"This is what Professor Ans from your school, Comrade Inspector, gave to me."
Mr.
Cat said, "You will never guess what this hatchet is."
"I know."
Wang Xu said.
I saw him getting up, picking up the hatchet, getting into a stance, glaring, pointing his finger at the knife: "Youdao was made by the swordsmith Ou Yezi, Guan Erye used it to pass the five levels, and the green-faced beast was killed because of it.
It can go to jail.
It blows hair and cuts off hair, sells gold and jade, and kills people without showing any blood.
Who among you has an unsolvable problem and an enemy that you can't beat?
Buy me a piece to play with.
Hey, you have revenge and resentment. complain" Before he finished speaking, Mr.
Cat snatched the hatchet and knocked him to the ground with one punch.
The world became pure.
"So I won't let you guess."
Mr.
Cat cleared his throat: "The appearance of this thing is an extremely terrible omen."
"What cup size?"
Wang Xu asked as he got up.
Then he was knocked to the ground again.
"Only the Inspector and the Regent can sense the location of this kind of item.
This time Ans found it first.
From the look on his face when he handed the knife to me, it didn't look like he was joking."
Mr.
Cat replaced the knife.
Back to the table: "I only found out after listening to Ans.
It turns out that in the history of the world, this Objects have appeared countless times, and each time they cause earth-shattering events, even changing the pattern of history."
He touched his chin and said: "It seems that the self-repairing mechanism of our time and space is very perfect, and it is correcting history.
When making progress, in addition to relying on people, you can also rely on things.”
Qi Bing said: "Can you make it simpler?"
Mr.
Cat walked to the sofa and sat down, sighing: "I did ask Ans to tell me the names of some historical figures who were implicated in such items."
He picked up the leftover coffee from someone on the coffee table and drank it.
Couple: "For example, let's take King Wu of Qin."
Wang Xu stood up again: "I know this man's name is Ying Dang."
Master Mao looked at him with contempt: "You are so excited.
If you have the guts, go to the city hall and go through the procedures to change his name."
He didn't give Wang Xu a chance to refute, so he continued on his own. : "It is said that Brother Yingdang was born with supernatural powers.
He liked to find some strong men to play weightlifting competitions with him.
He also appointed many such strong men as high officials.
When he was twenty-two years old, he and A man named Meng In the strongman competition, there was no such thing as a barbell at that time, so they just chose a thing called Longwen Red Cauldron.
Then something very weird happened.
The man named Meng finished the lift.
It was okay, he won.
The player came on the stage and lifted it, but after lifting it, the cauldron seemed to suddenly become heavier, causing him to shed two lines of blood and tears.
His tibia was comminutedly fractured, and he died that night. " Wang Xu said: "Perhaps he held on hard from the beginning and was exhausted when he finally lifted the cauldron."
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Mr.
Cat said: "Please start from the standpoint of a person who specializes in solving supernatural incidents before putting forward hypotheses.
Don't act like a physics nerd who studies string theory."
He leaned back on the sofa: "We are going to use supernatural theory of events to question everything, rather than muddle along thinking that everything is accidental and coincidental.”
Qi Bing said: "That means that these items are almost the same as those sold in the scare box."
"More advanced."
Master Mao gave a decisive and precise answer: "And much more advanced.
Even the things sold in the black area cannot be compared with this kind of divine thing."
Wang Xu picked up the hatchet again, tilted his neck and looked at it twice: "It's just this piece of junk."
Cat Master said: "In fact, when the mission of this item is completed, it will indeed become an ordinary piece of rags.
But now, this guy is exuding some kind of energy that we can't see, as if to say you wait.
Look, I'm scarier than nuclear weapons."
Elbert said: "I don't understand, in this case, why don't we find a place to bury it, or simply destroy it."
Mr.
Cat did not answer his question directly, but suddenly said: "In the late Qing Dynasty, there was a ghost-catching master named He Wuji.
Legend has it that this man had perfected his humanity.
There was no opponent for him among the monsters, ghosts and snake gods in the world.
Even if he was not as good as Xinglong and Feng The two old monsters are so strong, it can at least be said that this senior is the most well-known ghost hunter among the people."
"Why are you talking about that?
Does this have anything to do with the current situation?"
Wang Xu asked.
Master Mao continued: "He Wuji's family was inexplicably burned to death overnight.
I don't know the reason, and I'm not interested in it.
Anyway, after so many years, I can't find out.
But I do know that the He Wuji family Many years after the house was destroyed, someone built a small western-style building on that land.
Later, when the Anti-Japanese War broke out, a cemetery was added next to it.
And then, guess what?"
Wang Xu slapped the table and said, "Oh my god, the chapter on subduing demons that I dug up back then was hidden by He Wuji."
Mr.
Cat said: "This can explain many things.
First of all, the soil on that land has been turned over countless times, whether for building houses or burying corpses.
No one has ever found your broken bamboo scroll.
Also, you just found it."
When I bought that thing, there was an amber box outside, and there was a message from Gui Guzi on the box.
Using your common sense, this is It doesn't make sense.
Since there has been another owner in the Demon Conquering Chapter, the box should not exist.
So what can be inferred is that the Gui Valley Taoism is the same as the Supreme Lord of the Rings in The Lord of the Rings, or maybe even more.
It is more powerful and can choose to let you discover it or not to discover it by its own will."
Wang Xu took over the words as if he suddenly realized: "So, whether it is buried or destroyed, it is impossible.
Yes, the original death list was also like this."
Mr.
Cat said: "This hatchet is likely to be of the same level as the Death List, so El, your suggestion will not work.
All we can do is to wait for the incident to happen, and at the same time be prepared to avoid any losses."
Keep it to a minimum.”
Qi Bing said: "We just put it on the table and take turns watching it 24 hours a day.
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Unless it suddenly flies towards our faces, what damage will it cause?"
Mr.
Cat shook his head: "I don't know.
You can send me a text message when you three come out with the test."
After saying this, he turned around and left.
Wang Xu rushed to the door and blocked it: "Why are you doing such a dangerous thing?
Why don't you just leave it here and pat your butt and leave?"
"Yeah."
He seemed to really think about it, and then replied, "That's right."
Wang Xu: "That's right.
How do you want us to deal with it?"
"That's your business."
Mr.
Cat continued to walk out the door: "Or do you want to write your own paper?"
Wang Xu looked back at the hatchet on the table, and then at the pile of religious books next to him.
He stared with bloodshot eyes: "Don't force me."
"I'm not forcing you."
Mr.
Cat's eyes became extremely gloomy: "I also promised to help you write your paper.
Don't you think I have become very kind recently?"
A chill ran from Wang Xu's heels to the top of his head.
He thought to himself: Yes, this guy even helped me write my thesis.
With his style of eating people without spitting out their bones, if he really wanted to force me to do something, he would probably have seven people.
One hundred and eighty-four ways to kill me.
When Wang Xu came to his senses, Master Cat had already left.
So the three of them returned to the table and gathered together.
This time they were not studying the religious conspiracies and conspiracies of Europe in the fifteenth century, but were staring at the thing in a daze.
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