City State Violence Group

Chapter 6: Wedge (6)

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In short, at that time, Gao Yang was writing a serial novel for a newspaper, and he had to fax the manuscript back to Taiwan daily during the trip, so we had the opportunity (on the long-distance bus) almost every day to discuss that he was researching at that time and adding it to the manuscript at any time. The yin and yang, five elements, feng shui and numerology. One day, I suddenly mentioned the name Zhijizi. Because I still remember: In his book, he talked about the value of the stars as the countermeasures, and there was a saying that "the sky is rushing to the sun, the carp is on the tree, the white tiger is coming out of the mountain, and the monks are in groups". , It may even be the mistake of "increasing into groups". Gao Yang was shocked when he heard this, and said, "No, no, no! You made a mistake.'Monk in a group' is definitely not planted by mistake. In fact, there is another source of allusions." However, he didn't explain the source of the other allusions, but instead turned aside. The topic asked me: "Why would you read Zhijizi's book?"

I then told the truth about what happened that day. It is expected that Gao Yang immediately slapped his palms and punches, and sighed repeatedly: "Sorry! Regret!" Then he didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to say much, so I could only accompany it as a sad expression and frequently eat the strange sushi of Beijing cuisine. Matter.

A few years later, Gao Yang was admitted to the hospital due to lung disease, and I went to visit. But seeing him face and withered claws, like a living skull. But on the sickbed, he still masturbated and talked about numerology and fortune, saying that he "has still 30 years of life to squander, and he will say nothing after he has spent a lot of time." When talking about this, Gao Yang's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "Did you see Zhao Taichu later?"

"Who?" I was stunned for a moment, and instinctively thought that Gao Yang was dying of illness and faint.

"Didn't he say that there will be a future with you?"

"Who?" I asked again.

"Wow, Zhao Taichu, the imperfect god! Didn't you see it in that bookstore?" Gao Yang showed a very obvious and impatient expression, and then said, "There is a strange case in the seven brothers who worshipped them, I I’ve been inquiring about it for decades, but I know the first and second, and there are many reasons for it. If you see Zhao Taichu next time, tell him: Gao Yang wants to have a good talk with him."

I just retreat. Gao Yang passed away on June 6th of this year. On July 13, I received a package from the editor-in-chief of the literary magazine that hosted the Japanese tour group. The editor-in-chief told me: "Gao Yang said that he will pay him back if he is out of the hospital, and give it to you if he can't."

In the package are seven books and a stack of half-photoprinted, half-handwritten manuscripts. Faced with the seven books that I used to "combine my eyes", I was not surprised at all, as if as early as the night when we drank at a certain pavilion in Kyoto a few years ago, Gao Yang had already announced to me that he and I met by chance. It has a close relationship with these seven books. What really surprises me is that the title page of every book, and even the blank spaces on almost every page, are densely marked with the details of the textual research about the things described in the book. The one that impressed me most was inscribed on the back cover of "Seven Seas of Thunder": "Only a simple person can use this book as a martial arts work." To me, this was a thunderbolt—because even at that moment, I still read "Seven Seas Thunder" as a martial arts novel.

As for other books, for example, the author "Chen Xiumei" of "The History of the Shanghai Small Sword Society and the Study of Secret Books by Hongmen" drew a big "×" on the three characters, and changed it to these three sentences: "This book is really Qian Gongjing farmed privately and taught his apprentices with all his money. As a result, he was not selfish in learning." The author of "The Book of Secret Society Since the Early Republic of China" also drew a big "×" on the three characters "Tao Dai Wen". , And another note next to it: "This is the work of Li Shouwu. The Taoist Li is stiff, and the surname is "Tao". Former Shu Xue Zhaoyun's "Xiaozhongshan" words: "Dancing clothes and red ribbons" know that the belt is the ribbon. Yiwu Congwen, Gu Yin His ambition; not a miserable husband!" In addition, on the covers of "Heaven and Earth Society of Medicine, Medicine and Medical Doctrine" and "Food Virtue and Paintings", five characters "this true novel also" were written on the covers. And on the cover of "The Magical Doctor Fang Fengwu" is annotated with three small characters in Zhubi: "To be examined in detail". The most inexplicable thing is that the butterfly page of the "Summary of Qimen Dunjia Art" has this paragraph written on it:

Everything has the outside and the inside, and all people have death and life. The escape from the inside, the escape from the inside; the escape from the dead, the escape from the living. It is the table of the book, the emperor is almost unique in the art of the strange door, sees the micro-knowledge, and expresses the quiet enlightenment; but I suspect that this book is not about life and death but has another escape. I am afraid that it is the secret code calendar for the Wan clan’s disciples to contact.

The word "Wanshi" in this passage immediately caught my attention-coincidentally, the author of "The Magical Doctor Fang Fengwu" is surnamed Wan, his name is Yanfang, the word is Zhengxuan, and his nickname is Zhuying Diaoshou. What's more interesting is that I immediately think of this name mentioned in many biographies or anecdotes that I have read: a gang boss who was once rich and powerful in an enemy country. According to legend, he was assassinated decades ago. No one knows what happened, and no one dared to find out.

However, I gradually found some clues from the eyebrow notes on the seven books that Gao Yang left me, and the six-inch manuscript. It was a set that forced a person like me who did not dare to approach the end in reading. The clues of not confronting me led my curiosity with a strong sense of escape into one world after another that I never knew existed in my surroundings. What I did not expect most is these. The magical, supernatural, and violent world—whether we call it quack, martial arts, or underworld—is because they are too real.

Only a mouse like me will understand that such a world is the reflection of our lost self.