Museum of Demons

"Town Demon Museum (

Wei Yuan walked through in his dream.

Finally, when he returned to his own dream, he found that Wuzhiqi had actually called out the hidden characters of the King of Fighters 97, and began to use the hidden characters to beat the ordinary characters one by one, to see the effects of each character's big move, and try different connections. Recruit, never get tired of it.

It was not until the next day that Wu Zhiqi had to put down the game in his hand and left the dream.

Before Wu Zhiqi left the dreamland, Wei Yuan did a few more calculations. Shanjun is now hiding in Yingtian Mansion. Wei Yuan first calculated whether there would be a catastrophic event that would endanger ordinary people in Jiangnan Road. The sign is that everything is safe.

This is the same as Wei Yuan's inference.

With Shanjun’s caution, it is impossible to expose himself when he finds himself being noticed. Especially now that Shanjun abandons all foreign objects and embarks on the path of orthodox practice, but at the beginning, his strength might not rise. Descending, in the weakest state.

During this period of time, Shanjun will be quite cautious.

As for the veteran Taoist who knows well with Wei Wei Yuan, although the latter is a Taoist priest, after all, he is old and is now in Yingtian Mansion. If he is targeted by the mountain monarch, it is also dangerous. The result of the calculation is safe, veteran Taoist. He was not involved in the raging incident of Shanjun.

Wei Yuan relaxed a little and woke up from his dream.

Next, we have to wait until Zhang Hao has searched and found the conclusion.

Shanjun's true spirit and appearance, he had just informed Zhang Hao through his dream.

Zhang Hao is different from him.

Wei Yuan has not learned the magic of burning the pictures in his memory in the jade slips. It is more troublesome to take pictures for others to see. He is not a disciple of Taoism like Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao can ask the elders with advanced Taoism to use it. The magical powers similar to his Xintong, let those Taoists see the appearance of Shanjun really spirit.

But Wei Yuan could not allow others to do so.

On the one hand, he has too many secrets, and he does not want others to see his true spirit.

On the other hand, Wei Yuan himself didn’t know what other people would see if they used spells to spy on his true spirit. He didn’t know what would happen to them, but he could just confirm that even a monk with a high enough level of Taoism would use it. Supernatural powers have a high probability of being defeated.

Think of a real practitioner casting a spell, then falling down with blood spurting.

Wei Yuan felt that he couldn't explain how many mouths he had.

Zhang Hao and the others have no such worries, and they have enough trust. This may be one of the benefits of the sect inheritance.

Wei Yuan thought about the situation in his mind, sorted things out, and then lay on the bed, not wanting to get up at all, he looked at the rising sun outside, and started thinking about a philosophical question aimlessly.

I should have had enough sleep yesterday.

Why don't you want to move?

Sleep is for rest.

...If you have to work in your dream, what is the meaning of sleeping?

Am I not 007?

After going through the struggle and the alarm clock, Wei Yuanping lay on the bed, motionless, the water ghost walked through the door and came to him and said, "There is someone from the action team outside looking for you, uh... Boss, why are you still not awake? What time is it..."

Half-asleep, Wei Yuan blurted out and made his debut:

"I was sealed by the quilt."

Water Ghost: "..."

Wei Yuan became sober for a while, coughing, his face remained unchanged and said:

"I mean, I'm thinking about a sealed spell. The action team members are here? Where are they?"

The water ghost decided to forget what he had just heard, and replied, "In the museum."

Wei Yuan asked the water ghost to entertain the visiting guests, while muttering that the efficiency of the action team was so fast. It didn't take long for him to dream, did he find the identity of the young man transformed by Shanjun? While getting dressed quickly, he raised his hand to draw out the water, washed it hastily, and walked out.

It is indeed a member of the action team.

But it is not the special operations team in Quan City, but a member of the logistics department of the operation team from Yingtianfu.

It was a man in his thirties, dressed in a black formal dress.

He introduced his identity, took out his ID and showed it to Wei Yuan, and then took out a letter, held it in his hands and handed it to Wei Yuan, saying: "Master Wei, this is the relic of Professor Ying Tianfu Jiang Hualiang. It is for you. The letter from the suicide note is for the person who saved him someday."

"Lao Jiang is a master of cancer research. He has contributed his entire life. The director sent me to send you the letter."

He added, "Of course, we didn't read the content of the letter."

"This is a moral."

Wei Yuan thought of the medical professor who was used by his students to do human experiments in the previous Wuxuan incident. He looked a little confused. Although he knew that the old man’s condition was already extremely bad, he still had regrets when he got the news. : "Did old Jiang pass away?"

The member of the action team nodded and replied, "He died yesterday."

"This letter should be Mr. Jiang's thanks to you."

"He is a respectable old scientist, and his departure is the loss of all mankind."

The man stood up, smiled, and said:

"I have other tasks, so I won't bother here."

Wei Yuan sent the man out, looked at the unopened letterhead in his hand, did not open the letter immediately, it was already over ten o'clock now, he was a little panicked, he didn't even feel like cooking, so he scanned A shared bicycle first found a breakfast stall run by the house.

This kind of storefront is the facade of one's own house, not the kind of mobile stall.

So it is still open at this time.

Wei Yuan ordered a bowl of tofu nao, two tea eggs, and then took a three-drawer steamed bun.

The boss smacked his tongue and said, "The young man has a big appetite."

Wei Yuan smiled and explained: "I was so hungry that I haven't eaten for a long time."

"That's more to eat."

Wei Yuan mixed a bowl of sauce with spiced oil and vinegar, half of the steamed dumplings were dipped, and the other half was eaten with the original flavor. The two methods are staggered to ensure the freshness of the taste and the maximum in every bite. I enjoyed a degree of enjoyment, and finally ordered a big meat bun and took a bite.

Then pour the final juice from this opening into the bun, and then eat it.

When the boss took the money, he looked at Wei Yuan and said, "The belly is quite big."

Wei Yuan replied with a smile:

"I haven't eaten for too long before, this time I have eaten it and I can save lunch."

The boss suddenly.

After Wei Yuan paid the money, he found the second store and said:

"Thank you for a bowl of noodles. By the way, add three or two more noodles."

Facing the boss's questioning gaze, Wei Yuan didn't change his face and said:

"I haven't eaten a few meals before, I'm very hungry."

………………

Wei Yuan had the skill and purpose to make a round, and then he was full. The martial artist's thirst for food needs to wait until the next level to weaken. At this time, he received news from Zhang Hao, saying that Zhang Hao Hao has already joined the commanders, and will immediately start searching for the trail of the mountain monarch after confirming the true spirit.

In addition, as mentioned earlier, the dossier left by Zhang Daoling when he sealed the mountain monarch has been opened.

Brought to Quanzhou by the monks of Longhushan, it should be sent to the museum soon.

After Zhang Hao finished explaining, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Wei Yuan put away his mobile phone and rode home slowly. When passing by the flower shop, he saw Jue in the flower shop. The girl was wearing a blue suspender skirt, a light-colored shirt, a pair of transparent high-heeled sandals, and a long shawl. The hair is not **** like in the past, but falls naturally, reading a book.

As if he noticed Wei Yuan, Jue raised his eyes and nodded with a smile, his appearance was elegant and peaceful, just as before.

Wei Yuan thought for a while, then hesitated: "Jue, you yesterday..."

"Ok?"

The girl tilted her head slightly, her eyes were clear and peaceful, and her eyes were puzzled.

"yesterday?"

Wei Yuan's voice paused and said, "It's nothing, the painting you drew yesterday is really good. I like it so much. I want to show Zhang Daoyou a good look."

The girl suddenly smiled and nodded: "If I like it, I can paint it again."

Wei Yuan and Tiannv exchanged a few words before leaving.

I felt relieved in my heart.

It seems that not only a glass is poured, but also I can't remember things when I get drunk.

Do not remember well.

Save the embarrassment of meeting.

Wei Yuan opened the door of the museum. In the flower shop, the elegant and quiet girl withdrew her gaze and arranged a strand of hair behind her ears, revealing her neck and ears. The tips of her original white ears were slightly red.

………………

After eating and drinking, Wei Yuan sat lazily behind the table in the museum and opened the envelope with a knife.

He noticed the dried blood on it, thought about it, unfolded the letter, it was a red horizontal lined letter paper, the text on it was just right, but the handwriting trembled slightly, Wei Yuan read it out——

"Zhan Xinjia."

"I used to save my life and prevent Zhou Zichang from making even bigger mistakes. I have not been able to thank you yet, and I feel sorry for it, so I left a handwritten letter to express my gratitude. There is one more thing to confess. I keep it. Yibochang’s research results."

"However, I didn't apply it to unethical research. I just tried to experience the drug, and then left some of the data for future generations."

"As a teacher, as a person, Zhou Zichang's behavior is undoubtedly wrong, but aside from everything, I can understand that no doctor can resist the results and temptations of making humans immortal. The same is true for me. But he was on the wrong path."

"Human life is limited. We will encounter all kinds of intractable diseases, and encounter all kinds of problems and difficulties. Perhaps a person's life, or even a generation, will not be able to overcome these difficulties completely, but as long as we confirm It is worthwhile, and we still have to devote our lives to open up the road."

"In this way, later generations can go further on our foundation and even solve problems directly."

"After encountering new difficulties, they will also sacrifice their lives for the advancement of later generations."

"It doesn't seem to make any sense, and it may be laughed at, but looking at the past 100 years, 500 years, we are not like this, step by step to the front in the sound of laughter, have solved each problem? The emperor died of typhoid fever, and the plague that raged for an era, they were all controlled and eliminated in various ways."

"In the past, isn’t this incredible? We have overcome difficulties that were considered impossible in the past. Treating diseases and saving people, and constantly solving intractable diseases, this thousand years ago, two thousand years ago, the wish of medical practitioners, now It was still taken over."

"Actually, I think that there is such a big wish that will be passed on from generation to generation."

"Don't change for thousands of years, don't you live forever?"

Wei Yuan looked at the four words unchanged over the past millennia, and suddenly thought of two thousand years ago, thinking of the young Taoist with dimples on the corners of his mouth, thinking of what he said about curing diseases and saving people, Wei Yuan fell silent, and opened the letter paper. On the second page, I saw a few lines of text that became stronger and stronger--

"I know, you may not be an ordinary person, you can live a long, long time."

"Life is long."

"I wonder if you can make an agreement with me, an ordinary old guy?"

Just yesterday, in a lonely room, the dying old man coughed and tremblingly wrote the next words——

"A thousand years."

"Wait a thousand years later, if you still remember this letter from me, can I bother you to look at that era? See if the people of that era have overcome the current ten terminal illnesses, and see if people don’t have to be Hunger and sickness?"

"Look at the dream that has been spreading for thousands of years is still alive."

"At that time, if you burn this letter paper to me, will I know?"

"It's a small contract between me, who is about to die, and you, who is immortal..."

The old man used his last effort ~www.wuxiahere.com~ to fold the letterhead carefully.

And Wei Yuan was quiet for a long time as he read the last few sentences.

This is a contract and agreement spanning a thousand years.

Even if he has fallen on the sick bed.

There is still a thousand years of pride in the world.

It is also magnificent and romantic.

Wei Yuan carefully put the letterhead on the table, took out the pen, and wrote his name on it, then cut his finger and pressed his fingerprint, Crouching Tiger's note on this one is the most common, but also extremely heavy white. On the paper, he folded the letterhead, and then put the letterhead on the museum collection.

Put it together with the original pottery, the jade dragon pendant of the first emperor, and the Taiping nine-segment staff.

Wei Yuan suddenly felt that in his small museum, it was not artifacts, but people.

It is the man who will conquer the sky, the world under the country, the survival of the Li people, and the great wish of the doctor.

He covered the cabinet door made of glass.

So here, there are not only memories buried in the past, but also promises for the future.

The sun fell into this ordinary museum without turning on the lights. Because of the color of the old wood, the museum had a faint yellow color as if the years passed. Wei Yuan stood in the muddy years and looked at the letter paper quietly. Suddenly thought.

Could it be that the self in the next life will occasionally discover what he left behind?

At that time, it was still myself.

Wearing a black buckle and fine moire top, the peaceful-looking museum owner looked at his collection for a while, turned and left, sitting in front of the old wooden table, reading a book while waiting for the information to be delivered.

Museum collections——

stationery.

The doctors wished that they would not die for a thousand years.

Code name, 004.

The contract has been made.

PS: Today's first update...four thousand words~