In the name of collecting fines, the two men knocked on doors and asked.
Some villagers will question their identities and ask them to show their forest ranger work certificates.
Some villagers invited them into their houses hospitably and prepared cookies and milk for them.
There are also some villagers who find various excuses not to open the door.
After a full circle, the fine was more than two hundred coins.
The rest are either dead or not at home.
Su Qingyu looked at the list of names on the list that had not paid fines and twitched the corners of her lips.
She really felt that it was more difficult to get money than to get her life.
Su Qingyu said to Bai Huo while sketching: "At least four-fifths of the people on this list are dead."
Bai Huo sighed: "The job of collecting money is really not easy to do."
He had said all his good things just now, but the villagers still looked at him with hatred, as if they were complaining, why did they come to settle these bad debts after so long?
Su Qingyu smiled and said: "Especially if the money is not collected for myself, it will be even more uncomfortable.
This kind of work offends people, brings little benefit, and may even lead to suspicion of corruption. "
"Let's put this matter aside for now. Miss Su, have you noticed any special circumstances?"
"Of course." Su Qingyu put down the pen gently. Her eyes were as clear as a lake, and there was a hint of intelligence in her eyes. "There are many young people's clothes in the villagers' rooms. There are obviously many young people in this village." He is an old man, why do he have young people’s clothes?”
Su Qingyu asked the question first, and then continued to answer along with his own thoughts: "Although the styles of those clothes are different, there are traces to follow.
You remember the third house we visited, the old man inside was covered in tattoos, and the clothes in his room were also full of fashionable punk elements.
However, the old man talks and acts in a rigid and academic manner, which is inconsistent with these styles..."
Bai Huo listened quietly, and then added to Su Qingyu's analysis: "Yes. The old man in the third room has a gentle personality, and his words are polite. He doesn't feel like he is a maverick. Fashionista.
In the last house we visited, we saw the job tag of the person on the list. The photo on the job tag was also of a young man. But when we asked the owner of the house, the owner said that the young man was his. Grandson, has passed away.
Weird, really weird, he said that his grandson passed away, but there was no sadness in his eyes, only the panic that he wanted to hide. "
"They look so similar.
Not like grandparents and grandchildren, but more like the young and old forms of a person. "
Su Qingyu paused and continued: "Combined with the palm reading you helped them read, I have a bold guess that the elderly here are using the bodies of young people to extend their lives!"
"You mean... those old people have a way to transfer themselves into the bodies of young people..." Bai Huo followed Su Qingyu's words and told the answer.
Su Qingyu nodded solemnly: "Do you still remember what the village chief said?
The elderly people here all want to live a long life. I think the village chief is being conservative. What they want is not a long life, but immortality. "
Of course Bai Huo remembered this.
Not only that, he also remembered that the old lady pushing the village chief's wheelchair touched Su Qingyu's hand and asked her to pay attention to it with a distressed look on her face.
And when he read the palm of the old lady, the old lady also asked him why his hair was white and whether he had any physical disease.
When I look back and think about these things, it’s terrifying to think about them.
Bai Huo took a deep breath, looked at Su Qingyu's beautiful face and said, "So, they worship the new monkey god from house to house because the new monkey god has indeed fulfilled their wishes to a certain extent."
This is the power of pollution.
It's obviously a curse, but it's treated as a blessing.
It is obviously the twisted power of the source of pollution, but it is regarded as a miracle that fulfills wishes.
"Do those people have gods in their hearts? Some are just greedy.
What is enshrined on the shrine is their desire. "
The old monkey god could not fulfill the villagers' wishes, so the villagers destroyed the monkey temple.
If it is useless for such villagers to believe in the new monkey god, how can they enshrine the new monkey god in their homes?
Su Qingyu stared at the lifeless village and said softly: "This transfer should also have side effects, that is, they cannot appear in the form of young people. Even if their bodies are transferred, they will age quickly, but they will not age to death. to the point.”
When the villagers here are about to die, they will use the bodies of young people to continue their lives. They enter the bodies of young people, and the young bodies will age rapidly.
But even so, they don't want to die, they just grow old. If they keep changing their bodies, they can live forever.
So, the people in the village waited for the new ranger.
Su Qingyu and Bai Huo were both the prey they were targeting.
The conversion method is probably related to the monkey meat mentioned in the rules.
As for the village chief, he was still a young man's voice because he had disabled limbs and escaped.
"Just to live a little longer, they actually did such a cruel thing." Although there was not much expression on Bai Huo's face, Su Qingyu could feel his anger.
“Don’t be angry, they will eventually pay for what they have done.
The fact that there are so few people in this village is proof, isn't it?
It's risky for them to change bodies. If the new rangers don't get here, they will die of old age.
Our mission is not a simple ranger patrol, but we need to solve all the mysteries and restore the truth of the matter. "Su Qingyu's eyes were slightly curved, and her faint smile was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning in the mountains, quiet and warm, "The Monkey God is treated differently in different villages.
You think, if the old monkey god really has a spirit in heaven, would it be distorted if he was treated like this by humans? "
Bai Huo's thin lips parted lightly, like the early winter snow: "It is the desires and fears of the villagers that have distorted their beliefs. These villagers long for the blessing of the Monkey God, but at the same time question the Monkey God's ability. Their beliefs are too complicated and not pious enough.
The power of a god comes from the firmness of its believers and the number of true believers.
From the three mountains we experienced, we can see that each mountain has a different attitude towards the old monkey god. The inconsistency of believers' beliefs will weaken the power of the god. "
"So, the old monkey god who can really protect this mountain is dead. The stronger the belief in the new monkey god becomes, the more polluted the mountain will be."
Bai Huo sighed, and there was anger and compassion in his words: "It was the villagers who pushed themselves to the road of death.
If God does evil, it can still be forgiven; if you do evil on your own, you will not live. "
Su Qingyu understood that sentence more deeply.
Pollution is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.
