Chapter 11 second quarter

"—So that's how it is." After listening to me, Zhenbei muttered this sentence, and curled his lips.I don't know if he is interested in what I have to say. "At first, I thought I misunderstood, whether it was the weeping voice, the smile of the Buddha statue, or Jasmine's name, the movement felt in the middle of the night, and the sound of those unfinished Buddha statues moving around, It was all my own mistake. However, after the photos taken in Ruixiang’s room were developed, I immediately had a different opinion, and I think there is indeed a problem there.” "Pictures—what do you mean? You mean they capture strange phenomena?"

Mabe was about to pick up those pictures again when I stopped him. "Actually, here's another picture." I rummaged in my coat pocket.In fact, when I took out the photos just now, I pulled out one of them. "—that's this one." I handed it to Zhenbei. That's King Wushu Samoming I shot late at night.That's the photo I took in the dark when I went behind the ghost needle plant because I heard that horrible sound. "Ah, this is the fire-headed god with the split head you mentioned just now." "Yes, please take a closer look at the cracked part."

Zhenbei held the photo in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally showed a "huh?" expression. "—how is it, really?" He didn't answer my question, but handed the photo to Rin beside him.Like Mabe, Rin gasped after watching for a long time. "Daowei—are you kidding me?" I shook my head silently when I heard Mabi's words. Rin returned the photo to Mabi, and Mabi stared at the photo again. "—the statue is bleeding." That's right.Late that night, I photographed this statue of Buddha in the small temple in Ruixiangfang. He was showing his teeth and claws in the dark, with bright red blood still flowing from his head.Blood flowed from beneath the black chasm and flowed up to the nose in that horrible face.

I still can't forget the shock I felt when I saw this photo at the DPE shop where the photo was developed. I really looked at the photo for a full minute. "You said that the next morning after taking this photo, you and the gardener father went to see this statue of King Wushu Samoming - what was the situation at that time?" "Nothing. If there was blood, or a smudge of red fluid, I should have noticed it right away. Because I was looking at it up close in the light." "Didn't you say that it rained in the middle of the night?" "It did rain, but it was impossible to be washed away by the rain, because the small temple has a roof."

Zhenbei hummed "Hmm~" and frowned. "Mabi, is there such a thing? The Buddha statue bleeds—" "In the world, it's not unprecedented." "Oh? Really?" As I asked the question, I couldn't help leaning out. "Yes," Mabe nodded, "There are often news stories about the bleeding of the statue of the Virgin Mary around the world. Among them, the incident that happened in Quebec, Canada in 1985 is the most famous-the statue of the Virgin Mary placed in a certain family suddenly shed tears. Soon after, the tears turned to blood. At that time, people flocked to the house to witness this miracle. In a week, 12,000 people visited. Almost all of them saw the statue of the Virgin with tears and blood .”

"real or fake?" "This is true, but when it comes to mystical blood, Saint Januarius in Naples Cathedral is more famous than the Bleeding Madonna." "Holy—what?" "St. Januliaus is the patron saint of Naples. In the third century, he preached all over Italy. His missionary activities annoyed the Roman emperor, and he was killed by the Roman emperor. He ended his life. The lion was supposed to be in the The amphitheater killed him, but the lion suddenly became tame at the critical moment, so he was beheaded at last. At that time, the female disciple of St. Janurius put the blood from his neck in a bottle and kept it for a long time. It's been passed down to this day—and amazing miracles have happened to the blood."

"Miracle—what miracle?" "The blood in the bottle has solidified, but every year on the first Sunday in May, and on September 19 and December 16, under the prayers of believers, the blood in the bottle will slowly bubble and gradually Liquefaction. Three times a year, on the same day, in the presence of all witnesses, from solid to liquid." "Turned into liquid—didn't this man die in the third century? So, these should be blood from seventeen hundred years ago, shouldn't they?" "Believe it or not, it happened." As he said that, he looked at the photo in his hand again.

"Daowei, what material is this Buddha statue made of?" "Material? I don't know much about it. I only know that it is made of wood. It seems to be made of wood—what's wrong?" "No, I was wondering if there might be some mystery hidden." "what?" I couldn't help but open my mouth wide. "Mystery—you really don't believe what I said?" "It's not like that, it's just that I will imagine all kinds of possibilities first." "So you'd rather believe in the Madonna in Canada or the blood of St. So-and-so in Italy than my photos?"

I looked at my face again in astonishment. "What do you say I believe?" "It's the miracle you just mentioned. The statue of the Virgin Mary sheds tears and blood, and the blood of the statue of St. So-and-so turns into liquid three times a year. It is an indisputable fact." Zhenbei let out an "oh" and shook his hand in front of his face. "That's not what I mean. I mean the facts—first of all, the fact that many people went to see the Madonna, and they did see the Madonna weeping and bleeding. For them, what the Madonna shed was a miracle. tears, blood of miracles, but that is not the same thing as objective truth."

"What's the meaning?" "To put it plainly, it is a complete fake - the ingredients of tears are fat, which is made by mixing lard and beef fat. Afterwards, a Canadian TV station went to investigate and found out the truth. It turned out that the owner It was designed in advance, when the indoor temperature rises, the fat hidden in the eyes of the Madonna will dissolve and flow down. As for the blood, it is a simple magic trick designed by him with his own blood." "That's totally fake." "So didn't I just say that?" "However, it's unbelievable. It's just a trap designed by a certain person, and there are more than ten thousand people—"

"As long as the audience chooses to believe no matter what kind of situation they face, things will become much simpler. The so-called one dog barking shape, a hundred dogs barking sound-this is a typical collective hallucination. Those people gathered together just want to witness it with their own eyes. Miraculously, as long as one person says 'Our Lady did shed tears!' everyone else will believe that the fatty oils are tears. Tears with blood create a stronger visual effect, so those who 'choose to believe' are fooled. " "Where's the blood of Sheng XX? Is there any mystery in it?" "I don't know much about the real situation, because I heard that the bottle containing blood is sealed, and the contents cannot be taken out unless it is broken. But——I think, that should not be real blood. Besides, this bottle of blood existed until It first appeared on record in 1389, that is to say, a thousand years after the death of St. Janurius, no one knew the existence of this bottle of blood, so it is difficult to believe that the bottle The blood is real. I believe it must have been made by someone." "Manufacturing—how to make it?" "It's very simple. As long as it is a thixotropic substance, the same phenomenon will occur. Although it is usually in the form of a gel, it will gradually liquefy as long as it is shaken by an external force. After a period of time, it will return to its original state. Saint Janus The blood of Riaus liquefies on three identical days every year, in fact, as long as the bottle is shaken in front of the believers, these external forces can liquefy the contents of the bottle—" "But how could people in the fourteenth century think of such a complicated principle of thixotropy?" "You can make it even if you don't know the principle. I believe that the bottle is probably some kind of oil paint or something, which is the most common of the thixotropic substances." "Paint..." What he said was really easy to understand. "That's why," Zhenbei resumed the topic just now, "I think that the statue of King Wushu Shamoming carved by the Buddhist statue artist named Ryuzo Niusawa that you photographed may also hide some mystery." "So that's how it is." No wonder he thought so after hearing two such egregious examples of falsification. "So, Mabe, what do you think of what you see in the photo?" "I don't know yet." Saying that, Zhenbei picked up the photo in his hand and stood up.His eyes were bright, as if a child saw a rare dragonfly. "I'll look into it and get in touch with you if I find anything new. Can these photos be kept with me first?" "Oh, yes..." When I answered, Mabe had already turned around and walked deep into the living room. When he was about to open the door of the studio, he suddenly turned around and asked: "Daowei, why are you still using a traditional camera, and it still has two eyes." "Huh? Oh, because I bought it a long time ago when cameras were cheap, and I haven't changed it." "Digital cameras are more convenient. The latest models are small in size and performance-ah, I almost forgot." Zhenbei returned to the coffee table and picked up the double-sided tape. "I bought it specially to repair the case of the digital camera." "For this purpose?" So, he put the double-sided tape on my chest, just an impromptu prank? I plucked the chest hair off my sweatshirt, scrunched it up and threw it in the trash.Zhen Bei muttered something, saying "Be careful of being punished by God", and walked into the studio. I thanked Rin for the soba noodles and coffee she had prepared for me, and left the Mabi Supernatural Phenomenon Institute.