After the snow fell, there was a dense warm rain.

It floated into the mountains and forest depressions, disappearing into everything around it. It covered the mountains and fell gently, like a big hand caressing the outline of the mountains, erasing thousands of years of resentment and pain.

The gleaming stars are like fireflies on a summer night, rising slowly and flying towards the distant sky. The wind whispers, the trees sigh, and the animals whine in their throats, as if they are saying goodbye to something. There is obviously no howling or crying, but it is filled with

Overcome the irresolvable separation.

The barrier collapsed, as suddenly as the mountain god disappeared. And with the foot of the mountain as the line, there were completely two worlds inside and outside the boundary.

Warm rain fell in the sky inside the boundary, and curses came from the long street outside the boundary. The white snow inside the boundary covered the mud, and the rats outside the boundary broke the peace.

A few minutes ago, the inside of the world was hell, and the outside was the world. In the blink of an eye, the inside was like heaven, and the outside was in ruins.

It can be seen that life and death, blessings and misfortunes are always interdependent and cannot be distinguished by good or bad.

Ji Si looked at the mountain, listened to the voices from all directions, and suddenly said: "A mountain needs the right time, place, and people. After thousands of years of tempering and the baptism of lightning and thunder, it is possible for a mountain god to be born."

"All things choose Him, and He will feed all things in return, loving and benevolent."

"Once upon a time, humans were also members of all living things, but they were not willing to be equal to all living beings." Ji Si's tone gradually became less emotional, "They claimed to be the spiritual beings of all living things, but they failed to fulfill their obligations as 'elders'.

There is no protection except plunder.”

"A mere hundred years will destroy the spirituality of an entire mountain."

He rarely mocked: "I don't know how long it will take before another mountain god is born. Without the protection of the guardian spirit, they can only seek their own blessings during the blank period."

Si Nuocheng was silent. He had calmed down and was chewing every word of Ji Si's words. After a while, he showed his attitude at work and said straight to the point: "So, what will happen during the blank period?"

"Who knows?" Ji Si laughed mischievously, "Maybe the boulders that were supposed to roll east were blocked by tree roots and then hit the west; maybe it was the heavy rain that broke out the mudslide, which was supposed to fall halfway.

It stopped on the mountainside and was diverted, flooding the towns and villages."

"Or maybe it's an unavoidable big earthquake that shakes the entire landscape until it collapses." Ji Si continued, "If we move mountains and fill the sea, maybe the so-called Ningyuan Mountains will turn into the Ningyuan Rift Valley?"

Si Nuocheng:......

"Human beings cannot bear the price of letting a mountain god disappear."

Just like now, the rats have dug the mountain too deep, and there may be something more deadly hidden in their caves. However, Ji Si does not intend to be a nanny. It is a gift to remove darkness from the mountain, and the remaining

It depends on fate.

"We should go." Ji Si gathered up his scepter and withdrew from the mysterious protective circle. For a moment, Si Nuocheng only felt that the light around him dimmed, as if he had stepped from a greenhouse into the cold winter.

"This is?"

"You can think of it as a circle of protection." Ji Si patiently explained, "There is no limit to what tool you can use. You can use your fingers, branches, or chalk. Draw a circle under your feet. When the starting point and end point are closed, it becomes a circle.

"

"Believe that it will protect you, and imagine that your strength and aura are contained within the circle. The technique of causing changes based on will is a self-protection method that ordinary people can use."

"We were in a circle before to prevent others from seeing our true appearance."

No wonder...

No wonder Yu Mingyang’s SLR camera can’t capture his face. Is that so?

In this case, the asylum circle is a good thing, and he is very interested in it.

Si Nuocheng listened to the lectures with 100% efficiency and could draw inferences: "What should I do if I encounter a robber? Is this method suitable for an environment full of bullets? Will the circle not being round enough affect the intensity of protection?"

"Or, is the protective power formed by a circle proportional to the saturation of the circle? Or is it proportional to the size of the circle? Or is it proportional to the strength of the person himself?"

"For example, if a sumo wrestler and I use the same compass to draw circles of the same size, is mine stronger or his compass stronger?"

Ji Si:......

Under the dim street lights, the two people looked at each other. One of them was full of metaphysics, and the other exuded the dawn of science. After a long time, the silent high priest finally squeezed out a sentence: "You should stop learning. I think you should learn."

Won't."

Si Nuocheng:......

He is not convinced!

…

The warm rain under the Ningyuan Mountains is like a gift from God. It falls on the wounds of the snow warriors, allowing many people who are in unbearable pain to breathe easier.

The seriously injured fell asleep, and the dying uttered their last words. When the helicopter's searchlight swept over them, the nightmare experience finally came to an end, but the follow-up issues were still very difficult to deal with.

They had to organize people to go into the mountain again and find Shuoshu's cave with the help of experts. They also had to evacuate the people at the foot of the mountain, blockade the Ningyuan Mountains for a long time, and even talk to the local tourism industry and developers, and the scenic spots were not allowed to be opened until the crisis was resolved...

…

The most important thing is that they must concentrate their elite forces to pursue and intercept a mysterious man - the initiator of the prophecy, the high priest JS.

There are a lot of things, and I don’t know how to deal with them. But monkeys can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry. They will slowly peel off the cocoons and get the results they want most.

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Yunting ignored his arm injury and resolutely went into the mountain with the brigade for the second time, while Jiang Ziying stayed in the hospital to treat the wound.

It was not until noon that the medicine was finally applied to the wound on the cheek.

Since the injury was on the face, the old doctor sighed: "My dear, the injury is not in the right place! Let's do a small surgery to repair the flesh, otherwise a piece of the cheek is missing, what a pity! It's hard to find a partner...

"

Jiang Ziying shook her head. She wanted to laugh, but her face really hurt: "When you join the army and join the police, your face is not important. What's more, the person who really likes me won't care about my face, but should care about me."

"Daughter, you can't say that." The old doctor looked like he had experienced it before. "Don't miss a good opportunity. If you can make up for your face, make up for it. Master, I don't want to see anyone gossiping about your face in the future."

Jiang Ziying thought for a while, nodded and said: "If I have time, I will go to the hospital for surgery."

The old doctor was very pleased. Not many young people could listen to what he said. It was rare to find someone who was obedient and it was really comforting. He smiled and said, "This is medicine. Change it every day. Don't forget to be diligent."

"Well, thank you."

Jiang Ziying walked on the road back to the brigade, and the barricades were filled with rats that had fallen to death.

They were strangely picked up by the wind last night and fell heavily to the ground, causing a lot of damage to the entire town and causing countless economic losses.

It is said that dozens of people were killed by the rats alone, and it is even harder to count the number of people injured.

After the incident, the attitude of the family members of the deceased was full of drama. First they scolded the deceased for trying to run out, then they put the deceased on the door panel and took him to the police station, crying loudly and begging for compensation for a natural disaster.

Although this method is strange, there are two ways to do it. I think the detention center in Ningyuan is full of people today...

Jiang Ziying quickened her pace and passed two tall men at the intersection. When they met on a narrow road, she instinctively looked up.

With just one glance, she slowed down her steps.

I saw these two men. One was extremely handsome, with a strong aura; the other was extremely elegant, with a freehand and elegant look. The black windbreaker and white robe walked hand in hand, and the floor-length black hair traced an arc, hooking Quan The bottom of the staff.

The elegant man shook his head skillfully, and his hair spread smoothly, covering his back like a piece of silk. The other man spoke, his voice was low and magnetic: "Great prophet, do you think the stock price will rise tomorrow?" How about falling?"

"President, what kind of energy field do you think the clouds in the sky are?" Come on, let's hurt each other!

They walked around her and walked away as if no one was around.

Very eye-catching...

Even if you can only see a side face, it is so pleasing to the eye.

Any one of them standing out is a top-notch handsome man, not to mention the visual impact created by having two faces standing together?

She originally thought that she was very resistant to men's appearance, but she never thought that it was not a matter of being strong or not, but a matter of not having met an "opponent" before.

Unfortunately, the police uniform is more important than the man.

Jiang Ziying kept walking. With no buses running on the street, she could only walk the five-station-long road on two legs. A long road inevitably had many things to do. When she walked through the small park on the corner, she saw three children. Pushing a child covered in paint.

There was wrinkled drawing paper lying on the ground, and the easel was covered with mischievous handprints. Seeing an adult coming to take care of things, the bullying child whistled, made faces and ran away shouting "freak".

Jiang Ziying walked into the park with a frown, squatted down with the taciturn child, and helped pick up the drawing paper and paint. She wanted to appear more friendly, but unfortunately the injury on her face prevented her from smiling.

Unable to do so, she could only try her best to ask in a gentle voice: "Kid, are you alone? Where are your parents?"

The child did not raise his head to look at her, and was busy packing his things, as if immersed in his own world. He flattened the wrinkled drawing paper and rubbed away the traces little by little.

"Kid, can you memorize your home phone number?" Jiang Ziying said softly, "Can Auntie help you contact your family?"

He fixed the drawing paper on the easel, picked up the brush, and picked the sand off the bristles bit by bit. Then, he carefully dipped in the paint and stacked up the portraits one by one.

The dark mountains and the dark gray night sky. There is a ghost-like white human figure in the center. He spreads his hands and hangs a straight... stick above his head?

The child scooped up the lead-gray paint and patted it beside the "white ghost", bit by bit, painting the shape of the "grey ghost". From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word to Jiang Ziying, as if she did not exist at all. of.

Jiang Ziying had no choice but to stand there and wait. She more or less saw that there was something different about this child, so she couldn't leave simply.

She originally wanted to call the local police station, but considering the current situation at the police station, she finally gave up the idea. And she waited for half an hour.

When the child picked up the toothbrush, dipped it in white paint, and carefully flicked it into the night sky, wondering if he was painting stars or snowflakes, the anxious mother found the child with a vegetable basket, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw the child.

She held the child in her arms and asked him if he was hurt. She was not angry when she received no response, but sighed softly. At the end, she solemnly thanked Jiang Ziying and said with a wry smile: "Thank you, my child is a bit special, he...

"

"He is a bit autistic." The mother lowered her voice, "But he likes to run around and always goes to strange places with his drawing board."

"I took him back to my grandma's house yesterday. I always thought he was lying in the house sleeping. Unexpectedly, he ran out with his drawing board in the middle of the night, wore a coat and hid in the bushes next to the street lamp to draw."

"I'm scared!" the child's mother said with lingering fear. "I took him home today and hid here painting. I was really scared to death."
To be continued...