As soon as I entered the office, I had a cold feeling.Of course, it feels like the intrusion in the office.

Because of the sharp contrast between the smell of the six villages of workers and peasants, I found that the puse in the office is also cold, but the pussy in the community is different.I can't say the specific difference, but it makes me feel absolutely different.The yinness of the community always makes me feel sticky and uncomfortable, like that sewage.In the office, if the door does not appear, do not give me a cold feeling, that is, simple cold, like entering a place where there is no light all year round, and the temperature is naturally several degrees lower than other places.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the office.

The indoor light was dim, there was definitely no one sitting on the sofa, and I did not see anyone on the edge of the filing cabinet.

I called out “Ye Qing” and heard it myself, but I’m not sure I can hear it.

It should be possible.If I can't hear my voice at all, then I will knock on the door and the door will not be opened.

I turned to look at the open door and saw no shadow beside it.

Thinking about it, I still walked in.

Squeak!

The closing sound was clear, and the strange door of the polysin basin was different.

Although the door was automatically closed, the sound was in a silent environment, and definitely not friendly, but listening to my ears, let me relax.

I looked at the door again, did not see anyone, called Ye Qing's name, no one answered.

I turned around the office, confirmed that there was a painting at the end of the walkway, rather than a door, and I was relieved to boldly shout two more "Ye Qing", and still did not get any response.

That makes me rush.

I turned around in the office, saw the two doors open in the corridor, gritted teeth, casually chose the door to enter, reached out to open the door on the box.

If you want Ye Qing to be there, it will definitely stop me, but no one will come and knock off my hand.And I thought that my hand could not touch the box, I did not expect my hand directly through the top of a carton, the second carton cover, directly touched the contents of the box.I feel that way, I’m particularly familiar with that.

I wanted to take the upper box, but I always went through it, and I couldn’t feel anything in it.The posture was so awkward that I had to reach out from the side to the second carton and carefully fumble for that thing.I withdrew my hand, and the non-existent hand was holding a small basin in my field of vision.It was like floating in the air.

The edge of the basin is wide, and the above segment is engraved with cloud patterns.The outside of the basin was carved with a pattern, which I had not touched, and now I saw that the engraved on it was actually a long roll, a skinny old man, a child wearing a broken coat, a young man with a missing arm and broken leg, a woman with a bedridden man, a man with a golden treasure, and the last person who seemed to be an official in the court, but the background was a picture of a purgatory ghost.I guess it's hell.All the characters are beautifully carved and lifelike, so that those who do not understand art can also recognize their characteristics.Every person, white face, blue eyes, red lips, but this color, and God's skill of the carving is not the same, very rough, as if it is to use paint casually applied.

I subconsciously reached out to the moth, I did not expect to wipe the above pigments.

As soon as I saw it, it was dark in front of me, and I heard the noise of the young man.

“Mum, aren’t you afraid of being beaten by your father?”

“Hm on!He hit me two days ago.Isn't that a little girl?I want to take her house, that’s to lift her up!”

"This cornucopia is probably a treasure of the previous dynasty, and you are too spoiled like this."Give it to me directly.”

The darkness dispersed, and I saw the cornucopia near, and a brush was smeared on it.

“You bastard!”

Anger is blowing.The cornucopia falls.

My eyes followed the cornucopia down and saw a clump of air flowing like liquid from the cornucopia.The cornucopia rolled around and revealed a gap.The color in the notch and the color of the appearance are somewhat different, more inclined to gold, and brighter.

The people in the house quarreled, and one foot kicked into the cornucopia, and the cornucopia rolled down into the Bogu shelf and into the shadow.The shadow magnified before my eyes, devoured the cornucopia, and devoured my consciousness.With a little accent, the sound of shouting "sin" was far away, as if it had been swallowed by the shadow.

My fingers felt a cold touch.

Consciously returning, I found that I was still in the office, and even I could not see my own hands holding a cornucopia.

The pigment had been erased, but my unconscious repetition not only wiped the pigment, but also erased the face.

I was shocked to stop the movement, moved my fingers, and found that the man holding the treasure had no deep face, and that the small area was bright, not a dark copper color, but a bright bronze color.

My heart beat faster, my mouth spit, my fingers continue to be erased, and the bumpy carving is so easily erased, even the edge of the cornucopia is erased.

The cornucopia has become a chord...

I had hallucinatory symptoms.The Sanskrit voice came into the ear, the monks chanted in unison, and the smell of the candle came from the oyster.

"Big prince, this is the old lady to hand over to you before she dies."Even if you have already entered the empty door, it is also the son of the Mo family... the Mo family... the big son...” The choking voice became intermittent.

With a sigh.

The sound of iron forgings sounded, and the sound of metal scraping.

I felt like I saw that the long roll was being completed.

The touch under the hand has changed again, and the illusions have disappeared.

My hand touched an empty, and at first glance, after the bright copper color was erased, it appeared again a gap.The edge of the gap is obviously divided into three layers, the outer two layers are different colors of copper, wrapped in the innermost, but also the thickest layer, is the pottery.

When!

The sound of copper falling into the broken bowl gradually became clear.The background sound is very noisy, as if in a downtown.But the accents were heavier, and I couldn’t understand what they were saying.

The sound disappeared, and the copper plate swung inside the broken bowl.A dirty hand holds a broken bowl, and the broken bowl is not just shaking, but also shaking.

“Lam, how much money do you have today?”

This shout was a language I could understand, but after careful discernment, I found that it was not I who understood the dialect, but that I was directly "aware" of the meaning of this sentence.What you dream of, you may not have specific words and words, but you can know the same meaning.

After that, there was no sound.

The road becomes dirt roads, and dirt roads become potholes.The background of the broken bowl eventually turned into a white cloth.The white cloth opened and exposed the body below.A knife cut open the clothes and the skin, and the broken bowl was tucked into it.

“I finally got a rich man.”The sound of scolding and grinning came into my mind, and at the same time, there was a cold feeling in my head, like the door in the Ao Ye Lingxian office.

I seemed to be poked by a needle, and my fingers quivered, from the pottery heart to the outer layer of copper skin.

It’s like pulling the progress bar, and the illusion I see changes very quickly.

I have captured a lot of content, there is a face of copper money like a rotten man lying on the ground, there are monks to the broken bowl chanting, there are broken bowls are put into the copper water, there are monks with a studded edge, there are men dedicated to the cornucopia...

I exhaled, raised my hand, and the hallucinations were gone.

The copper basin in his hand was slowly turning thin, as if he had experienced some strange erosion and eventually disappeared.