Awakening Day Collection

Chapter 53
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Fons stood in the pick-up hall, staring at the exit of the international arrivals. After a while, he realized that there was really nothing to stare at, because he didn't even know what the person to be picked up looked like.He could only stand in a conspicuous position as much as possible, and held up the cardboard in his hand that was disassembled and pasted from a shoe box, on which were written a few large characters in thick black characters like a dog crawling:

"Accept: Ashton Institute of Archeology, USA
Ms. Zhan Ying
Global Symposium on Informatization Archeology and New Anthropology”

Groups of passengers with different skin colors came out from the exit and passed by Fons non-stop, like a river separated by pebbles.The cobblestone standing in the middle of the river stood bored, and couldn't help but yawned a long time. After yawning, he opened his eyes, only to find that there was already a person standing in front of him.This is an East Asian woman in her 40s. Although she is not young, she has an elegant temperament and a dignified demeanor.

"Hi, classmate," she said to Feng Si in fluent Mandarin, "thank you for picking me up."

"Ah... hello," Feng Si was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he quickly put down his left hand from rubbing his eyes, "Are you Professor Zhan? Welcome to Beijing!"

"Sorry, my luggage was taken by mistake just now, so I came out a little late and kept you waiting." Zhan Ying said.

"It's okay, it's okay." Feng Si said quickly, and then reached out to take the suitcase in Zhan Ying's hand.As expected of a native Chinese, she is well-educated and sensible, Feng Si thought, compared to all kinds of fat, swallow, thin, and strange-shaped creatures received in the past few days, this female professor is almost like an angel.

"I haven't been back to China for many years," Zhan Ying sighed, "I don't know what Beijing looks like now."

"There are a lot more high-rise buildings, a lot more cars, a lot more people, and a lot more PM2.5..." Feng Si replied.

A few months ago, the unexpected death of his father made Feng Si involved in a series of strange and incomprehensible events, which also allowed him to see the tip of the iceberg of a dark world hidden behind human civilization.As a "chosen one" who may awaken the ancient demon king, his original ordinary life is doomed to slip into a huge vortex, and he will never be able to return to the past.

Despite this, he still tried his best to maintain a life similar to that of ordinary people.Due to the irreparable rift with his father who was confirmed to have no blood relationship, he insisted not to use his father's inheritance, and relied on online games such as making money to earn tuition and living expenses for himself.

At this time, the summer vacation of the freshman year was coming to an end, and the start of the sophomore year was approaching, but the grade director approached him.It turned out that it was the director's wife, a social activist who knows what a serious job is, who hosted an international archaeological seminar in Beijing.Since it is an international conference, foreign devils from all over the world are here, so the reception task is naturally very heavy.The wife is very smart, and she thought of using the college students under her husband very early on--the basic quality is not bad, they understand English, they have plenty of physical strength, their eyes shine when they talk about social practice, and their enthusiasm is high, and the price is damn cheap.

So the grade director selected a group of students who he thought spoke English well, and Feng Si was among them.Unlike other excited students, this young but experienced guy originally looked down on the daily salary of 100 yuan, and was unwilling to smile at a group of strangers from three mountains and five mountains, but rationally weighed, It's not a wise choice to offend the grade director—besides, the grade director is really nice and has helped him a lot, so he finally agreed.

After a few days of busy work in the conference affairs group, from setting up the venue to stamping meal coupons to picking up people at the airport, Fence did all kinds of chores, and quickly figured out the essence of the conference. The "Global Informatization Archeology and New Anthropology Conference" sounds loud, but in essence it is a pheasant conference that gathers various counterfeit experts.The so-called "new anthropology" means a theory that is not recognized by serious anthropologists; and the so-called "informatization archaeology", to put it bluntly, is to use all kinds of bizarre anecdotes on the Internet to piece together an attempt to "archaeological ", its rigor can be imagined.

Given the theme of the conference, the people who came to the conference were naturally not serious archaeologists or anthropologists, but—to use a very fashionable term in our country—groups of "civilians".These people have neither a solid academic background nor a serious academic attitude. Most of them are graduates of the University of the Western Pacific. into the ranks of performance artists.And such a wonderful conference has already been held for the fourth time, and the scale is getting bigger and bigger.

"It can be seen how full the people of the world are and have nothing to do," Feng Si said to his friends. "If this group of people is airdropped to Anding Hospital, the doctors will go crazy."

There was a lot of passenger traffic at the Capital Airport that day, and the two of them waited in line for nearly an hour before getting into a taxi, and then got stuck on the road in Beijing, but Zhan Ying didn't complain at all, and kept chatting and laughing with Feng Si. It was also in stark contrast to the several foreign guests he had received before, "It's outrageous that you don't send a special car to pick me up with such a big man, and I have to take a taxi by myself".

He couldn't help but feel a little curious about this kind, easy-going and elegant woman. Sitting in a taxi with nothing to do, he simply took out his mobile phone and searched.This search shocked him a lot: the Ashton Institute of Archeology turned out to be a well-known professional archaeological institution in the United States, and has a great academic influence worldwide, and Zhan Ying is not yet 50 years old, already a A well-known expert in the field of Central and North American archaeology, there are her entries on Wikipedia.

This turned out to be a genuine and authentic archaeologist!Feng Si was dumbfounded for a moment.With her level, she can naturally see through the clumsy nature of this knockoff conference at a glance, but why did she accept their invitation to come to this lively event that is not much more serious than the aunt's square dance?
"Professor Zhan, is this... your first time to attend this meeting?" He couldn't help but want to ask around.

He saw in the rearview mirror that Zhan Ying, who was sitting in the back of the taxi, smiled silently.She quickly said, "What's the matter? Did you just check my information and found that I don't look like someone who came to this kind of event?"

What a sharp mind!Feng Si was slightly startled.He scratched his scalp in embarrassment: "That's right... yes, I'm just wondering, that feeling is like a rose emerging from a bunch of morning glory."

"Thank you for this interesting analogy," Zhan Ying said, "Actually, I know the nature of this conference, but I've been very tired recently, and I'm looking for an opportunity to take a vacation. I have done a lot of things, why not do it?"

This doesn't make sense, Feng Si thought to himself.Zhan Ying didn't look like someone who was willing to be greedy for such a small gain, not to mention that such a serious expert mixed with many top students from the Western Pacific, it would be a bad reputation.For people in the scientific community, their reputation is like wings, and they should be valued very much.

Zhan Ying must have something urgent to come to China, and she didn't want to delay for a moment, so she used the shortcut of the Archeology Conference regardless of the cost, Feng Si guessed.But this matter had nothing to do with him originally, it was just a casual question, Zhan Ying didn't want to say it clearly, so he didn't ask too much, and said a few jokes about Beijing traffic to change the topic.

The venue is located in the hotel where the guests are staying, which saves a trip.After Feng Si sent Zhan Ying to him, he was directed by the director's wife to go about his business. When he returned to school, it was already dark.He walked a few steps in the direction of the student dormitory, thought for a while, then suddenly changed direction and walked towards the staff dormitory.

"Life without Cengfan is not perfect." He muttered as he walked.

The buffet in the hotel was not bad, but these days he has long been used to eating at his friend Ning Zhangwen's house every night, because the dishes made by Guan Xueying, who lives there, are really delicious.This dumb little girl rescued by him from the mountains seems to be born with the genes of a chef, and her cooking skills are improving by leaps and bounds.After eating Guan Xueying's food, Feng Si only felt that every food in the school cafeteria was disgusting.

"It's like after watching Mr. Cang's performance, those shoddy Hong Kong third-level movies in the 90s and [-]s can no longer be seen." Feng Si brazenly explained to Ning Zhangwen.

"Who is Teacher Cang?" Ning Zhangwen looked blank.

Although Guan Xueying is versatile in cooking, especially good at making unremarkable vegetables exquisite and delicious, but as a vulgar carnivore, all Feng Si misses is meat.As he walked into the door of Wen's house in Ningzhang, he guessed in his heart the main dish tonight: Xinjiang big plate chicken?Sweet and sour pork ribs?Lamb chops with pilaf?Japanese fried chicken rice?Fried prawns?Sichuan style boiled fish?Korean BBQ?

Thinking of the bright color of the barbecue, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but at this moment, he found a dark figure squatting at the corner of the stairs outside Ning Zhangwen's house.The electric light on this floor happened to be broken, and he couldn't see clearly, so he took two steps forward and walked up to the black shadow.Hearing the sound of footsteps, the shadow raised his head, and the light coming in from the corridor window just illuminated his face.Feng Si was also considered a bold person, seeing this face at this moment, he couldn't help but let out a short exclamation.

It was an old and dull face, with lifeless eyes, several long scars on the cheeks, a strangely distorted nose, as if it had been hit hard by something, and a large part of the upper lip was missing. A piece of flesh, revealing blood-red gums and scorched yellow crooked teeth.Seeing it suddenly in the dark is indeed scary enough.

And the strangest thing was the complexion of the face.When people describe a person's pale face, they often use the words "pale as paper", but the face in front of them really seems to be whiter than a piece of white paper.Such a face was almost like a zombie, no wonder Feng Si couldn't help screaming even with his courage.

Fortunately, he quickly restrained himself, and suppressed the instinctive reaction to punch this face.He stepped back and asked, "Who are you?"

But the other party seemed to be more scared than him, and he didn't dare to say a word, and squatted down again with his head in his arms.Feng Si frowned, unable to make up his mind what to do, when the door next to him opened, and Ning Zhangwen poked his head out from inside, no doubt he heard his scream.

"What's wrong?" Ning Zhangwen asked.

Feng Si pointed to the strange man squatting on the ground.Ning Zhangwen was slightly startled, walked up to him, and asked softly, "Uncle Chen, is that you?"

"I'm sorry..." The strange man raised his head slightly, but still didn't dare to show his face completely, "I came to you for help because I had no choice."

"Come in and talk first," Ning Zhangwen gently helped him up, "Come back next time, just knock on the door."

"This is my old neighbor, Uncle Chen." He turned to Feng Si again.

"Ah, I see..." Feng Si didn't know what to say for a moment.He thought for a while: "You have guests, I'll come back tomorrow."

"Alright, Uncle Chen is afraid of meeting strangers," Ning Zhangwen nodded, "but wait for me for 2 minutes first."

He helped Uncle Chen into the house.A few minutes later, Guan Xueying came out carrying a plastic bag. Inside the bag were two lunch boxes, which smelled like roasted sea cucumbers with scallions.Feng Si let out a long sigh: "It seems that my glorious image as a professional cricketer has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people...By the way, you don't seem to be afraid?"

He pointed to the room, Guan Xueying understood, took out a pen and paper and wrote a few words: "Don't be afraid, it's white electricity (purpura). There are leprosy patients in the village, who are uglier than him."

"It seems that I made a fuss," Feng Si shook his head, "I'd better hide in the dormitory for supper."

Feng Si went downstairs carrying the plastic bag, guessing Uncle Chen's identity all the way.It seems that Ning Zhangwen's attitude towards him is one of respect and pity, and although he wants something from Ning Zhangwen, he also has some fear. Perhaps this fear is out of guilt?Although this man's vitiligo is an unstoppable chronic disease, the scars on his nose and lips cannot be explained by natural diseases.

He made various assumptions with great interest, and couldn't help laughing after a while.My own affairs are still a mess, so I don't have time to take care of other people's trivial matters.His father's family history, his mother's secrets, the attached brain in his mind that has not functioned so far, and the crowd staring at him, everything is enough to give him a headache.

He tapped his head and ordered himself to stop thinking about it.When passing through the school's famous "wild boar forest", he suddenly found that someone seemed to be following him behind him.

Feng Si continued to walk forward calmly, turned around inadvertently several times, but did not see anyone, but the feeling of being followed was still lingering.For him, it is too difficult to determine who the stalker is. In Lu Hanyi's words: "Families all over the world are looking for you."

Among these families, not everyone wanted to use Feng Si to awaken the Demon King, and there were probably quite a few people who wanted to take his life directly.But in the face of these people, he has no ability to resist at all, because although he bears the name of the chosen one, his brain has never shown any function.

He simply didn't bother to take care of it—it was useless to take care of it anyway—and hurried back to the dormitory.After entering the door, he suddenly found something slightly strange in the dormitory: several roommates were all lying on the bed and fell asleep, and they didn't even respond to him yelling "Idiots, delicious food is here".

These grandchildren usually play online games, watch online videos, or study Teacher Cang's works, and they won't sleep until midnight. How can they sleep like dead dogs together now?Not to mention that these beasts are highly sensitive to all food that can be eaten, and they can dance to the smell of meat from several kilometers away.

Feng Si realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly wanted to turn around and leave the dormitory, but as soon as he turned his head, he froze.

The door has been closed without a sound, and standing in front of him is a person who is a hundred times more terrifying than the disfigured man with vitiligo: a two-headed man.His two heads were one big and one small, the small one was almost shriveled and motionless; the big one was ugly and scarred, squeezed by the other head as if his neck was crooked, although the face With a smile, it's scarier than not smiling.

"So it's you," Feng Si let out a long breath, "The members of your four major families really linger..."

two

With a dejected expression on his face, Li Ji sat in front of a long, greasy table. There were already three empty beer bottles on the table, and a few drops of grease were dripping from the chest of the undershirt he was wearing.This snack bar specializes in offering evening meals imitating Chengdu cold cups on summer nights, attracting many students and migrant workers to come here every night, eating edamame and peanuts, gnawing duck neck stewed chicken feet spicy crayfish, served with ice cold Beer, a group of people chatted and laughed while drinking, and spent a sweltering night noisyly.Li Ji was in the middle of it, and although he was drinking alone, he didn't attract too many people's attention, and no one recognized him. Just a few months ago, he was the vice principal of this school.Of course, the person in charge of infrastructure only needs to deal with a specific group of people, unlike the headmaster in charge of administration who shows up all the time, and no one knows that it is normal.What's more, Li Ji has always been very low-key, and many people in the school only know his name but don't know his appearance.

Li Ji is the vice principal who invited Feng Si's father, Feng Qizhou, to see the Feng Shui of the gymnasium.After Feng Qizhou's death, the police investigated the social relationship of the deceased, and the fact that Li Ji asked a Taoist priest to come to see Fengshui was exposed.Speaking of it, all kinds of feudal and superstitious activities are rampant these days, but at the level of colleges and universities, they generally have to operate underground. Now that they have accidentally seen the light, it is not good for the face of this famous science and engineering school.

(End of this chapter)