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Chapter 2 Dreams

The vision quickly disappeared.

Wei Yuan came back to his senses, covered his fingers, and looked at the things on the table hesitantly.

The badge was lying there quietly, exactly the same as before.

But the words really appeared on the original white paper, and the pair of red embroidered shoes, with red background and gold background, looked like they were slightly glowing, quite eerie and strange, and the burning sensation from Wei Yuan's fingers had not dissipated.

As he went down, he felt a stab of pain, telling him that what just happened was not his imagination.

So, this badge is the identity certificate of the Han Sili Colonel. Now that I have taken this token, I have to catch these red embroidered shoes? Well, catch ghosts?

There's something weird about this thing.

He had been bold since he was a kid. He reached out and grabbed the waist card and turned it over and looked at it. There was nothing strange. If he touched the white paper again, there would be no tingling sensation. Wei Yuan frowned and his eyes fell on the one beside him.

on the computer.

………………

After a while.

Wei Yuan tapped his fingers on the keyboard, and the searcher displayed the records about Captain Sili. He stared at the words above without blinking. Next to him was the weird Crouching Tiger waist badge, and the

A blank piece of paper with lots of text.

"Sili Xiaowei, formerly known as Crouching Tiger."

He was a military attaché in ancient China.

He works in the capital of Dian and in all the external counties, and he does everything in his power.

There is no respect or inferiority for those who are feudal lords, relatives, and those below the third prince.

When entering the palace, open the middle path and call the envoys. During each meeting, the last to arrive and the first to go.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes after reading this information.

Not to mention anything else, when entering the palace and attending meetings, first-come-first-served, it is true that he has a high position, but he is just an ancient censor, and it is completely different from what is written on this white paper, to pick up witchcraft and kill strange powers and chaos.

Can't get along.

Unless they are supervising not only people, but also goblins and ghosts in various states and counties.

I tapped the keyboard to turn the pages of the information and continued reading.

It's a list.

During the Han dynasty, there were the last few Sili lieutenants.

First it was Zhang Fei, and after Zhang Fei's death it was Zhuge.

Cao Cao also held the post of Sili Xiaowei at that time.

To say that these people can slay demons and demons, Wei Yuan doesn't find it so difficult to accept.

He looked at Quiet's waistband, then casually typed in the words "red embroidered shoes" on the browser and started searching. However, there was no useful information, except for the specious ghost stories in the post bar, and a few hot-selling items on the homepage of a certain treasure.

The soft shoes with gold and red embroidery look antique and have a bit of an ancient feel.

Just when he was about to shut down his phone, he suddenly saw a post in the Tieba forum and clicked on it.

[A murder occurred in Fuchun Community of Quan City. The person who died was a young girl. Alas, I don’t know who did it. Everyone in the city should be careful. Maybe it was another perverted murderer or something. The little girl was at night

Don’t go out, and lock the door even if you are at home alone!!!]

Fuchun community?

Isn't that next door?

Wei Yuan paused for a moment, then scrolled down the page to continue reading. He clicked on the post and saw a slightly blurry photo that was probably taken secretly. A woman had her face covered with a white cloth, and only her long black hair could be seen.

It seemed that they had just been washed, and they were still dripping with water. On their feet were a pair of three-inch gold lotus red embroidered shoes dripping with blood.

It is no wonder that it is a perversion to let modern people wear the dregs of ancient times.

"It's a pity that he is so young."

Wei Yuan sighed in his heart, and his attention fell on the red embroidered shoes, with gold on the red bottom. He felt that it was strange and strange, and it also revealed an indescribable sense of romantic beauty. An inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged. Wei Yuan turned his head and looked.

, exactly the same as the red embroidered shoes on the white paper, with no difference in details. He subconsciously clicked on the photo, but when he saw it, he found that the photo had been deleted by the administrator.

But he was able to confirm that the embroidered shoes worn by the deceased just now were exactly the same as those drawn on the white paper.

Recalling the post just now and hearing the siren of the police car, the waistband reacted. It was obvious that the red embroidered shoes had been taken away. Wei Yuan felt more or less at ease, without the suspicion and faint fear just now.

This is the natural trust that people living in modern China have in the police.

The pair of shoes had been taken away by the police, and he had no way to get them and arrest them. Moreover, even if they were not taken away, he did not intend to arrest the red embroidered shoes according to the words on the white paper.

Just how strong your hands are, and whether the opponent will be able to achieve physical transcendence is still a matter of debate.

Not to mention that he didn't have much strength yet, so he went to look for the devil with red embroidered shoes so stupidly. Wasn't he going to the toilet with a lantern just to seek death? If he had as much appetite as he could eat, that was not the way to seek death.

"If you can't afford to offend, you can afford to hide."

Wei Yuan muttered, closed the web page, opened the recruitment website and continued to send resumes. He failed the postgraduate entrance examination and missed the recruitment period. There are not many companies recruiting people now, not to mention that Quan City is not big and not very developed.

, and there weren’t many places to find people, so I searched around and sent a few emails.

Then continue to clean up this small house.

After finishing his work, it was already evening. Wei Yuan made a bowl of noodles, ate them whole, and lay down on the bed.

After a tiring day today, carrying luggage and cleaning the house, the exhausted Wei Yuan soon fell asleep.

He had no intention of going out into troubled waters with the so-called arrest warrant for Crouching Tiger, but there was a murder in the neighborhood next door, and there might be a ghost. He still felt a little scared when he thought about it. Seeing that this thing could identify ghosts, he felt in his heart

With the intention of using this Crouching Tiger waist badge as a talisman, I casually placed it on the bedside table.

Wei Yuan soon fell asleep and had a vague dream.

…………

He is in a strange place.

It is a building, a three-story wooden building with red satin hanging all over it.

There is fog, white mist surrounds the building, and there are faint and crisp sounds. It is a female voice, a female actor, who sings beautifully. It seems that there are... rivers, creeks, and the sounds of water flowing around.

Soaked in the mist, sometimes it's close and sometimes it's far away.

Wei Yuan couldn't control himself and walked forward in the mist.

We walked to a courtyard.

The road we came from disappeared, and there were four three-story wooden buildings surrounding it, enclosing a square yard. The red silk and satin that was originally hung turned white at some point, floating in the mist.

, shaking and making a crashing sound.

In the middle is an old locust tree with a crooked neck. It is dead and its branches are covered with white silk.

Under the tree is a well, a square stone well.

The sound of water flowing came from inside.

A woman was sitting by the well, looking down at Wei Yuan, wearing a pair of three-inch soft shoes with red soles and gold.

Wei Yuan walked forward uncontrollably.

Between him and the woman, there were four wells in the distance, and the sound of water became increasingly clear.

suddenly.

In Wei Yuan's ears, a low and angry roar of a tiger exploded violently. The roar made his eyes dim for a while. With a muffled groan, the whole world collapsed inch by inch. Wei Yuan only felt his body sink and fall suddenly. Finally, the man in red

The woman wearing the shoes screamed, her face was pale and pale, and her dark eyes had no white at all.

"Um...what time is it?"

In the house in Quanshi, Wei Yuan opened his eyes drowsily and yawned.

With the naked eye, he can't see ghosts, and it's hard to remember ghost dreams. He doesn't remember what happened in the dream at all. He just doesn't know why he suddenly wakes up. He takes out his phone under the pillow and looks at it. It's early morning.

Three o'clock.

In the ancient Yin period, the Yin energy was at its peak and was about to decline, while the Yang energy was about to rise, and day and night alternated.

It is also a time when Yin Qi is extremely strong.

There were dogs barking outside, and night cats howling like babies crying. Wei Yuan yawned, stood up and poured a glass of warm water. He felt that the ground seemed a little wet, as if he had knocked over the water glass. The Crouching Tiger waistband was lying quietly on the bedside table. He

Ge You was lying on the bed, leaning against the pillow, scrolling through his phone as a habit, and only this kind of light shone on his face.

"Ding dong, you have a new email."

Wei Yuan was slightly surprised, replying to the email at this time?

Click to open the email.

It’s a job application notice. It’s 5,000 per month, with food, food and housing in mind. The destination is...

He opened the photo attached to the email and saw an old-fashioned window sill painted with green paint. The paint peeled off a bit due to the wind and sun. Behind the window, he could see many shelves. The nearest one had several white paper figures on it, with blood-red lips.

Crying is like laughing.

“Folk Museum…”


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