master will always carry it for her."
Speaking of which, Van Galaro's hands were erected into a spire, leaning against his jaw and muttered: "You said, does my master know that Lin Nianci is Song Enci?"
Song Rui thought briefly, and decisively denied: "He doesn't know. According to your statement, since your master is so precious, Song Enci, she will never leave her alone and go to retreat by herself."
"Yes," Fangallo thought of God, and few laughed out loud again: "I suddenly looked forward to seeing Master."
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Van Gogh looked very hurt, returned to the old house of Fan family, slept a night above Longkou, and recovered completely the next day. The group of vines was isolated in Dantian by him with a small space, and could not be messed up for the time being, and Lin Nianci and his party also left Longyin Temple, hiding in a corner of Beijing City, and dared not meet him.
When Song Rui returned to the police station, he told Lin Nianci somehow to restore his youth, and asked Meng Zhong to investigate whether there were large-scale disappearances in Beijing and its surrounding areas.
With the lessons learned from Ma You, the police station attached great importance to the disappearance case. It used to be reported 24 hours before the disappearance. Now it is 12 hours after the disappearance. You can ask the police to intervene in the investigation.
Ma You ’s killing completely exposed the group of strangers to the public ’s field of vision. Public opinion ca n’t suppress it and can only be guided. Fortunately, many people have seen the world of strange people, and their ability to accept this kind of supernatural things has increased. Apart from the occasional suspicious behavior, life has not changed much.
The consultancy company started by Song Wenneng suddenly had a boom in business, only because Yuan Zhongzhou and others were successively stamped with official certifications and won the trust of the public. With their assistance, the pressure on the police has been reduced a lot.
Nowadays, Meng Zhong has recruited a large number of talents, and the size of the Special Case Investigation Section has increased several times. Even Yuan Zhongzhou and others have become his non-staff subordinates, and it is naturally very fast to investigate missing cases.
He issued a notice of co-investigation to the local police and received feedback one after another in just one hour, and finally determined that there were no large-scale disappearances in Beijing and surrounding areas.
Song Rui immediately sent the information to Fangallo and asked him to change his mind.
There is a library in the old house of the Fan family, which contains all the ancient books of metaphysics. In recent days, Van Gogh stayed here to read the materials every day, trying to find out the reason why Song Enci was reincarnated as a baby and grew up again as Lin Nianci.
No matter how innocent Lin Nianci behaves and how impeccable his memory is, he has always believed in his intuition. It is with this kind of intuition that he can come to today step by step after life and death.
In the end, he found such a line of text in an ancient book that was so old that it was about to loosen pages--to gather the power of the heavens and the earth, and he could repair the double body at the time of the solution.
Just a dozen words, so simple and straightforward to write, but to achieve the goal, the difficulty is as high as the sky. Not to mention anything else, just starting the first five words is hard for ordinary people to do. "Gathering the power of heaven and earth"-a person who does not even have the heart of the Dao, how to gather the power of heaven and earth?
Fangallo closed the ancient books and visited Master Chang Jing that day. It is said that Song Enci died in the battle of dragon protection, and Master Chang Jing was one of the participants in the battle of dragon protection. In order to protect the Dragon Kingdom of the Chinese Kingdom from the Yin and Yang masters dispatched by the Japanese pirates, the Xuanmen at the time was spared no effort and came out of the city.
He thought that he had put such a heavy hand on Lin Nianci, he would be rejected by Master Chang Jing, but he didn't expect the other person to come out and greet him personally. Fan Dharma.
When leaving the Longyin Temple, Fangallo looked back at Master Changjing who was smiling, always feeling that the other party seemed to know something.
In the end, the battle for dragon protection was still a tremendous victory for China. On this vast continent, only seven dragon veins survived, and they were distributed far away. Fangallo took a week off for Xu Yiyang and took him around the dragon veins. After returning, he looked very dignified and shut himself in the basement for three days and three nights.
In these three days, no one knew what he did. Only Xu Yiyang found that the black dragon carved in the basement seemed to be more lifelike, and the dark dragon eyes radiated divine light all the time, as if one mouth could scream into the sky .
Xu Yiyang was afraid of this black dragon, but he ran over and watched it a few times every day. Occasionally, he brought a skull and a little yellow man and stood far away to talk to it.
Fangallo's mobile phone has not been turned on for three days, so that he missed a lot of news. He first reported the safety to Dr. Song, and then patiently responded to everyone who cared about his greetings. Before a text message was written, Meng Zhong called the phone and said he wanted to ask him for a favor.
"What's busy?" Fangallo walked into the courtyard to bask in the sun. He seems to be nostalgic for the warmth.
"My friend is going to hold an antique auction and would like to invite you to be an appraiser. Your ability should be able to distinguish the authenticity of antiques, right?" Meng Zhong was not sure about this.
"Yes. When will the auction be held and where?" Fangallo thought, and immediately agreed. He has always done things by instinct, and at this moment, his instinct tells him that this auction must go.
Meng Zhongxi was overjoyed and immediately sent his friend's phone number to let him contact him. So two days later, Fangallo and Song Rui came to the Allure Spring and Autumn Auction House, and met the person in charge here, that is, Meng Zhong's good friend Su Zhenrong.
"For a long time, please, Mr. Fan, please." Su Zhenrong personally ran to the gate to pick up people and walked along the way to introduce: "If it were not for the large scale of the auction we are undertaking, I will not trouble you. It is a few antiques that we borrowed from the Central Museum in the town, which are very precious. "
Su Zhenrong pointed to several glass cabinets displayed side by side and said, "This blue glazed carved bowl is from the Song Dynasty. The workmanship is very exquisite. Do you think this gloss and this color are not like the washed sky? This ivory sitting Buddha is The antiques of the Ming Dynasty, said to be the relics of the Taoist monks, have been soaked in the Buddha ’s character, which is very unusual. This bronze turtle has a larger origin and cannot be verified in a specific year, but experts say it existed at least before the Western Zhou Dynasty. The instruments used by the sorcerer for divination, the text carved on the back has not been interpreted so far. There is also this gilt bronze eight-embellished copper pot ... "
What Su Zhenrong said next, Van Gaal had no intention to listen, but just stood in front of the glass cabinet storing the bronze turtle. After a long time without moving the pace, his hands were attached to the left and right sides of the cabinet, inviting.
Su Zhenrong's voice gradually faded, and his tone shifted into anxiety: "Mr. Fan, what do you always stare at this bronze turtle? Is it a problem? Shouldn't it, our auction house never touched these cultural relics, They were all brought in by people from the Central Museum and locked in cabinets. Their experts are now in the front hall to help us identify antiques. They should know if something goes wrong. "
"Where are the experts of the Central Museum?" Van Gaal asked immediately.
"In the painting and calligraphy exhibition hall in front of me, I will take you there." Su Zhenrong asked, while wiping sweat: "Is there a problem with the bronze turtle?"
"I have to open the glass cabinet and look carefully to know." Van Gogh did not answer positively, but gave some hints.
Su Zhenrong gave a sigh in his heart, and suddenly even the road was unstable. Among the treasures of the town halls they borrowed, the bronze turtle is undoubtedly the most mysterious and precious. Once unearthed, it was listed as a national-level protected cultural relic. If there was a problem, all the antiques of their auction house were sold. I'm afraid I can't afford it.
Su Zhenrong was more and more panicked, the pace inevitably speeded up a lot, and as soon as he entered the hall, he pointed to Van Gogh and hurriedly said: "Every expert, this is the consultant Mr. Fan who I invited. He wants to take a closer look at the bronze turtle of Western Zhou ,Not sure if this is possible?"
The leading expert categorically refused without thinking: "No, that bronze turtle belongs to the national special protection cultural relics, no one can touch it without the approval of the superior. Is it not enough for you to see through the glass cabinet?"
Fangalo nodded to several experts and calmly said: "If I say, is the bronze turtle fake?"
"Impossible!" Several experts retorted in unison and blushed immediately.
One of the experts said firmly: "The artifacts of our Central Museum can't be fake. When we took it out this morning, each of us checked it carefully and found no problems. During the transportation, It has never left the eyes of us and the camera. And every once in a while, we will repair the bronze turtle, weigh it carefully, and record each of its most subtle changes. Even if it is due to oxidation A millimeter of rust, we can quickly find it. It can't be fake! "
No matter how these people argue, Van Gogh just repeated the previous request: "Can I open the glass cabinet and take a look?"
"Absolutely not." The leading expert has shown a disgusted look. Seeing Song Rui take out his phone and dialing, he can not help sneering: "It's useless to find a relationship. I know you. You are the son of the second room of the Song family. Your background is shaking. Not the authority of the Central Museum. "
Fangallo held Dr. Song's wrist, shook his head slightly at him, and finally pointed to a "Songfeng Tingqin" hanging on the wall and said, "You hang this painting to the highest place."
"Why?" Su Zhenrong stood still.
Each painting in this exhibition hall has its own fixed position. If you move one of them at will to make a wall free, it will definitely look bad. This is the most important auction undertaken by Qingcheng Chunqiu Auction House. Naturally, it wants to be perfect.
"You just move it. If the picture can be kept intact after the auction, I will never mention the bronze turtle." Van Gogh said this and went to the auction hall without further help. Identify antiques. The questions and disgusts of those experts on him were almost written on his face. He didn't need to stick to the cold of others.
Sure enough, after he left Song Rui's hand, several experts sneered: "What kind of bull, ghost, snake, dare to come to fight the Central Museum's idea. Is it also possible to see the state-level protected cultural relics if he wants to see them?" Mr. Su, how did you find this kind of person? The identification of cultural relics relies on professional knowledge, but it is not a wicked influence. "
"Yes, I'm afraid that you are too busy, so I wanted to find a helper. Where do I know that he only looked at it and said that the bronze turtle is fake." One thing is better than one less, Su Zhenrong will The child had calmed down, and of course he did not want Van Gogh to look at the bronze turtle on his site. In case he provokes something, do n’t let the auction house take responsibility?
"He just looked at it and said that the bronze turtle is fake?" Several experts were really irritated by his words, and scolded: "Who is this, and the national special protection cultural relics can also be used to joke! May be the recent reputation Too big, bloated? "
"Who knows what he thinks. Most of their kind are gods and gods." Su Zhenrong tried his best to degrade Van Gogh and tried to wipe this matter away. He now particularly regrets inviting people, which is too troublesome.
The staff standing aside carefully asked: "General Su, would you like to move this picture upwards?"
"Move anything, just hang here! I have never heard that antiques stored in the auction house will be damaged. When I hired these security guards to eat rice?" Su Zhenrong pointed to a row in the hall The security personnel standing in a row, very disapproved, took a few experts to the appraisal room with a smile.
Not long after they sat down, a member of staff ran in and burned his butt, and gasped out, "General Su, it's not good, that piece of Songfeng Tingqintu" was ripped!
Su Zhenrong :! ! !
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