It was already late at that time, the night sky was filled with stars, and the endless sky extended to the distance. In this mountain forest that is isolated from the breath of fireworks in the world, the starry sky was dazzling and dazzling.

The young man on the cliff was still busy, and Shi Zuocai went to the river to scoop water and put it into the pot. Liu Yan hurriedly set up the pot rack, washed and cut the ingredients he bought, while pondering the taste, and threw the messy seasonings into the pot. Mr. Demon is never stingy about enjoying life, so the types of ingredients he bought are scary, such as mushrooms, mutton, fat beef rolls, instant noodles, fish balls, lettuce...

The two of them chatted and laughed in front of the bonfire, and most of the time they racked their brains to choke each other, but in fact they were very happy. Liu Yanshi even forgot that he was still feeling sympathetic about the demons and monsters on the mountain a half day ago.

Later, Liu Yanshi decided to take a shower by the river - by the way, she forced Mr. Demon to come and act as a bodyguard. The main content was to sit stupidly behind the roots of the tree, and appear in her sight within three seconds when Liu Yanshi shouted "Help", and waited until the crisis was lifted before digging her eyes.

After taking a shower, Liu Yanxi tiptoed around the tree, but found that Mr. Demon was concentrating on reading the novel with his mobile phone, with a focused look like a scholar who turned a blind eye to the outside world. Liu Yanxi blinked her eyes, and was a little surprised and a little unwilling to accept it. She asked:

"What are you looking at?"

"Um."

"Shi Zuocai!"

"Um?"

"What should I ask you?"

"Oh...what's happening?"

"I'll ask what you're looking at?"

“****.”

Liu Yanshi was silent for a few seconds, and squatted in front of him with a smile, stretched out his hand and twisted his ear 360 degrees.

"Do you know there is a living beauty in front of you who can see her out of the bath?"

Back on the cliff, Shi Zuo crawled into the tent again, took out a bag of coal from his climbing bag and added it to the bonfire, then took out a pack of inexplicable powder and evenly sprinkled around the tent. Liu Yanxi was curious and asked him what the meaning of doing these things was.

"This kind of coal burns for a long time and will not be destroyed all night. The bag of things is made of powder mixed with realgar and lime. The wild beasts in the mountains can't smell this smell, and can also overshadow our own taste. It is also very effective to drive away snakes, insects, rats and ants."

After saying that, he carried the kerosene lamp and walked into the tent.

"Come in quickly, we have to do the serious business."

Liu Yanxi blinked her eyes and protected her chest with both hands: "The pervert can finally not suppress her inner ferocity. Are you going to attack the pure and beautiful girl?"

Mr. Demon turned his head and deliberately glanced at Liu Yanxi's chest, revealing a gentle smile:

"There is nothing worthwhile to do with you."

Liu Yanshi also smiled, turned her head slightly, and her expression was gentler than him:

"I'll kill you tonight."

The two of them entered the tent one after another and really started doing serious business.

Liu Yanshi took out the camera and notes used as records. Starting from the first family he visited, he explained the family's family's status to Mr. Demon. The photos in the camera were photos taken by Liu Yanshi in the name of checking for safety hazards during the visit.

"The male owner of this family is He Dawei, 47 years old, his wife He Xiaoju is 33 years old, and has a seven-year-old son. He Xiaoju works in a convenience store and likes to play mahjong..."

Liu Yanshi explained some insignificant details of life, which really made the listener confused, but Mr. Demon listened very seriously while flipping the photos in the camera, and asked Liu Yanshi about some of the details from time to time, such as who bought the statue of Guan Ergong, whether the Buddha believed in Buddhism or his wife, etc.

After learning about more than a dozen families in a row, Liu Yanshi was dry, took a sip of water, and sighed:

"There is so much information and so complicated, can you really write it down all of it?"

Mr. Demon chuckled softly, but his eyes never left the camera, and he replied casually:

“Is it difficult to remember this level?”

"Brave." Liu Yanshi made a face at him again.

Mr. Demon didn't care, but after flipping into the next photo in the camera, his brows slightly frowned and turned the camera screen to Liu Yanshi:

"What's going on in this photo?"

The photo shows a book without a cover, but just looking at the contents of the first page, Zuo has already recognized it as "Critique of Practical Reason" by Imanuel Kant, because there are exquisite handwritings at the header to copy such a sentence:

There are two things in the world that can deeply shock people's hearts, one is the noble moral code in our hearts, and the other is the brilliant starry sky above our heads.

When he saw the photo, Liu Yanxi exclaimed softly and sat upright:

"That's it! I'm going to tell you this - this family told me about the mountain ghost, and the mistress of this family is Li Lijuan..."

Then, Liu Yanshi carefully told Shi Zuo Cai about the whole story of visiting the family: She had a son who was one year older than Shi Zuo, named He Siming. He loved stargazing very much and hoped to become an astronomer one day, but his parents believed that this interest was of no use to his future, and there were often conflicts between parents and children. One day, He Siming ran away from home and stayed up the mountain until he was harmed by mountain ghosts at night...

After hearing this, Mr. Demon was silent for a while, and finally just chuckled:

"He Siming's death is just another common tragedy under the current social model - parents are waiting for their children to learn to be grateful, but children are waiting for their parents to learn to apologize. They stand opposite the gap between family affection and will never compromise."

"But..." Liu Yanshi murmured softly: "No matter what, I still feel that the child is so pitiful. He just pursues what he likes. He did nothing wrong, and ended up like this..."

Mr. Demon glanced at her and sneered: "Perhaps they are two years older than you, but you are still relying on your seniority to call them 'children'."

Unexpectedly, Liu Yanshi shook her head and looked at him steadily:

"I'm seventeen this year, he's nineteen, and I'll be eighteen, nineteen, twenty, and thirty years old, but he can only stay at nineteen forever."

The devil was stunned, looked at Liu Yanshi, turned around and smiled, but didn't say anything.

After a while, a strange sound came from outside the tent, which was regular and echoed in the deep valley for a long time. Liu Yan was palpitations in his eyes and leaned against Mr. Demon.

"What's that sound?"

"Owl." Mr. Demon said lazily.

As soon as he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from the woods not far away, as if something was approaching. There were a lot of people. With the rapid screams, Liu Yanxi burst into goosebumps. When he pinched Zuo Cai's corner of his clothes, he couldn't speak smoothly:

"Shi...shift...mountain ghost! It's a mountain ghost!"

"Nonsense." Mr. Demon ignored Liu Yan's shocked look and directly put it on the tent and listened carefully, with a smile on his face:

"Do you remember I said in the afternoon that I wanted to prove it to you?"

"What did you prove?" Liu Yan looked and blinked.

"Come with me."

The zipper of the tent opened and a head was poked out from above. It was Shi Zuocai's. Soon after, a trembling head was poked out from below Shi Zuocai, which was viewed by Liu Yan.

Shi Zuo took out the flashlight and shot it into the woods ahead. Several agile figures flashed by in the flashlight. Mr. Demon knocked Liu Yanshi's head with the flashlight:

"Do you still remember how the people in the town described the appearance of the mountain ghost?"

Liu Yan looked at him and said, "The green face and fangs are the size of a child, and his eyes will shine."

He smiled and said, "Then do you understand what's going on now?"

Liu Yan looked bitter and nodded:

"monkey."

The two of them crawled back into the tent, and Mr. Demon said lazily:

"Monkeys are actually nocturnal animals. They are usually not seen in the deep mountains during the day. I was chased by monkeys in the afternoon and passed by a cave by chance. The wilder monkeys are, the more aggressive they are to humans. There are mountain ghosts at night. In fact, the arguments made up by adults are afraid that children will be scratched by monkeys when they go up the mountain to play and fight, so they are just spreading."

"But just listening to this, it still feels scary." Liu Yanshi stuck out his tongue and said again:

"So, He Siming's death actually has nothing to do with Shan Gui... Is he really unable to think about it?"

"If you don't understand the inside story, no matter how much speculation you make, it will be futile, because there is no way to confirm it." Mr. Demon yawned, turned over and put on his sleeping bag, and said casually:

"Didn't he drowned? It's easy to determine whether he committed suicide. Just look for the forensic doctor to see the body. Whether there is water in the lungs and whether there are signs of struggle on his body. These can be seen through medical means... It is not ruled out that he was attacked by monkeys and hid in the river and had an accident. However, neither the people in the town nor He Siming's family should have gone to the forensic doctor to deliberately seek out the forensic doctor. He has been buried."

"Why?" Liu Yan's eyes widened.

Mr. Demon got into his sleeping bag:

"Everyone thinks he died unexpectedly. It doesn't matter whether he died accidentally."

Liu Yanshi was stunned and unreasonably dragged Shi Zuocai out of his sleeping bag:

"You make it clear! What does this mean? Why do you conclude that he must have committed suicide?"

"I finally had three days of free time to move around, so you let me experience the feeling of sleep..." Mr. Demon rubbed his face helplessly, looked at Liu Yanshi with his chin and smiled:

"Do you still remember the dream that He Siming said he had been having?"

"Well, I dreamed that He Siming was creeping out of the river with blood... or something."

Mr. Demon said:

"That means she subconsciously feels that He Siming hates him."

Liu Yanxi nodded. Mr. Demon continued:

"He Siming is dead. Everyone is trying to find a reasonable explanation for his death. The hatred of his mother is the most reasonable explanation. That's all. Although it's hard to understand: Li Lijuan would rather believe that her son committed suicide with hatred than believe that he died by accident. This is the last confession as a mother."

Liu Yanshi remained silent, and he smiled:

"In this matter, He Siming did not do anything wrong, nor did his parents do anything wrong. No one did anything wrong, and there was no way to blame anything..."

"...If you want to blame, you can only blame the starry sky of Moxing Mountain for being so beautiful."

After saying that, Mr. Demon seemed to have thought of something, frowned slightly and suddenly came out of the tent, and looked up at the stars blankly for a while.

Liu Yanxi came out of the tent:

"What's wrong?"

“What day is today?”

"I think about it...it's the 29th."

"No. 29..." Mr. Demon narrowed his eyes slightly, and a pair of peach blossoms showed an intriguing smile:

"Let's ask He Siming the fuck tomorrow. Things may not be as simple as we thought."

"Oh." Liu Yanshi sighed: "When will you sell this at this moment? How do we go into the town tomorrow? What do you want to do? Tell me I will die."

Mr. Demon smiled, turned around and got into the tent, whipped out of his climbing bag for a while, and took out a blue-gray robe.

"I am a Taoist priest."

He took out another one and handed it to Liu Yanshi:

"You are a Taoist nun."

Mr. Demon looked at Liu Yan with a confused look with a smile:
Chapter completed!