The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 318 There’s a ghost! ——Shen Le, I’m here to protect you!!!

What are the essential elements of a horror film?
hair.

No matter if it is just a strand of hair or a large clump of hair;

Whether it is a light thread, floating thinly, entwined around your fingers, or a thousand threads, entwined around your ankles;
Whether it was floating up from the bottom of the lake, from the bathtub, from the sink, or dragged on the ground, "crunching" across the ground, with blood seeping from my hair all over the ground...

It can make people shudder, a chill creeping up their spine, and make them want to run away immediately.

And when your hair gushes out in large quantities, fluttering wildly and filling your field of vision, generally speaking, it is too late for you to run away...

What Shen Le saw now were large clumps of shiny black hair. Once the shrine was opened, the entire field of vision was filled with black hair.

Moreover, once it saw the light, these huge strands of hair quickly raised their heads like a python...

"Help!!!"

Shen Le jumped back reflexively and almost bumped into the cabinet containing the dressing box.

There was a scream behind him. He didn't know if Lan Zhuang was afraid of being knocked to the ground, or if she was just as frightened as him...

Shen Le didn't have time to figure it out, and before he could stand still, he immediately jumped to the side, taking two steps at a time, and ran towards the door. There was a great uproar in the studio:
【ghost! ghost! 】

【There is a ghost! 】

【Hair ghost! 】

[Stop! Don't hurt Shen Le! ]

[Shen Le, don’t be afraid! I’m here to protect you!!!]

Shen Le slowly stopped. Above his head, silver light fell rapidly, and a silver net was spread out, blocking the shrine, not allowing his hair to leave the shrine;
In the glass cabinet, Hong Jiayi drew her two swords out of their sheaths. There was a clanging sound, and the sword light shot out three feet away from the glass cabinet.

Of course, with a crack, the constant temperature and humidity, bulletproof and explosion-proof glass cabinet also cracked into two large cracks;

The small ink fountain buzzed twice, and the long ink line dragged the main body over. The ink line was about to bounce onto the shrine, but unfortunately it was blocked by the electric net.

Lan Zhuang sent out two talismans that circled above her head;
The compass emitted a strange light, covering the shrine;

The scroll did a sit-up, projecting a large picture, and specially circled the location of the Buddha statue and the niche...

Even Shen Le's phone rang. Shen Le picked it up in a hurry, and heard Gu Yulin ask anxiously:
"Mr. Shen, are you in danger here? We received a message from the doll cabinet that something unusual has happened here..."

"Ah...it's okay."

Shen Le slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and looking at the little guys in the studio who were on edge and ready to face a powerful enemy, he felt warmer than ever before.

I'm fine, I was just startled. Besides, the little guys are protecting me!
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I was just unpacking the boxes and saw something unexpected." He repeatedly explained and assured Gu Yulin, comforted him and hung up the phone.

Then, raise your hands high and clap this and that:
"Alright, alright, I'm fine, really fine. Huajuan, lie still and don't move. You are very fragile.
Red Wedding Dress, Blue Makeup, Luo Pan, take back all your strength, don't worry about me;

Zheng Mo, please step back, your ink line is about to be burned by the green lamp!"

After much persuasion, the little ones were finally appeased - and by the way, a new cabinet was ordered for the red wedding dress.

Yes, the cabinet we are using now was officially provided to us when we went to the Maelstrom, so it has such strong explosion-proof, bullet-proof and impact-resistant functions.

If Shen Le went to match it himself, even if he could afford it, he didn't have the channels to do so, and he would have to trouble the special affairs department...

After comforting the little ones, of course, the doll cabinet also had to be treated equally. The little dolls needed kisses and hugs before they could get up. Shen Le then returned to the studio and stood behind the shrine.

The hair in the shrine seemed to be frightened as well, curling up obediently in the cabinet, motionless. Even if Shen Le lit up the talisman to look at it, he could only see a dark shadow.

"Don't move! Just be good and don't move!"

Shen Le pointed at it and warned seriously:
"If you move again, I'll let Qingdeng burn you! Qingdeng's electric grid will burn you to a crisp! Just lie still, it will be better for everyone!"

The hair was curled up and motionless. Shen Le seemed to hear a very small, whimpering sound, like a group of women sobbing silently.

He waited for three minutes, five minutes, and ten minutes, and only when he was sure that the hair would not cause any more trouble did he feel relieved and slowly removed the second back panel of the shrine.

A radiance came into view, and for the hundredth, thousandth, ten thousandth time he regretted not having put the shrine in a large protective device before dismantling it.

For example, a glove box filled with nitrogen...

These gases can effectively protect the sealed parts inside the cultural relics. After opening, they will not come into contact with the air and will not oxidize quickly.

Although this Buddhist shrine can never be completely airtight and airtight, the oxidation speed is completely different when oxygen is passed through at a large flow rate and at a small flow rate!

But now, it was too late to regret. Shen Le could only pray that the things inside were not too oxidized, or were not easy to oxidize. At least, it had to be something he could save...

Well, there should be hope, right?

After all, when the X-ray film was taken, the image displayed contained a lot of metal objects...

Shen Le prayed and looked inside. Lan Zhuang lit a talisman in time, which flew in and illuminated the golden and silver threads inside, shining brightly, with brocade, zhuanghua, kesi, and brocade embroidery.

Shen Le closed his eyes in pain:
Organic matter, more organic matter, lots of it. It had been soaked in water, soaked in mud, and stored for hundreds of years in a place that might be a demon's lair. Its preservation condition was unknown...

I can only hope that I can be rescued...

He sighed and opened a row of safes, took out a tray, and moved the fabrics one by one. His hair was a little agitated again, and Shen Le patiently explained to them:
"I won't touch you. Listen, I won't touch you. I'll just put them aside temporarily, in a place that's more suitable for safekeeping, to avoid the dirty places you've stained, which will cause further damage.

You see, the safekeeping cabinet is right next to you. If it is not necessary, you don’t have to move out of this room. Is that reassuring?"

The hair fell down peacefully. Shen Le sighed deeply:
So things like hair are really scary.

In the temples of the day, it is said that there are huge ropes made of believers' hair, hanging from the beams like pythons, and hanging all over the walls like giant pythons...

Are you really not afraid of having nightmares if you worship such hair?
Wearing gloves, he tried to ignore the feeling of the hair tangled in his hands and took out bunches of hair and placed them on the tray.

Only when you move outside under the fluorescent lights can you see that the longest hair reaches the ground, while the shortest is probably waist-length. Some have thick, black hair and are extremely shiny, while others are fine, soft, and dry.

The most shocking thing is that all the braids, curls and hair bundles are mixed with more or less silver threads, some are just a few dots, and some are even half the length.

Obviously, their owners are more than one person, most likely more than one woman...

After all the hair has been moved, it is placed in a cabinet, the door is closed, locked, and protective gas is injected.

Shen Le turned his attention to the fabrics again, taking them out one by one, and sighed endlessly again:
All the clothes were women's clothes. They were all bright and beautiful, and each one was worth a fortune.

Pretty skirts, dignified wide-sleeved shirts, gorgeous dance costumes, and tight-fitting arrow-sleeved riding suits.

Judging from the style of the clothes, it should be made in the Ming Dynasty. Judging from the texture, such beautiful brocade could only be made in the late Ming Dynasty.

However, they were all casual clothes, not a single one was a wedding dress, and not a single one was a dignified and formal dress.

Perhaps, these clothes are the most precious and brightest memories of these women’s girlhood?

He checked them one by one. The checking went very smoothly. The person who sorted these clothes, kept them, and put them in the shrine cherished the clothes very much and put them away very carefully:

Each set of clothes occupies a special wooden grid, with the top and the skirt in a set. Under each set of clothes, there is a pair of embroidered shoes.

The pointed, small, and not even able to be held in one hand, embroidered shoes that only women with bound feet could wear were placed upright underneath.

There are also several sets of clothes, which are complete sets of light and soft baby clothes.

It has been so long that it is impossible to tell who the owners of these baby clothes are based on their texture and aging.

Are these clothes that the women once wore, or clothes that they left behind for their children, or clothes that they left behind for their children who were never meant to be together, clothes that they never wore...

"Ugh……"

Shen Le handled the clothes one by one, unfolding them, observing them, folding them, and putting them into the safe, and finally let out a long sigh.

What kind of mood made these women lock the clothes and long hair they once cherished into the Buddhist shrine?

Did they become nuns voluntarily or were they forced to do so?
What were their previous experiences like?
The clothes were moved out one by one, and the back of the shrine was already mostly empty.

Shen Le was surprised to find that there were no jewelry in this shrine, or at least no particularly valuable jewelry:

There was no phoenix crown, no gold hairpins, no gold hairpins, no pearls, gems or jade. There was no jewelry that could represent her status, not even any jewelry made of gold.

The most valuable items were a few silver hairpins, silver plaques, and silver bracelets, which had all turned grey and black over the years, with almost no visible patterns.
At the same time, there was a flute, a Xiao, a set of embroidery needles, a set of four treasures of the study, and even a pair of long and short swords put together, with silk ribbons on the hilts.

There are no scriptures, no Buddha statues, no embroidered Buddhas, and no vessels for offering to Buddha.

This shrine seems to contain the first half of these women’s lives, their past, all their loves, hates, sorrows and joys.

The three thousand black hairs fell, the shrine closed, and from then on, they no longer existed in the world...

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