Chapter 417: Ways to Bypass, Protect the Name (6k)

"Hickey..."

Wen Yan stood by the road, choked his throat, and vomited something. His distorted expression was relieved.

That feeling was too uncomfortable. He had a strong feeling of nausea, but he just felt that he couldn't vomit anything. Instead, it was like he was vomiting in reverse.

After vomiting something, he felt better.

He put away his phone and stood by the road rubbing his head. The field staff next to him was confused and handed him a bottle of water.

"Are you okay?"

"No." Wen Yan rinsed his mouth and didn't explain.

He glanced at the field staff and said nothing, nor did he let them look at the picture.

The staff of the Lieyang Department is indeed insufficient, but it does not mean that there are fewer people. There are branches in various counties in Shenzhou, and there are branches in counties and states. The total number of people is definitely not small.

If there has been no problem, or the problem is not very serious, then the higher-ups will not agree to set up a special sanitation and cleaning office.

The reason why they agreed so quickly must be that there must have been discussions or intentions in this regard a long time ago.

Wen Yan, who has no long-term field experience and is not particularly familiar with the field rules, knows that the field worker who died before was probably doing private work. How could others not understand?

Now he sorted out the memories that emerged in his mind and recalled that the temple keeper had also seen a person who might be a grassroots field worker.

The standard vest that the guy wore inside was not an ordinary piece of clothing. Anyone who wanted to wear it could wear it. The code of each large banknote embedded inside was recorded. If it was damaged during the mission, it could be reapplied, but the original one would also be recycled.

If you have this thing and dare to wear it directly, it can be basically confirmed that it is a field worker.

Wen Yan drank water, stood there for a while, and digested these memories again.

One thing can be basically verified. The original ghost god of wealth is really from Shenzhou, and there are really people who are connected with outsiders.

The original Chaofeng wanted to open up the situation as soon as possible and gain benefits by killing the chicken to get the eggs. On the other hand, there are also some people who want to use Chaofeng's hand to verify some things.

In those brief conversations, Wen Yan figured out a lot of things.

That guy said that someone had succeeded before, and that should not be referring to the Ghost God of Wealth.

If it was the Ghost God of Wealth, why would he conduct any experiments?

Of course, there are other possibilities. Without knowing the inside story, Wen Yan dared not draw any conclusions.

His face was not very good. After getting on the car, he said nothing, as if he was not feeling well.

When he returned to the place where he came from, he directly said that the ghost had been solved and he was leaving first.

After coming out of the desolate tomb and returning to Guanzhong County, Wen Yan immediately found a place for himself and recorded the conversations he still remembered, word by word, recalling them.

If he had experienced it himself, he might not have been able to record it word for word like this.

Just like the content of his conversation with Prince Zhu before, if he asked him to say it, he could only roughly talk about what he talked about at the time, but if he really asked him to repeat it, it would be impossible to repeat it word for word.

And now these memories give him the feeling that they are loaded extra, with a sense of alienation, but all kinds of details can be recalled bit by bit.

After recording it, Wen Yan asked the black box to break up all the conversations he recorded and store a copy.

He tried to let the black box reassemble the previously broken records. After a look, Wen Yan was relieved that there was no problem.

The black box performed his task perfectly. It did not try to understand, but directly crushed a piece of paper that originally recorded something into powder, into something that the black box itself could not understand.

The black box only remembered the initial position of each meaningless fragment, like a string of tens of millions of bits, which itself was meaningless. When the powder of a piece of paper was reassembled according to the password, the original information would be revealed.

Wen Yan used the black box in the past to avoid the existence of "people" and to avoid triggering certain things. If no one knew, there would be no leaks.

In a hurry before, I tried it directly, and it was still useful.

No matter who or what this power is, it is obvious that in its rules, a piece of paper that is crushed into hundreds of thousands or even millions of copies will be classified as destroyed.

This is to underestimate the computing power and the power of technology. No matter how much Wen Yan asked the black box to record, when it is stored in the storage device, it will only be a few megabytes or tens of megabytes at most.

If you have prepared the program in advance and made sufficient preparations, you can operate it with one click.

The most difficult thing is that the black box can understand what Wen Yan said instantly and complete it in the best way.

After Wen Yan finished recording, he took his mobile phone and looked at it again. In the database of the Lieyang Department, there were only records of ghosts killing people. After the push, Wen Yan solved the ghost, but there were no records that could track the identity of this old ghost.

He asked the black box to look for it, and the black box said that it didn't exist in the first place.

Wen Yan made a note in his mind that he didn't know how the ability of this person or thing worked, and he didn't know what the triggering conditions were, but he could flush out the relevant records after being triggered.

Whether it was remembered by people, written on paper, or stored in a computer.

Wen Yan felt that flushing was very appropriate. He saw it raining at that time. Under the heavy rain, the things that should have been seen were all turned into smoke and washed away.

And that should be the last thing that the old ghost wanted to tell him, the most critical clue.

Because the old ghost disappeared after the last scene disappeared.

Judging from the rules executed by the old ghost, after he completed the transmission, those memories would disappear, and he would also think that he had completed what he wanted to do. He was killed by the incident itself, completely disappeared, and his soul was scattered.

Now Wen Yan felt that the previous judgment of the Lieyang Department was actually correct, and both speculations were not wrong.

The old ghost was indeed for revenge, but not for revenge on the Lieyang Department.

The road he took was the road he had walked before. He just wanted to find the Lieyang Department, find someone who could make the decision, and tell the other party the most critical information.

Now his temple was bombed, and the temple god was destroyed.

All he had to do was to drag those people to be buried with his temple god.

No matter what his motives were, if he really met someone who could make the decision and knew these things, he would not pretend not to know and ignore it.

Wen Yan's thoughts turned, and he tried several times, and now he could be sure of another thing.

The flushing that the old ghost encountered, the relevant key information was washed away and disappeared completely, which was not a lasting effect.

Afterwards, if someone can still remember, then it will not be affected.

But the difficulty is that after the flushing, no one remembers it, and the records are gone, so how can they remember it?

This is not a shortcoming.

But think about it, if it can last, the power required and the price to pay are completely on another level.

Wen Yan's thoughts were chaotic, and he finally endured it. He didn't call or say anything.

He felt that he had to be cautious for two days and pretend that he had been hit.

He wanted to try and see if the person who did these things knew that he already knew.

After all, he felt that someone had vomited directly into his mind, and the restored memories seemed to be loaded extra, with a sense of alienation that he had not seen with his own eyes.

If his feeling was realistic, then someone really "vomited" those lost memories back into his mind.

If it was just a feeling, then the person who did these things didn't know and didn't flush it clean.

Anyway, just wait for two days, and Wen Yan happened to bring his equipment when he went out.

Wen Yan was absent-minded after returning to Prince Zhu's manor, and his face looked a little uncomfortable.

Prince Zhu saw Wen Yan coming back so quickly, so he naturally understood that the matter had been resolved and it was not difficult, but Wen Yan's face seemed to be wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just vomited once."

"Oh my god, this dog profiteer dared to cheat even ghosts, why is beef so cheap!" Prince Zhu slapped his thigh and wanted to talk to someone on the spot.

"..."

Wen Yan sighed helplessly and waved his hand.

"Prince Zhu, it has nothing to do with beef, I just don't feel well."

Prince Zhu looked at Wen Yan and frowned slightly.

Wen Yan is a serious warrior, with strong internal energy, surging blood, and a balance between the inside and outside. This physique has higher resistance than ordinary people in all aspects.

His immunity is very strong, but it is not simply too strong, but his body has reached a very strong balance inside and outside. It is difficult to break this balance in general headaches and fevers.

"Come here, I'll help you."

"Prince Zhu, when did you learn to take a pulse?"

"No, but I know other things."

Prince Zhu grabbed Wen Yan's hand, and the Yin Qi on his body began to slowly spread out and slowly covered Wen Yan.

"Don't resist, I can't stand your resistance."

The soft Yin Qi overflowing from Prince Zhu gradually wrapped Wen Yan, and the Yin Qi was rhythmic, gradually coordinating with Wen Yan's breath fluctuations.

When they were completely coordinated, Prince Zhu felt what Wen Yan felt at the moment, that kind of nausea, and after vomiting just now, he felt a little better, but still very uncomfortable.

The hand he grabbed on Wen Yan's arm also shrank back instantly.

After a slight pause, Prince Zhu reached out again and grabbed Wen Yan's arm.

"Don't go there these days. Take good care of yourself here. Otherwise, if you tell others, you'll get a stomachache here.

I finally got in a good mood and braised some beef myself.

If this gets out, you, a warrior, will vomit after eating it. No one will dare to eat my food in the future.

I'll make some soup for you later."

Prince Zhu didn't allow Wen Yan to refuse and rushed out of the house in a hurry.

He rushed all the way to a room inside, saw the tablet of Old Zhu, and immediately knelt in front of the tablet.

At this time, Prince Zhu couldn't bear it anymore. He gritted his teeth, widened his eyes, and trembled all over.

After calming down his violent ups and downs for a while, he kowtowed to the tablet several times.

"For so many years, I have been protected by you.

Now, finally, finally I encounter the same situation again."

Here, in front of Old Zhu's tablet, Prince Zhu couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't suppress his emotions.

After a few minutes, he calmed down a little.

He stood up, took a clean new towel from the side, wiped the tablet for Old Zhu, and finally lit three incense sticks and kowtowed three times.

Prince Zhu came to the kitchen himself, took out a clay pot, and cooked some sweet soup.

The so-called sweet soup is actually to use water to loosen ordinary flour, stir it slightly, and make it thicker than old yogurt, but not clumping, then pour it into boiling water and stir it quickly.

The final product is like boiled porridge, and there are also some smooth things like fish in it, with a smooth taste.

Prince Zhu asked the cook to get out of the way, and he did it himself, with a very serious look.

After it was done, he added some brown sugar to the pot, holding a spoon himself, with a calm and serious look, very patient, turning on the lowest fire, stirring slowly with a spoon to prevent the pot from getting stuck.

That year, he was still young and uncomfortable, and his grandfather scolded his father and personally cooked a bowl of sweet soup for him. He watched from the side, watching his grandfather, who he heard people say was very fierce and scary every day, very patiently cooking a bowl of sweet soup.

This is the thing that impressed him the most, far more than all other things.

Even if he died, the first thing he recalled was still this thing.

Prince Zhu cooked the sweet soup, brought the casserole, and came to Wen Yan. Looking at Wen Yan who looked confused, he put down the pot.

"Drink some while it's warm, you will feel much better."

Wen Yan took the bowl and filled a bowl. The first mouthful he tasted was a little surprising.

"Sweet soup?"

"Yeah."

The warm taste was slightly sweet, and there was a unique taste of brown sugar.

But, this thing seems to be something you eat when you have diarrhea, right?

Wen Yan didn't ask. After a few mouthfuls, he did feel much better. The nausea and discomfort were gradually calmed by the warmth in his stomach.

"Is this ordinary sweet soup?"

Seeing that the effect seemed to be immediate, Wen Yan couldn't help but asked.

"Yes, I made it myself. When I was a child, I also drank this when I felt uncomfortable."

Prince Zhu replied casually, and took a small bowl and filled a bowl.

The two of them gathered around the small table, like two patients, each holding a small bowl.

"Don't tell anyone. You vomited after eating my beef."

"..."

"Recuperate here for the next two days."

Prince Zhu said this and left with the casserole.

No matter how slow Wen Yan was, he could sense that Prince Zhu seemed a little bit abnormal. He could sense that he was suppressing something.

After eating, Wen Yan touched his belly. The ordinary sweet soup seemed to work surprisingly well. As time went by, the nausea became weaker and weaker.

He walked out of the house and just saw Feng Wei, who smiled apologetically.

"The prince specifically told me that you were not feeling well and asked you to rest here for two days. He was not allowed to send you off."

After Feng Wei finished speaking, he left quickly.

"Uh..."

Wen Yan was a little stunned, looking at Tong Si, who was inseparable from Feng Wei.

"Tong Si, don't leave yet. I have something to talk to you about."

"You said that everything is fine except sending you away."

"Look at me, can you see anything unusual?"

Tong Si blinked her eyes, and her pupils turned into double pupils. After just one glance, she couldn't help rubbing her slightly sore eyes.

"Nothing unusual, the Yang Qi is stronger and more restrained than before."

"Okay, then it's okay."

Wen Yan blessed Tong Si with Yang Qi, and also blessed Feng Wei.

He returned to the yard, pulled out a recliner, and lay on it.

Okay, if you don't let me go, then don't go. It just so happens that he also wants to rest for two days.

When Feng Yao called, Wen Yan said that he received an automatic push notification from his mobile phone. He happened to be a guest at Prince Zhu's house, so he went over to solve it. It was nothing serious. Although the ghost was a bit troublesome, he happened to be a professional counterpart.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yan continued to lie down.

On the other side, Prince Zhu came to the room where the tablet of Old Zhu was enshrined.

He held a tray with a pen, an inkstone, a stick of ink, and a small dish of water.

He placed the things in front of him and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times in front of Old Zhu's tablet, kneeling until noon the next day.

At 15:30, when the Yang energy was the heaviest, he kowtowed, picked up the ink stick, began to grind the ink, then took the pen, dipped it in ink, and came to Old Zhu's tablet.

"I have been protected by you for many years. He personally brought your tablet back from the underworld, which is also a great favor to me. I can't ignore it no matter what I say. I am an unworthy descendant, and I acted on my own today. Please forgive me."

Prince Zhu stretched out a hand and gently wiped the tablet from bottom to top, and saw that the row of words on the front was like a curtain, which was lifted up, and there were three more words below.

Of the three words, only the first one was Zhu, and the two below were a little blurry and unclear.

Prince Zhu knew it long ago, and he closed his eyes the moment he uncovered it, and uncovered this layer as well.

The next layer was blank.

He held a brush in his hand and wrote the two words "Wen Yan" on it.

The two words dried up the moment they were written, as if they were printed on it.

Prince Zhu put down the first two layers again, and the tablet returned to its original appearance, which was the tablet of Old Zhu.

The name in the second layer was his own name.

So until now, no one knows his specific origins. Everyone knows that he is from the Old Zhu family, but no one knows who he is specifically.

Of course, no one cares too much about this matter.

At the end of the day, there is no completely reliable detailed figure on how many people there are in the Lao Zhu family. We only know that there are a lot of them.

There is such a person that everyone is not familiar with and calls himself Lao Zhu's family. In fact, everyone has a tacit understanding and doesn't ask.

His name is Prince Zhu, but in fact, people who know a little bit think that Prince Zhu was probably not canonized as a prince at all during his lifetime.

At this time, go and get to the bottom of things, aren’t you just hitting people in the face?

There is no deep hatred, but to be so angry?

Even the Lieyang Department never asked or checked. It was really unnecessary, let alone offending people blindly.

It's a pity that no one knows that Prince Zhu's name is under Lao Zhu's tablet and is protected by Lao Zhu's tablet.

When the entire manor suddenly fell into the underworld, Wen Yan took the initiative to bring Lao Zhu's tablet without asking. Prince Zhu always remembered this.

If it weren't for Wen Yan, Prince Zhu would never be able to get back Lao Zhu's tablet in his next life.

What was lost along with it was his name.

If it weren't for Wen Yan, his name would have been completely lost and would never be found again.

After Prince Zhu finished all this, he kowtowed several times respectfully.

It is true that he can't take pulses, nor can he treat patients, but he can feel that this is just a by-product of his abilities. When he collects other people's names, he relies on these abilities.

After feeling Wen Yan's feelings, he was shocked.

Because he had felt exactly the same way.

The Lieyang tribe didn't know who he was, no one knew him, but he seemed to know many people and knew many things about the old ghost, which was normal.

Because everything he once had has been erased.

The year he was born, he was pronounced dead.

Because he was born with supernatural powers, he was in the state of a toddler and didn't understand anything. If he caused some trouble, in order to protect him, he was declared dead at an early age.

Later, he was still targeted.

Everything about him has been erased, no one remembers him, there is no record.

When he almost forgot who he was, he saw a person that everyone was afraid of and said to him.

"We want to see what else can be changed about this damn thing and let it be changed."

Then, his name was recorded on the inner layer, and Lao Zhu's name was on the outer layer.

Obviously, no matter what the hell it is, it is absolutely impossible to have the power to shake Lao Zhu's name.

If you want to shake Lao Zhu's name, it will be more difficult than directly overthrowing the original dynasty.

Later, Lao Zhu did a lot of things, killed a lot of people, killed a lot of inhumans, broke the tiger's backbone, trampled a lot of things, and left no record of the tiger.

Even when he was already diving downhill, he stepped on the accelerator hard and crushed a lot of inhumans to pieces in one breath.

Oh, basically in the same era, there was another thing that the demons would never forget in ten thousand years.

Jiazi is a demon.

A lot of things happened at that time, and Prince Zhu's incident was just a very inconspicuous one, so inconspicuous that there was no record of it.

Prince Zhu knelt in front of Lao Zhu's tablet and waited quietly.

He knew that there might be something among the pile of things that had been smashed into pieces that had survived the end of the law, and was now beginning to recover.

The bad news is that his enemy back then was not completely dead, but now he has revived.

The good news is that there are only two possibilities for this bitch to start to recover now. Either he has a physical body like Suicune, is suppressed, and is just sleeping. He has endured the years and is still not dead.

Obviously, this is impossible.

Or, the bitch who harmed him back then was not crushed to pieces, but was only able to survive with only one breath left. Only in this way could he recover so early.

It can affect Wen Yan when Wen Yan is working on a case, so he must not have just recovered now.

This only shows that this bitch was beaten very badly back then and almost died completely.

This time, he took action again, which only meant that he had to do this. If he didn't, he would be dug out. In this era, if he was dug out, he would be close to death.