The strange phenomenon disappeared quickly.
Wei Yuan came back to his senses, covered his fingers, and looked at the things on the table hesitantly.
The waist badge lay there quietly, exactly the same as before.
But the original white paper actually had words, and the pair of red embroidered shoes, with red bottom and gold, looked like they were slightly glowing, quite weird and strange, and the burning sensation on Wei Yuan's fingers had not yet dissipated, and there were bursts of tingling, telling him that what had just happened was not his imagination.
So, this waist badge is the identity certificate of the Han Sili School Lieutenant, and now that he has taken this token, he has to catch the red embroidered shoes? Well, catch ghosts?
There is something weird about this matter.
He has been brave since he was a child. He reached out and grabbed the waist badge and turned it over and over to look 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 computer next to him.
.........
After a while,
Wei Yuan tapped his fingers on the keyboard, and the search engine displayed the records about Si Li Xiao Wei. He stared at the text without blinking. Next to him was the strange crouching tiger waist badge and the white paper with many more words.
"Si Li Xiao Wei, formerly known as crouching tiger."
It was a military officer in ancient China.
The position was to manage the capital and all the counties outside.
There was no hierarchy between the titled marquis, the relatives of the emperor, and the three dukes.
When entering the palace, the middle road was opened to call the envoy, and at every meeting, the last to arrive went first.
After reading these materials, Wei Yuan closed his eyes.
If nothing else, when entering the palace for court meetings, the last to arrive went first. It was true that he was in a high position and had great power, but he was just an ancient supervisor. It had nothing to do with what was written on the white paper, investigating witchcraft and beheading strange and chaotic gods.
Unless they supervised not only people, but also goblins and ghosts in various states and counties.
He tapped the keyboard to turn the page and continue reading.
It was a list.
There were the last few Sili Xiaowei in the Han Dynasty.
First was Zhang Fei, and after Zhang Fei's death, it was Zhuge.
Cao Cao also served as Sili Xiaowei.
To say that these people could slay demons and monsters, Wei Yuan didn't find it so difficult to accept.
He looked at the quiet waist badge, and casually typed the three words "red embroidered shoes" on the browser to start searching, but there was no useful information, except for those seemingly true ghost stories in the forum, and a few hot-selling gold-painted red embroidered soft shoes on the homepage of Taobao, which looked antique and had a bit of ancient flavor.
Just as he was about to turn off the computer, he suddenly glanced at a post in the forum and clicked it.
[A murder occurred in Fuchun Community, Quanzhou City. A young girl died. Alas, no one knows who did it. Everyone in the city should be careful. It might be a perverted murderer. Young girls should not go out at night. Lock the door when you are alone at home! ! ! ]
Fuchun Community?
Isn't that next door?
Wei Yuan paused, slid down the webpage to continue reading, clicked on the post, and saw a slightly blurry photo, which should be taken secretly. A woman's face was covered with a white cloth. Only her long black and thick hair could be seen. It seemed that she had just washed it and it was dripping with water. On her feet was a pair of bloody three-inch golden lotus red embroidered shoes.
Let modern people wear the dregs of ancient three-inch golden lotus. No wonder they are said to be perverted.
"What a pity, so young."
Wei Yuan sighed in his heart, and his attention fell on the red embroidered shoes. The red bottom was painted with gold, which made him feel weird and strange, and also revealed an indescribable romantic beauty. An inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged. Wei Yuan turned his head and looked at it. It was exactly the same as the red embroidered shoes on the white paper. There was no difference in the details. He subconsciously clicked to enlarge it, but he was lonely. The photo had been deleted by the administrator.
But he could confirm that the embroidered shoes worn on the feet of the deceased were exactly the same as those drawn on the white paper.
Recalling the post just now, and the waist badge reacted after hearing the police car siren, 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 of people living in modern China in the police.
The 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 really arrest the red embroidered shoes according to the words on the white paper.
Even if he had some strength in his hands, it was still unclear whether the other party would need physical salvation.
Not to mention that he didn't have much strength, and he went to find the red-embroidered shoe ghost so foolishly. It was like going to the toilet with a lantern, just to seek death. No matter how big your appetite is, you can eat as much as you want. This is not the way to seek death.
"If you can't afford to offend, you can afford to hide."
Wei Yuan muttered twice, closed the webpage casually, opened the recruitment website and continued to post his resume. He failed the postgraduate entrance examination and missed the recruitment period. There are not many companies recruiting now, not to mention that Quan City is not big and not very developed, so there are even fewer places that need people. After searching around, he sent a few emails.
Then he continued to clean up the small house.
It was already night when he finished his work. Wei Yuan casually made a bowl of noodles and ate it, and then lay down on the bed.
After a tiring day today, moving luggage and cleaning the house, Wei Yuan, exhausted, fell asleep soon.
He had no intention of getting involved in the so-called arrest warrant for the Crouching Tiger waist badge, but there was a murder in the neighborhood next door, and there might be ghosts. He was still a little scared when he thought about it. Seeing that this thing could identify ghosts, he decided to use the Crouching Tiger waist badge as a talisman and put it on the bedside table.
Wei Yuan fell asleep quickly and had a dream in a daze.
......
He was in a strange place.
It was a building, a three-story wooden building, with red satin hanging on the top.
There was fog, white mist shrouded the building, and there was a faint crisp sound. It was a play, a female voice, a female role, and it was singing beautifully. It seemed that there was a river around... There was also a river, and the sound of water flowing was soaked in the fog, sometimes close, sometimes far away.
Wei Yuan walked forward in the fog uncontrollably.
He walked to a courtyard.
The way we came from disappeared. Four three-story wooden buildings surrounded a square courtyard. The red silk that was originally hung all over it turned white at some point, floating in the mist and shaking with a rustling sound.
In the middle was an old crooked locust tree, which had already died. The branches and forks were full of white silk.
Under the tree was a well, a square stone well.
The sound of water flow came from it.
A woman sat by the well, looking down at Wei Yuan, wearing a pair of red-soled, gold-painted three-inch soft shoes.
Wei Yuan walked forward uncontrollably.
Between him and the woman, the sound of water in the square well became clearer and clearer.
Suddenly.
Beside Wei Yuan's ears, a deep and angry tiger roar exploded violently, making his eyes blurry. With a muffled groan, the whole world broke apart. Wei Yuan felt his body sink and fell down suddenly. Finally, the woman in red shoes screamed, her face was pale, and her dark eyes had no white at all.
"Hmm... what time is it?"
In the house in Quan City, Wei Yuan opened his eyes in a daze and yawned.
With mortal eyes, ghosts cannot be seen, and it is difficult to remember ghost dreams. He didn't remember what happened in the dream just now, but he didn't know why he woke up suddenly. He took out his mobile phone from under the pillow and looked at it. The time was three o'clock in the morning.
In ancient times, the Yin time was when the Yin energy was at its peak and was about to decline, and the Yang energy was about to rise, and the day and night alternated.
It was also the time when the Yin energy was at its peak.
Outside, dogs barked non-stop, and night cats howled like babies. Wei Yuan yawned, got up and poured a cup of warm water. He felt that the ground seemed a little wet, as if the cup had been knocked over. The Crouching Tiger waist card on the bedside table lay quietly. He, Ge You, lay on the bed, leaning against the pillow, and habitually swiped his phone. Only this light was reflected on his face.
"Ding Dong, you have a new email."
Wei Yuan was slightly surprised. Replying to the email at this time?
Click on the email.
It was a job application letter, 5,000 yuan a month, free food and accommodation, the destination is...
He opened the photo attached to the email, an old-fashioned window sill painted green, the paint peeled off a little because of wind and sun, and many shelves could be seen behind the window. The nearest one had a few white paper figures on it, with blood-red lips, as if crying and laughing.
"Folk Museum..."