The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 502: Shen Le! I will help you catch the bad guys, and give me some benefits!
fragrant……

You still want to eat me...

Shen Le hugged the pen holder and ran away. Behind him, like darts, large leaves flew over and outlined the human body around him:

[Shen Le, run slower! ]

【What smells so good on you! 】

【Don't go, everyone who sees it will get a share! 】

What do you mean by "everyone who sees it gets a share"? You haven't even seen it, but you think you can get a share just because there's a wall between us? Shen Le ran wildly, clinging to the wall, looking at the leaves beside him with a squint:
"Alu, take it easy! Watch out for the bald head!"

So many leaves have flown out. If they fly again, all the leaves will fall off!

[It's okay! I can take it back!] Ah Lu shouted. Sure enough, the breeze around him swirled, and the leaves that flew over floated up and swayed and blew towards the next door.

It turns out that it can grow back onto trees!
No wonder you didn’t feel any pity when you used leaves to dart at me!
Shen Le ran back and put the pen holder on the workbench. In an instant, the little guys all gathered around him with a clamor:

【What is it? 】

[Shen Le, what good stuff did you bring back? ]

[It smells so good! ]

[Give me some! I want to try it too! ]

The most reserved little ink fountain only flew out a line of ink, which made a circle around him; the most anxious women in silk skirts, thousands of strands of black hair flowed out from the shrine, and had already covered half of the table.

The tip of the hair was raised, and it quickly stroked the surface of the pen holder. A strand of hair was lightly touched, and then quickly retracted and replaced with another strand. The formation was strict, and they would not stay any longer...

What's in this pen holder?
Shen Le was stunned. He held the pen holder and looked inside. He shook it again, but it was empty. Even the clay figurines were invisible.
After thinking about it again, he suddenly realized what was going on. He took out a few empty medicine bottles and jars that the proprietress had given him to store medicine, opened all the jade bottles and jars, and lined them up on the table:
"Come on, spit some out into these bottles and jars! Don't be stingy, you can't eat so much by yourself, everyone can share, I'll take you in to eat next time!"

The pen holder swung back and forth in his hand, and even with the mouth of the pen facing downward, it made no sound. Shen Le held it and shook it a few times, and tapped it a few times, but nothing came out, so he had to give up.

He put the pen holder back on the table. A flash of light appeared before his eyes, and two clay figurines the size of fingers jumped out of the pen holder, clacking and running towards the nearest jade bottle:
One held the mouth of the bottle, the other held the bottom of the bottle, and they acted like Russian aunts holding logs, carrying the bottles and walking back unsteadily.

Walk to the side of the pen holder and try to climb up carrying the jade bottle. Climb once, fall once, climb again, fall again...

Shen Le was so annoyed that he could only snatch the jade bottle from their hands, tie a silk thread to it, and slowly put it into the pen holder. There was silence in the pen holder for a long while, and then the silk thread shook a few times:

Pulling up the silk thread, the jade bottle was revealed to be filled with a clear and transparent liquid, which was constantly emitting steam and had a fragrant smell.

"Ah - it turns out to be the spiritual liquid in the secret realm!"

Shen Le suddenly realized what was going on. He quickly put the corks back in, and then one by one, he lowered all the jade bottles and jars in and pulled them out.

The pen holder poured the spiritual liquid in diligently until the last jade jar was only half full before releasing it.

After releasing it, two clay figurines were also released, holding a dowry jar and pretending to tip it out, turning it upside down, and then shaking it vigorously twice.

The meaning is obvious, "No more, not even a drop left..."

"Thank you for your hard work." Shen Le touched it encouragingly, collected the jade bottles one by one, and found a large jade box to store them.

After thinking for a while, he took out a large and deep basin, picked up the smallest jade bottle, and poured a drop of spiritual liquid into it:
"Who comes first?"

【I! 】

【I! 】

【Me first! 】

[It’s obviously my first one! ]

【I am the first one to arrive at this house! 】

【I earn the most money for my family! 】

【I’m the best fighter! 】

The little guys were like a boiling pot, rushing towards Shen Le, pushing and shoving each other, and shouting non-stop. Shen Le held his forehead with one hand and had to sigh:
"Okay, stop arguing. Everyone has a share, no one will have more, no one will have less, come in order. Xiaoling, you go first!"

The little Pinocchio jumped in happily, immediately let out a comfortable sigh, stretched out his limbs, and lay down at the bottom of the basin.

The wood used for the entire structure began to change visibly, becoming more and more like jade.

The silk threads, wooden boards, and even clothes and wigs that pulled the limbs all looked much shinier. Shen Le stretched out his hand and flicked the silk thread, which made a clear "clang" sound:
"Wow, if this thread were used to make guqin strings, many guqin masters would be eager to buy it!"

He divided the spiritual liquid equally among all the little ones one by one, and seeing that there was only the bottom of the jade bottle left, he simply took it to A-lu and stuffed it under the roots of the tree.

Sure enough, A Lu rustled the branches, and the whole tree became more radiant. It lowered two branches, forming a heart shape in front of Shen Le, swaying back and forth:

[Thank you! Thank you! This drop of jade liquid has helped me a lot! Don't worry, even if you go out for a year or two, I will take good care of this house for you, and I guarantee that no thief can get in!

Forget about the house. With this drop of jade liquid, I will be able to survive another thunder tribulation in no time. By then, I will be able to watch over the entire town! 】

Ah... Thank you so much... To be honest, I am not afraid of thieves breaking into my big house, as long as these thieves can withstand the lightning of the small oil lamp...

However, it was still good to survive a thunder tribulation. At least, this meant that the little oil lamp could absorb the power of the thunder tribulation again.

It has complained many times that it can only eat electricity generated by human technology recently. The kind of lightning tribulation that is extremely delicious and especially suitable for it to increase its strength, it has not eaten it for a long time...

Shen Le smiled and thanked him, then took the pen holder and went to Tianxianglou. The proprietress looked at a row of clay figurines jumping out of the pen holder, and they grew taller when they landed on the ground. She was not very surprised, and it was obvious that she had seen the world;
However, watching these clay figurines open various bottles, boxes, and crates, pouring out fish, shells, spiritual fruits, herbs, and medicines, still made me so surprised that I couldn't close my mouth:
"This...this is..."

The secret place you visited last time?
When it first came out, it was sent outside the secret realm by the whale, and it vomited a lot of food, mainly seafood, and the quantity was quite large;

The second time was when I was teleported there accidentally. I didn't have much equipment with me, so I only brought a little with me.
And this time, the amount brought out was too much!
Large quantity and high quality!

With so many spiritual fish, spiritual shells, spiritual fruits, spiritual herbs and spiritual medicines, if even a few leftovers or defective products were given to her, she and the flower fairies under her would live several times better!
"I can't clean up these things, and I can't store them either. You can sort them and take care of them." Shen Le was careless and threw the right of control to her:

"Oh, right, it would be best if you could pick some mild, harmless ones and send them to school to nourish my teachers. By the way, can you also notify the Special Affairs Bureau to pick a batch and buy them?"

There was such a big incident in Japan before, and it was really troublesome for them to clean up the aftermath.

The guy from the Special Affairs Bureau who had been accompanying him all the time, and the guy who pretended to be him when he went through customs, also had to pack some to show their appreciation...

He nags and gives a lot of instructions, and then gives out a small jade bottle, which is considered a gift for everyone, and also a thank you gift for Tianxianglou's catering for him for so long. The proprietress is very surprised and agrees immediately:
"Don't worry! I will definitely take care of it for you!"

Shen Le threw out a large amount of food that he couldn't handle and was too lazy to sort and process one by one, and returned to the mansion with nothing to do, as if it had nothing to do with him.

People who cook regularly know that it takes five minutes to cook, but the preparation of the vegetables, including buying, washing, cutting and preparing them, can take up to two hours.

If he were to handle so many things one by one by himself, he would really die, not to mention that there was no storage capacity for spiritual fruits and spiritual food in his mansion.

Throw it to the boss lady, and eat it whenever you want, or ask them to deliver it to you, without processing or washing dishes, it is so happy...

He sat down at the workbench humming a song, grabbed the pen holder, stared at the wall of the pen holder, and sketched, constantly copying the wood carvings on it, constantly thinking about the composition.

The energy pathways in this pen holder have basically been repaired, but it has not yet shown any magical powers, nor has it "come alive" as a whole, with an intelligent spirit that can communicate with him.

Shen Le guessed that it was probably just the carvings on the surface that hadn't been repaired. Come on, we just need this last bit!

A journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step. This does not mean that the last step will be easy. Shen Le turned the pen holder back and forth, drew twenty or thirty drafts, and then discarded twenty or thirty drafts, and then roughly determined the restoration plan;

Then, based on the 3D scanned image of the pen holder, according to the previously determined scanning plan, make some modifications to make a 3D version of the pen holder model;

Finally, throw it to the 3D printer and print one out!
"Hmm, I feel like the lines here aren't quite smooth enough..."

"The bat's shape is a little unnatural, and needs to be modified..."

"The pomegranate leaves are not flexible enough..."

"Zhong Kui's smiling face... the face is the most difficult. If the face is even slightly off, it will look distorted and completely uncomfortable!"

Fortunately, the 3D printer Shen Le used can use both hard and soft materials. When Shen Le printed, the material he used was relatively soft, which was convenient for knife carving.

He carved a few times, turned his head to look at the pen holder, carved a few more times, and turned his head to look at the draft. Back and forth, after seven or eight rounds, he finally put down the carving knife and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Is that... OK? Is that okay? Hey, you're a little smart now, so give me a word?"

The pen holder was silent, without any response. Shen Le failed in his attempt to be lazy, so he had to rescan the 3D printout of the finished draft and print another one. He pushed it to the side of the pen holder and compared the two:

"There are still some lines that are not right, they need to be revised..." In other words, he has money and it is his own money that he spends, so he can spend it however he likes.

If my former classmates or current restorers in museums wanted to tinker with 3D printing, they would probably be scolded by their bosses:
"You are so lazy! Do you know how much it costs to make one? Can't you use clay? Or plaster? You have to scan and print it. Did the project funds come from the wind?"

But Shen Le can do whatever he wants. The pen holder is not finished yet, but in his studio, there are already five unfinished 3D printed versions lined up for him to compare.

The scroll was unrolled and hung next to the pen holder. The blue makeup and colorful lights fluctuated, casting ever-changing light and shadows. The girls in silk skirts gathered in a circle and chattered beside them:
[The pleats of Zhong Kui's sleeves should be a little softer.]

[The tongue of the little ghost under Zhong Kui's feet should be longer... I always feel that this chop should cut off its tongue...]

[The flower that Sister Zhong Kui is wearing on her head should have five petals... Although the one next to it has four petals, this one is the main flower...]

As they talked, they began to grind ink with their inkstones, and began to draw on paper. Huajuan and the others gathered together to discuss, and Lanzhuang unfolded the two-dimensional figures into three-dimensional light and shadow:

[I think it should be like this…]

【so……】

【I think……】

Obviously, whether it was the scroll or the skirt, the painting level was a level higher than Shen Le's. In the end, Shen Le didn't have much say and was sent to the side, leaving them to chatter.

Not long after, Shen Le was surprised to find that during the time when he was running around and working hard, the girls actually learned how to use computers and operate drawing software.

They modified, outlined, and drew a perfect picture of Zhong Kui marrying his sister directly on the 3D drawing, connected it to the 3D printer, and then sent him to get the printout!
"Have I become a tool for running errands?"

Shen Le muttered quietly, but he still had to run to the next door to get something back. He walked out of the mansion, onto the street, and to the next-door studio. From a distance, he could feel a ray of eyes on him:
"Who?"

Shen Le turned around abruptly. There was nothing around him. Across the street, two pedestrians looked at him in surprise, probably thinking he was a mental patient or had PTSD.

Shen Le looked around carefully, even checking every window of the house across the street, but still found nothing. He could only shake his head and walk into the studio:
"Ah, his perception is really too sensitive." Across from the mansion, behind a curtained room, the black-haired woman put down the telescope in her hand and patted her chest:
"Luckily I sensed something was wrong and immediately hid behind the curtains, not facing him face to face. Otherwise, I would have been caught by him, right?"

"It seems that direct observation is not an option." The brown-haired man did not even raise his head as he continued to fiddle with the parts on the table. A lens with a black box gradually took shape in his hands.

“In the future, we must be more covert when observing him, such as hanging a camera across the street or something. Long-term observation of unspecified targets should not arouse his vigilance.

Alas, it's a pity that his house is inaccessible to ordinary people, birds and animals, and even electronic equipment will malfunction when it reaches the wall of the house!"

"The mysterious power of the ancient Eastern country is too troublesome... This gentleman is too much of a homebody. We have been monitoring him for almost half a month, and he has only gone out twice!"

Ever since all the electronic equipment of the team of operators was burned near Guanyin Temple, the authorities knew that they had encountered another master.

The fire at Guanyin Temple afterwards made them secretly frightened:
Such a fierce lightning can burn the electronic equipment of a few people, and it can also burn the electronic equipment of an airport or a military port. Let alone, the electronic equipment of an airport suddenly fails.

It is not impossible for dozens of planes to crash and thousands of people to die!

For this kind of master, we must have a thorough understanding of his situation and be highly vigilant about his whereabouts!
Fortunately, in the past two years, the Eastern giant has relaxed its restrictions on the entry of foreigners, and many countries have enjoyed visa-free entry and visa-free treatment within a few days at the border.

They were sent here to conduct an on-site investigation of Shen Le's situation: the address was not difficult to find, as it needed to be filled in during the application process for the Japanese entry visa, and Japan's information was almost fully open to them.

However, it would be too difficult to break into Shen Le’s residence!
Whenever they walked around the mansion or got a little closer, they felt terrified, as if they would be swallowed up if they took one step inside and would never be able to get out!

I couldn't get in, so I had to watch from afar. Strangely enough, I couldn't see what was going on inside the mansion even when I looked through a telescope.

The roofs were stacked one after another, and all the open space was blocked by a towering tree. The detection equipment with long-distance sensing function could not sense anything except a cloud of fog...

They tried every possible means, including telescopes, infrared detectors, psychic detectors, and micro drones, but none of them could break into the mansion.

In an attempt to exorcise the power of the devil, the black cloud he summoned began to hum and tremble when it was still fifty meters away from the mansion, not daring to move forward at all;
I wanted to call upon the Lord’s gaze, but the Lord could only see someone moving faintly under the branches and leaves, and nothing else. Who lives here?
The defense is too tight!
In order to create a chance encounter, the owner can stay at home and not show up at all. He can rely on the restaurant to deliver meals to his door and rely on the courier to throw the parcels into the delivery port.

Even if he stared more closely with the telescope, he would be able to react instantly...

"Or, let's go back?" The black-haired woman was a little hesitant:
"Our entry permit will expire tomorrow... The investigation and surveillance work here can only be handed over to other colleagues..."

"Wait a minute...wait until I install the monitoring equipment..."

The brown-haired man's hands flew as he made fifteen cameras in one go. At night, he installed them around the mansion in places where they could see the owner coming in and out but were not easily discovered.

After pretending, he turned around and walked away. As soon as he crossed the road, his feet were tied up by something and he couldn't take another step:
"Varied--"

He looked down. The floor tiles bulged, the ground cracked, and a tree root as thick as his wrist emerged from the ground and wrapped around his ankle.

Not satisfied with this, it continued to snake upwards, binding his feet, knees, and waist, and then wrapped around his arms:
"What are you! A devil? Let me go! Let me go!!!"

The brown-haired man was terrified. He was not a combatant!

Not those who are known for their fighting ability!

He was just a spy, a technician. His daily combat capability was no different from that of an ordinary person. If he was caught by the devil, he would die anyway.

He didn't even have a weapon! This Eastern country had a total ban on guns, and the customs inspection was very strict. He couldn't even bring a psychic weapon.

The only thing he could use for self-defense was the cross on his neck. In the hope of a cure, the man tore off the cross and desperately poked it against the tree root.

The cross did not disappoint his expectations. It emitted a white light and burned a small hole in the tree root.

However, this amount of damage is far from enough to burn the tree roots, and at most it only takes away 0.1% of the health.

Moreover, after the tree roots were burned, they became even more violent. Not only did they strangle him fiercely, but another root also drilled out from the ground and poked directly into his back door!

"Let me go! --Help! Help!!!"

The man yelled at the top of his lungs. However, it was late at night and there were no pedestrians in the town. Even if he heard him shouting for help, no one came to help.

Not to mention, the windows around were tightly shut, and no one was willing to open a window to take a look. Looking up, it seemed as if a cloud of mist had risen around, not only blocking the sight, but also blocking the sound.

With a sizzling sound, the sound of cloth tearing apart made him shiver. He was about to be strung up in the sky like a candied haws by the tree roots from the back door and out the front door...

"Sir A-Lu, thank you for calling the police. Please let us take over."

A soft sound suddenly sounded. The tree roots suddenly stopped, turned, and jumped up, tying the man up like a sausage.

Then he loosened his grip a little bit, stretched out the man's arms, and made it easier for the person to handcuff and shackle him, lift him up and put him in the car...

The tree roots suddenly grabbed him again. A dozen roots stretched out and rubbed in front of his eyes, in front of his nostrils, and beside his ears. The thickest root almost penetrated his mouth.

A clear, lively voice spread in his heart:

[If he doesn't tell the truth, just give him to me! I'm just short of fertilizer! Give him to me, I can squeeze him out completely! ]

do not!

I can say everything, can't I?!

"Name?"

"age?"

"What are you doing on the street so late at night?"

“Did you install these things?”

There were cameras in front of him. The man was sweating profusely, and he didn't want to hide a single word. He spoke out:

He would rather tell the truth and be sentenced for espionage and thrown into jail than fall into the hands of that devil!

It feels so terrible to have tree roots drilling into all the holes in my body and sucking out all my blood and flesh!

Ah Lu successfully captured two spies, and returned home in high spirits. The drop of spiritual liquid that Shen Le gave him was of great help to him!

The mansion, the two studios around the mansion, even the row of houses across the street and another row of houses across the river were all under his surveillance now, effortlessly!

[Shen Le! Shen Le! I helped you catch the bad guys! They've been watching you for a long time! You have to give me a reward! Reward!]

He shouted energetically. Shen Le appeared with dark circles under his eyes, like a wandering soul:

"What kind of bad guy is this... If we catch him, can you help me finish the job at hand... I can't carve this pen holder!"

(End of this chapter)