Weird Regulator

There is wind and green smoke in the painting.

Every time the man took a step forward, he immediately bent down, kowtowed, and smashed his forehead against the hard floor tiles.

Tears slid down her pale face, and her half-length hair was stuck together with blood and tears, blowing in the wind.

The navy blue suit was stained with dust as he stretched it out, and it had long lost its original splendor.

Just like a man, his face is full of humility, like a embarrassed dog, longing for rescue.

The figure wrapped in a robe did not want to show his face and did not move.

He stood upright like a god, accepting the humble kneeling of the man in front of him.

In this noise-free video, there is no human voice or communication, just the endless sound of wind and the muffled sound of the head hitting the floor tiles.

"What is he begging for..."

The emotions inside the screen cannot be conveyed to the three people outside the screen.

Behaviors and things that are more humble, less dignified, and less human than men have been seen many times in the Tianhai Hotel.

This is the first video, only three minutes long.

The content is very simple, two characters and one core.

The man kneeling and kowtowing, his indifferent back, the relationship between them should be that of asking for help and being asked for help.

Huang Banxian's question is the core of the content: What is the man asking for help?

Clay narrowed his eyes, his brain was working rapidly to process the small amount of information, and after a moment he analyzed:

"This is a temple or a Taoist temple.

The thick smoke in the picture is not fog. If it is thicker, it should be something burning.

Wearing a black robe, only half of the body is exposed, and I can't see many details.

But she seems to be a woman..."

"woman?"

"good.

At 1 minute and 59 seconds into the video, a frame flashed past her left ear.

There were two pin-sized holes in her helix. "

Clyde's powers of observation are comparable to those of the Third Personality in some respects.

"I think everyone present has some guesses as to the identity of the woman with pierced ears.

But the real heart of the video is obviously the man in the suit.

who is he? Why are you here? Why do you want to kneel down? "

Huang Banxian only recognizes the core. The shooting from this angle is definitely not for women with pierced ears. The protagonist is a man in a suit.

Ji Li, who had always been silent, lit up a second cigarette and calmly took out a wrinkled photo from his arms.

After Huang Banxian took it, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he immediately raised his head and pointed at the video, as if comparing it.

"This is……"

Ji Li gently opened his lips and took out a puff of smoke, stared at the computer screen and said softly:

“My family photo from Eucalyptus nigra.

The person kneeling down to beg is the man in the photo.

Black Gum's husband, Ren Jiayun's biological father, the dead man buried in Tianmingshan Cemetery...

Ren Yunfeng! "

As the identity of the man in the suit is revealed, the true content of the video can be roughly deduced.

The man in the suit is Ren Yunfeng. He came here for his son Ren Jiayun, and the only person he can seek help from is the Circle Organization.

A woman with pierced ears is hidden under a black robe, and it doesn't matter what she pretends to be.

What's important is that Ren Yunfeng came to her to ask for an explanation, or was there another truth?

The answer lies with the second video.

…

In the dim red light, at the end of a straight and narrow passage, a figure with his head bowed sat on the steps.

The camera moved slowly, and the light source shone on the man's forehead, which still had unhealed scars.

"Swish, swish, swish"

"Swish, swish, swish"

The harsh friction sound echoed in the corridor and was the only sound in the second video.

Ren Yunfeng changed into casual clothes and sat alone on the steps, engraved on something.

A carving knife fell to the ground, making a strange sound that made his nerves tremble.

Only then did he slowly hold up the carved object in his hand, revealing its true appearance.

It was a wooden human head.

But they have two completely different faces.

On the left is a woman, with long eyebrows and narrow eyes, thin lips and a cold face, with a mean and unaffectionate look.

On the right is a child, with a wide forehead, round eyes, dimples and a faint smile, showing a naive and loving look.

A boy and a girl, one on the right and one on the left, one with a cold smile, all kinds of contradictions but with some similarities, symbiotically integrated, like a mother and child whose blood is thicker than water.

The strange head was lifted to the highest position and then smashed to the ground.

"boom!"

Sawdust flew and the head fell to the ground, rolling further and further away.

Ren Yunfeng stood up in the shadow, revealing his full face. At this moment, he was hideous and as thin as a ghost.

Someone carved a particularly eye-catching mark on the right side of his face: a clockwise circle.

…

"Obscure, strange, neither human nor ghost..."

After watching the second video, Huang Banxian could only come up with these eight words.

He shook his head in confusion and looked at Clyde.

But Clay shook his head slightly in silence.

In his view, this second video was too obscure and contained no obvious clues.

But this video, which is only two minutes long, hints at a huge amount of information.

If you cannot grasp a large number of clues, there is no way to analyze it.

After the two reached a consensus, they could only look at Ji Li with questioning eyes.

For the Ninth Branch, their mission is to help Hei Qingshan find his daughter.

But so far, all clues seem to point to the mission of the Seventh Branch.

Ji Li ignored the gazes of the two men, his face was as cold as usual, he blew out a smoke ring and said quietly:

"continue."

Silently, the third video was played at 5 minutes and 2 seconds.

…

The corner of the dark brown windbreaker keeps flying with the rapid movement of the person.

Ren Yunfeng's face was already skinny and pale at this time, and the edges of his sunken eye sockets were not only blue and black but also red and purple.

The time span of the three videos is not clear, but it should not be long. Why on earth did he become such a neither human nor ghost?

"Please." A voice that seemed to have been processed appeared.

At the same time, this is the only human voice that appears now.

But this word has no real meaning.

Ren Yunfeng, following the man's guidance, walked through a garden and went deeper into the garden.

This looks like a private garden, and the decorations in the background can tell how wealthy its owner will be.

However, as you walk along the corridor, the light on both sides becomes darker and darker, as if you are going from morning to dusk in an instant.

I don’t know how long I walked, but the video, which was not long, was watered down for three minutes.

Finally, Ren Yunfeng stopped at the door of a house. His perspective was so close that he couldn't see the whole house.

"squeak……"

The door of the room was pushed open and Ren Yunfeng stepped in. In the background, there was the sound of the door being closed immediately.

He didn't mind, and his pace became faster and faster, and finally he was almost running, which showed his inner excitement.

This room is an ancestral hall.

The space was large, but there were only two candles emitting a faint light.

A dense mass of spiritual tablets were arranged in batches in layers like a mountain, occupying almost half of the space.

Ren Yunfeng had already come closer, stretched out his thin hand, bulging out the abrupt blood vessels, and brushed over the spiritual tablets one by one.

"Tong Ming, Lian Ning, Guan Ping, Ouyang Xiaoxu, Tian Tian, ​​Wang Yueqing..."

Each of the memorial tablets is engraved with their names, and behind each tablet is a huge blue and white porcelain jar!

It looks like the spirit tablet and ashes were placed here to be worshiped.

But the reality is completely the opposite.

Anyone who knows the truth of the matter knows that these countless names represent countless children.

The blue and white porcelain jars are not their ashes, but the vessels in which they will soon become ghost embryos.

And Ren Yunfeng seemed to be looking for something in the mountain-like spiritual place.

He looked carefully from left to right, front to back, one after another, not missing anyone.

Until he finished checking the last one, a total of 102 pieces of spiritual space.

Finally, he stood there blankly and his body began to tremble.

The field of vision slowly moved back, leaving only the man's back shaking, and then he knelt down weakly.

The cries of sympathy and discomfort gradually came out and became clearer and clearer.

And among these 102 spiritual tablets, there is no Ren Jiayun.

The third video is over.