There are two ways to tell events. One is the following, which means telling everyone the things around you honestly, including certain thoughts and feelings at a certain moment; the other is the review, which summarizes the experiences during this period and tells everyone.

Following is often more intuitive and more sensible. Reviewing is often more comprehensive, and the causes and consequences will be clearer when looking back.

But there is also a difficulty in reviewing it, that is, when you first narrate, you always feel that you are inseparable and don’t know where to start.

Moreover, the things to be said are closely related to the bizarre death of Xiye Kingdom in the Tang Dynasty, the identity of the visitor from hell, and the later Yanchen Detective Cases.

I thought about it for a long time and decided to use the formula to tell everyone the key information one by one at the beginning. Because I once thought some information was useless, but they directly affected the subsequent urban crisis.

First of all, I want to talk about the "Yanchen Detective Case Series" circulating online.

Some students may have read the mystery novels of the "Yanchen Detective Case Series", but what I want to say here is that it is just a story made up by some of my unreliable cousins.

But what you don’t know is that this detective series actually has a prototype, and I am the prototype of the hero.

Secondly... let's give a serious self-introduction first.

My surname is Yan, my name is pile, and my charging pile is the prototype of the protagonist of the "Yanchen Detective" series that is replaced by falsely.

But the name at that time had nothing to do with the charging pile.

I was born in Qiling Province and was a native of Qiling. My hometown is in a small village in the south of the province, and about 80% of the people in the village have the surname Yan.

There is also a custom in the village, which is to classify the characters according to the five elements of "Gold, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth". In my generation, the characters next to the character "Mu".

Perhaps the Yan family has excellent fertility. By the time my mother was pregnant, the remaining characters with the characters "Mu" in the "Xinhua Dictionary" were almost insufficient.

So as soon as I was born, my father hurried to the patriarch to get his name, but at the door I happened to meet the second uncle of the same clan.

"Second brother, what are you here?" my father asked inexplicably.

"Your second sister-in-law is born prematurely!" Uncle second slapped his thigh and said, "I gave birth to a boy! Now, I'll name it quickly."

"There are two characters beside the character "Mu" and the other "Stub". "The patriarch looked at the two newly promoted fathers and said in the reading glasses.

"Which 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's 's '

"'Bargas' is the 'baby' of 'baby', a kind of tree. This 'spit' is the 'spit' of 'wood pile'."

"My family wants to be 'stolen'! Our children can't be foolish wooden stakes!" The second uncle shouted anxiously.

My father didn't want me to be a wooden stake, but he was born not to argue with others, so he had to get the word "stake". He rushed home dejectedly. As soon as he entered the house, he heard my mother and I crying loudly.

"What's wrong?" my father asked in vain.

"I just held the child and fucked her, and I didn't know where a piece of glass stubble flew in, and it poked into the child's head!"

My father was startled, and he quickly leaned over and carefully tugged my head and looked at it for a long time.

"It's okay, there's not even a wound - are you confused?"

When my mother heard this, she stopped crying and twisted my head left and right to check.

"Maybe it was dazzled, but there was clearly a shiny glass stubble..."

"Forget it, look, the children are all asleep." My father patted me, then took out a piece of red paper from his pocket, and the words "Yanzhu" were written on it.

"This is the name assigned to the child - the pile of wooden stakes."

"The pile is good, the pile is good, and the pile is not afraid of the glass stubble." My mother burst into tears and laughed, and kept snoring my head.

In this way, I have been nicknamed "wood stake" since I was a child.

Later, my mother still had suspicious illness. When she was seven years old, she was still worried and secretly took me to the hospital for a CT scan.

"Doctor, is there anything in his head? For example, glass stubble or something."

"What?! Don't talk nonsense, the child is very good!" the doctor said as he looked at the film.

Mother finally felt relieved.

Both parents are ordinary people. They work as farmers while running a small workshop. The workshop only produces one thing, which is the pump pole used for toilet squeezing.

An ordinary family raises an ordinary me. Since I was a child, I have never seemed to have been separated from the word "ordinary".

Learning is ordinary, working is ordinary, and luck is ordinary. If everything can be measured by a ruler, I seem to always stand on the middle scale.

Qiling is a good place, with mountains and seas intersecting, beautiful rivers and vast land. Because of its natural geographical barrier, several dynasties changed and wars rose everywhere in history, but it never destroyed the tradition inherited on this land.

Therefore, the Qiling people have been relocated since ancient times. Because of the genes of the Qiling people, I have never left Qiling for a step away from Qiling, whether in school or work.

Even this is the same as 80% of the locals.

I went to a university in Weiyang City, Qiling Province, and then stayed to work in a local cultural company. I have said before that I am a famous "honest person" in the company, and what I do every day is to "make up the blame" and "take the blame".

Sometimes I feel very depressed, but I have no choice but to compromise for my work, because I still have to make money.

As for the purpose of my savings, it is actually extremely original, that is, paying off the mortgage and getting married.

I know that when it comes to this, you may have some questions.

That is, a guy like me who is ordinary, ordinary, and has no ambitions, seems to have nothing to do with the word "detective".

So, how could I be the prototype of the male protagonist of the "Yan Shen" case? What is the truth of the "Yan Shen" case? Is the process of the case more fantastic and terrifying than the stories in the novel?

What I want to say is that there is no absolute in the world, and the extreme of things will lead to the opposite.

If a person is hopelessly ordinary, he will inevitably have a strong desire from the bottom of his heart, which is to be involved in some strange and turbulent events.

而念念不忘,必有回响.

So, after a long period of mediocrity, I not only met a mysterious hell visitor and got a strange booklet, but also suddenly became involved in a series of infinite events!

For example, a familiar and strange mysterious beauty suddenly appeared in front of me, and I had to live under the same roof with her.

......

As I said just now, I save money to get married.

Straight men are sometimes quite sad, because straight men probably have such a little success.

However, the beauty who lives with me is neither my wife nor my girlfriend. She is just a strange and strange visitor.

She appears in front of me every other day. She has curly curly hair and natural long eyelashes that flashes can make people's eyes fascinate, and the most beautiful thing is her delicate nose full of classical beauty like Aphrodite.

As for her personality, if she wants to describe it by universal standards, she is a lively foodie, a pure drunkard, a naked porn maniac, and sometimes a big pervert who is in a mess.

But it is undeniable that she is a cute girl and a sexy beauty. Sometimes she is as upright and majestic as the princess in the sky, and sometimes she develops as vulgar as the stolen girl on earth. These contradictory labels are true portrayals of her.

She is a conflicted guy, and of course sometimes it makes me worse than death.

For example, she always likes to be tired of me, but I dare not look at her directly.

At that time, at home, she always wore a pajama as thin as a cicada wing and swayed around the living room without any scruples. Because of her outstanding figure, I really didn’t have the courage to look up, so I could only lower my head to stare at my phone, computer, magazine, water cup, and job... Sometimes, if I stare at something for too long, I could stare myself into a cross-eye.

"Hey, hey!" Sometimes she would tease me on purpose.

I try not to respond and not to look up easily. Sometimes she squats in front of me and stares at me in the same way. Her hair is naturally curled up, beautiful and cute, and she looks like a moon hare in Sailor Moon, or a sexy version.

“你老低着头干什么?”

"Nonsense-can you dress well?"

"Can you take a good look at me?"

"cannot."

"Why?"

"Please, I'm impotence, okay?" I said, scratching my hair and scurried to death.

"No." She responded firmly.

"Then why don't I dare to read it?! Don't you think of the second English letter in your heart? How dare I look at you? If I dare to touch you today, will I be castrated by chemical tomorrow?! My daughter, you two are as hot as fire and as cold as ice all day. Can't you torture me to death?!"

"Hahaha!" she smiled happily, "It's so fun, so fun!"

She lay on the sofa, laughing so hard that her branches trembled - I accidentally took a look and it was really trembling, trembling, trembling...

I screamed and rushed back into the room with my head in my arms.

Let me make a statement first. First, my physiological functions are quite sound; second, I have had a sexual orientation test and think I am a straight man who is not particularly straight. Whenever I see the hot figure of a beautiful woman living with me, I can't control myself, especially when I hear the humming sounds she learned from somewhere.

But I didn't dare to touch her. It wasn't that she didn't let me touch her, but that another girl didn't let me touch her.

The key is that she lives in the girl's body, and both of them have their own independent souls. So, even if she pesters me, once I have any evil behavior, I will definitely be discovered by another girl as smart as a fox the next day.

And that girl as smart as a fox is also my favorite person. Her name is Chen Yu, and she is the heroine of the "Yan Chen Detective Case" series.

I pursued her wholeheartedly for six years, and she was also the woman I wanted to marry home.

Love is actually sometimes more terrifying and cruel. Because as long as the other party says the word "No", all the efforts and costs you have put in before will be wiped out in an instant, and the armor will be gone.

This is how I am so nervous and terrified every day, I live a life of slight and seriousness, and even fear of accidentally saying a wrong sentence or making a wrong move, which will eventually annoy Chen Yu and let my six-year hard work disappear.

What's more, although I am gentle and accommodating, I am extremely absurd in some aspects - I would rather not take the benefits of touching the principles.

So every time I was entangled and hooked up by a beautiful woman with a living, I could only lock myself in the house quickly, recite Kant's "Criticism of Pure Reason" loudly for a long time, or turn twenty pages of "Avoid sex" posts to suppress my desires.

This is my experience with two women.

I firmly believe that my acquaintance with Shen Yu had planted cause and effect in the dark. Because when we were very young, we witnessed an equally mysterious black ship at different times and places.

However, the whole thing is very long and long, and I must start with an adventure in my youth.

That's right, the black ship I'm talking about is the "black ship" mentioned by the visitor from Hell.

That's the summer vacation of my fifth grade elementary school.
Chapter completed!