Chapter 131: .My World (8)

The consequence of two people sleeping together is that one has overslept and the other has also slept.
Yuanrong hasn't slept so peacefully and sweetly for a long time. In the dream, he curled up in a large group of scorching warmth, embraced by the heat source so comfortably, as if returning to the motherland when the original life was born.
As if his spirit was also complete, he did not continue to torment him.
The single bed is very small, one meter and two meters wide. Two big men can’t avoid sleeping. You touch me and I touch you. However, when you wake up, you find that you are nestling in the caring carelessness, and you are resting on your strong arms and turning your head. Buried in his warm and violent neck.
The man acting as a pillow is staring softly at the small curls of his hair.
too close.
The original sloppy "Bao Liu" slipped out of his arms, and in the sight of Guan Li's unresponsiveness, he quickly turned over the quilt and touched the mobile phone: "It's 11 o'clock, you don't call me when you wake up!"
Guan Li aggrieved: "I just woke up."
You just woke up? Yuan Rong stared at him suspiciously. The latter's eyes were clear, saying that he had been awake for three hours and Yuan Rong believed.
There is no way to pull it off. I can't go to the class in the morning.
Originally leaning back, Guan Li obediently lifted the quilt to put the person in, and he hummed comfortably.
The two were quietly nestled in the heat of winter, and no one wanted to leave.
In the end, Guan Li took the responsibility of making meals and reluctantly got out of bed.
"Shall I go?" Yuan Rong was a little embarrassed. "Always let you cook."
Guan Li shook his head and said that it was okay. He just moved his muscles. He took care of his appearance, put on his windbreaker neatly, and opened the door.
Yuan Rong nested in the warm blanket, and his consciousness was blurred again.
This kind of recollection often makes some scattered dreams, like what kind of illusionary future, grotesque reality adaptation and the like, disappears after waking up.
In the misty, Yuan Rong seemed to hear the text "ding", and he did indeed touch the phone to read it, and it was a strange number that said "Don't let him affect you", such vague and meaningless words, quickly left behind. .
There is a cafeteria next to the dormitory building, which is quickly closed. The original and dreamy sound of tidy and annoying knocks on the door, once, twice...
When the dream dissipated and the knocks on the door remained, Yuan Rong realized that Guan Li was back.
"immediately!"
Originally getting out of bed hurriedly, without stepping on the slippers, his feet were awake by the ground before he was sober.
The door is unlocked. What door does Guanli knock on?
He was cold for a moment, the air conditioner was turned off for some time, the drowsy "buzz" disappeared, and everything fell into endless silence.
The person knocking on the door seemed to be patient, and was still urging the people in the door.
Again.
Tirelessly to persuade him to let "he" enter the door.
Yuan Rong took a deep breath, trying to make his tone look less strange: "The door unlocks, you open it yourself."
"Rong, there are too many things in my hand. Can you help me open them, OK?"
"He" is still using the tone and voice of Guan Li, the magnetic voice that was familiar in the past, but it made the original Rong palpitated.
This guy has grown, and will still call him "tolerant". Damn, will he have a psychological shadow on Guanli's voice in the future?
Originally thinking sarcastically, he feared him without fear: "You didn't open the door with a hand, but knocked on the door? Am I stupid?"
There was no sound outside the door.
Yuan Rong was standing in the middle of the house, stepping on the cold hard floor, and the steady cold air kept him awake. He stared at the door that was clearly unlocked, but could block the "human" door. At that moment, he was very fortunate to have the habit of leading the door.
The air conditioner did not know when it was turned on again, and the hot air slowly spit out, and all the sounds returned to reality, making the original unable to bear the tears in his eyes.
The door also opened.
Guan Li carried two portions of roast duck rice and the other hand carried three large bags of fruit. He explained sorry: "I bought some apples, pears, and cantaloupes in the bypass fruit shop. I came back late."
Afterwards, he realized that something was wrong, put down something, and strode over: "What are you doing here? ... don't wear slippers? Want to catch a cold?"
The man in front of him turned black, could not help but stooped down, picked up cotton and dragged it to the stunned original sleeve, then stood up and rubbed a small curl of the original look: "Hungry and silly? Dad went to wash the apple, you first eat."
...Take advantage of me again!
The original puffy beard glared: "What do unfilial sons call themselves?"
He was warm in his heart, he didn't realize it, how soft the smile on his face was.
There was stuff in his stomach, he put down his chopsticks, and said solemnly: "Brother Guan, I have something to tell you." He weighed the sentence: "Maybe it sounds incredible..."
He thought about it after all, and he kept all the things in succession in recent days.
Including many people who suddenly flooded into his world, Chi Shu's disappearance, he was stared at by "who", and contact with the National Security Council Luo Shi. He also took out the tin coins, but did not talk about the words Jiang Qiusheng gave him on his business card.
He thought that it was best to know only that sentence.
Guan Li's complexion, after listening to everything, Shen Ru haze.
He couldn't bear to gently stroke the original face, and said apologetically: "I should have noticed that you have been in a bad mood these days, I thought it was a matter of rest."
He then took out a book and clearly cleared the timeline.
"...You met Jiang Qiusheng and got tin coins. To investigate this strange pattern, you went to the library and met two girls because they also had nightmares to investigate this. Chi Shu disappeared and Huazhiyu contacted you because She felt that it was related to nightmares. You went to investigate and almost spoke. Jiang Qiusheng rescued you, and the case immediately intervened in the Huaxia National Security Committee. With the exception of the daily nightmare ghost press,'he' came to you just now."
The original Rong nodded slowly: "Chi Shu disappeared, said indifferently, there was an investigation by the National Security Council, I may not be able to help more. So, it might be a bit selfish to say so, what I am most worried about now is that I may be Next target."
He was very soft, his voice seemed to come from another country and said: "I don't want to disappear."
"No," Guan Li couldn't bear to move, holding Yuanrong's trembling trembling hand, firm as if to cheer up, as if to say an ancient promise, and instantly made Yuanrong trance.
He thought it must be because his hands were too warm.
The two didn't discuss any clues. Guan Li said that since sleeping with him had no nightmare, he reluctantly took the task and was spurned by the original blush for a while.
However, trying to stay away from the case, the case will not stay away from you.
Luo Shi came to the school at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.
A male student reported to the school street police that the roommate suddenly disappeared, and that the missing person’s bed, table, and even wardrobe disappeared, as if the room had never existed before.
Capturing the keyword, Luo Shi, who is in charge of the case by the National Security Council, forcibly transferred the case.
And he carefully retrieved the details of the missing person and found that there was a familiar person in the missing person's recent close contact records.
Yuan Rong's eyelids jumped violently from noon and had been palpitating, but now he could understand the source.
Luo Shi was wearing an off-white turtleneck sweater, and the powerful muscle contours on the upper body were vaguely outlined. His long and curly hair was chic and not feminine, just like a male model who had just walked off the show.
Yuan Rong didn't want to appreciate the cool man's shape, because the detailed information of the "missing person" Luo Shi handed him was the first page of the size photo.
The photos may have been searched from big data. There were photos of teammates laughing and playing football with laughter, funny photos of dog ears with selfies, and even what he looked like when he paid for coke at a vending machine.
These distorted or handsome photos were merged into a living human-Xu Lunkai in front of Yuanrong's eyes.
The original tolerance almost exclaimed: "Impossible! How could he be—he is clearly!" Obviously not involved in the "Weapon Incident".
Luo Shi signaled him to be calm, apparently worrying too much about this series of cases day and night, and the deep and dark eyes were obvious. He rubbed his brow, his inadvertently tapped twice on the wooden table in the cafe: "Do you have any clues? Any clues you can think of."
clue?
After the shock and sorrow, Rongrong concentrated his energy at a high speed, thinking about any small things that could help.
He scrutinized Xu Lunkai's itinerary a few days before the disappearance outlined in the record.
very common.
In class, play football, badminton, and games with graduate friends: play on mobile phones and computer games. The range of his friends is also very clear. Except for the classmates in the same office, who are the players in the sports department, the only one who has a different identity is the original new friends who are seen in the elective class.
Jiang Sanshao, who knew each other, only contacted Yuan Rong for dinner after that day, and did not have any intersection with Xu Lunkai.
This is what a student in an ordinary ivory tower should have.
In fact, there is not much intersection between Yuan Rong and Xu Lunkai. The two met for the first time, just like an old friend who hadn't seen each other for many years. The exchange was very comfortable, and there was no scrupulous topic, but after all, it was the first time they met, and they talked about hobbies and interests, and did not delve into private information.
So I want to ask whether Yuan Rong and Xu Lunkai have a good relationship, but if they are familiar, it is really not very familiar.
Furthermore, these days have been unclean, and Yuan Rong did not have the energy to contact Xu Lunkai.
The last time there was focus, it was Xu Lunkai, who was praised the day before yesterday.
Luo Shi narrowed his eyes: "So what do you think he has in common with Chi Shu?"
Yuan Rong was shocked.
What they have in common... The two who seem to have no intersection are actually there.
And if you insist, the original content will also be involved.
But the original content is uncertain, can this "subtle" common ground be counted.
Seeing the hesitation of the original content, Luo Shi Shen Sheng encouraged: "What do you think of what to say. It may be useful, right?"
He has a special charm. Even if you know that he is looking for you for business, but his words and deeds always make him feel that he is protecting you and taking care of you, as if he is spreading all over the body." "Reliable breath".
"When meeting him for the first time, he accidentally mentioned a sentence, and he also had a nightmare," Yuan Rong weighed his words. "That day, my face was very bad, and he cared if I wanted to go to the infirmary."
When Xu thought of warm-hearted memories, Yuanrong couldn't help but smile: "I said I didn't sleep well because of nightmares. He also echoed. We... if there is anything to do with it, it's because of the overcast weather."
Luo Shi couldn't bear to move, comforted him, and made a note in the notebook: "disappear... nightmare, interesting."
Yuan Rong added: "I don't know if Hua Zhiyu has talked to you. In fact, I knew them and they were almost because of nightmares."
Luo Shi took a nib.
He solemnly cast his eyes: "About this, please be sure to describe it in detail."
snake.
"I don't know whether Xu Lunkai's nightmare is related to this, but Chi Shu and I did dream the same thing. I don't think... this is a pure coincidence."
Luo Shi nodded, and he sketched a few strokes on the notebook, pushing the book over: "Is this this?"
Head-to-tail snake.
He seems to have practiced sketching, and has a good foundation. With only a few strokes, he described the most important features.
Bizarre, seeing this evil-spirited pattern again, the original content still does not feel fear, but his eyes are drawn tightly, involuntarily depicting what it should be in his heart over and over again.
It wasn't until Luo Shi whispered to remind him that Yuan Rong didn't recover.
He smiled embarrassedly: "This is it. Your painting is great, exactly what I...should be like in a dream."
Immediately after that, Rongrong remembered something, and put the cold tin coins in his pocket gently on the paper. Under the dim light of the cafe, the tin coins reflected the strange metallic luster.
Like the scaly light before the dead fish turned over the white belly.
Luo Shi's eyes became solemn in a moment, he "snapped" down the pen, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, and twitched the tin coins carefully with his fingertips, and looked at it three times before and after. In one breath.
Yuan Rong was so nervous by his move: "Is this thing expensive?"
"Not only precious," Luo Shi smiled bitterly, "Do you know how much money you have on your body?"
Luo Shi said that this is an auction item that is currently circulating at a high speed in the underground black market.
Today, the highest price was 20 million, and tomorrow it may reach 50 million, and then continue to roll.
Even so, there are still markets that are priceless.
"This thing burst into flames a month ago," Luo Shi explained. "Very was concerned for a while, and was initially characterized as a new method of money laundering. However, follow-up, we found-those fanatics, willing to smash Tens of thousands of buyers of all kinds seem to be really hobbies."
His tone slowed down, and he seemed to be thinking about rhetoric: "The historical dynasties couldn't figure out how many merchants, like the spirit controlled by drugs, were ardently and eagerly eager for it. After spending a lot of money, they broke their heads. Flow, just for this meaningless tin coin."
Yuan Rong moved his heart: "There are many things?"
"No," Luo Shi shook his head. "As far as I know, there are no more than four in circulation on the black market." Then, his sharp and deep eyes firmly hit the original face: "How did you get it?"
Yuan Rongding met his eyes: "Someone gave it to me."
Somehow, his subconscious did not want him to speak Jiang Qiusheng, although he knew that maybe speaking it would be more helpful.
But let him relax, Luo Shi is very straightforward, he only cares about the "clue" itself, and does not pay attention to the source of the "clue".
Luo Shi said that the reason why this thing did not circulate on the bright surface is that at present there has not been a scholar who can perfectly characterize its "source".
An old senior professor at the liberal arts college next door was a little impressed with this thing. He said that the tin coins involved not only the "dynasty" but also the issue of "the origin of civilization". In the early years of studying in Europe, there was a school near the Mediterranean that was called "The Origin of the True Kingdom." They held a view that differs from most of the current historical origins: the human civilizations left behind are all the civilizations of the True Kingdom. .
RealWorld, this school is referred to as "Reality".
Simply put, they believe that the legends and allusions of the existing major myth systems are all descriptions of the history of the true kingdom. The reason why the gods are spread is because their gods exist in different realms, different kingdoms, and different purposes. The results are different.
It’s like the
Baqi Snake
in Japanese Shinto was beheaded by a male Suzuo because of his
eating
and
the tyranny of the flood
; the
feather of the serpent
believed by the indigenous people of Central America brought a good harvest and richness, In charge of the most wonderful God-given rainy season in the hearts of indigenous people. There is a slightly ridiculous view that the "feather of the snake" is actually the "dragon" of the Chinese mythology.
From a rational conclusion, the three snakes are actually in charge of "water".
However, in the island countries, floods are regarded as disasters; Central America is regarded as auspicious; China is vast and has different views: there are both evil dragon floods and dragon precipitation.
The Reality School believes that there are millions of gods in the real country, and everything has spirits. It is like having a thousand gods in charge of water. When accepting human beliefs, there are mixed praises. In the end, the power of belief is the highest, and the "business ability" is the strongest to survive, and then rule for a long time.
This view can also be extended to "the only true god".
In today's world, believers are the most pious, the most widely distributed, and the most popular, which is "the only true god", which echoes the school's conjecture.
"Yang Gu..."
Realizing the murmur of original content, Luo Shi stopped the pen in his hand and mockedly raised his mouth: "When I first heard this school's claim, it was the same as yours. But the old professor said... Cruelty is tolerance for humanity."
The original look moved: "Why do you say this?"
"Which is better to sacrifice to a and to a million gods?"
Yuan Rong suddenly realized.
The concentration of faith also means the concentration of power, just like the battle of the seven nations in the history of China.
"And this tin coin was the currency of the True Kingdom."
Yuan Rong was stunned: "I think this is a bit... If the true kingdom is indeed a million gods, do they need to use currency?"
Luo Shi laughed in a low voice: "It's not close to you, our two views are too consistent. I asked the old professor directly at this time. He didn't say the reason. He only guessed, during the real kingdom period The gods have gone through screening, and the winner rules the rule, becoming a mythical image with wide influence; the loser is bleak from mythology and legends, and it is difficult to continue to test whether they still exist in the true kingdom or are exiled. Evidence supports it...but whether it is a currency or not, the test proves that this little thing really came from at least four thousand years ago."
Four thousand years.
Yuan Rong looked staring at the tin coin.
He knew that this thing was in time, but he didn't expect it to be so long away.
Before the countless reconstruction movements of the land underfoot, perhaps the Wangyang continent had not sorted out the appearance of accepting human prosperity before this tin coin existed.
Luo Shi thought for a while and explained more plainly: "If you look at the timing of the Mayan civilization, Yomo is in the third solar era."
The solar era.
This is a very intuitive and strange word.
The moment when the ancient words lightly overflowed between the lips and teeth, the original appearance seemed to see the appearance of the stone civilization crowd thousands of years ago.
Their pious hands are rounder than their knees, kneeling neatly and praying in the highest and most correct position of the sun.
The scorching sun cast a hot glare, reflecting the believer's shadow into a dark dividing line. The original appearance seemed to see a shadow of uneasy wriggling, and returned to calm.
He didn't realize how soft the expression on his face was.
"Little classmate?"
"Sorry," Yuan Rong quickly recovered, "I'm distracted. Did you just say...?"
"Have you heard a voice?"
Yuan Rong was stunned, and within a second he realized Luo Shi's unexpected problem.
Have a dog?
The two met at the cafe in the school, which is far from the teaching area and located beside the remote southeast gate. The surrounding greenery is beautiful, quiet and pleasant. However, at this moment, the sound of discussion and conversation in the cafe disappeared completely, except for the faint sounds of faint illusion and howling of dogs.
"Oh--"
Looking around, it was even more surprising that the cafe was empty.
"What time is it, will it not clear the museum?"