No matter how real a dream is, it's just a dream after all. But if dreams and reality begin to intersect, it will be impossible to distinguish between what is real and what is unreal.

I took that feather by my side and took it to the office. Because I was thinking about this thing all the time, I didn't have the heart to complete the work at hand. Even when I was cooking at home at night, I was so engrossed that I accidentally broke my hand. I bandaged it a few times, but although it was a big wound, I didn't feel much pain, so I didn't bother to bother with it. I never dreamed of the strange woman in red again these nights, but the blood-red feather always reminded me of the strange promise I had promised.

"Editor-in-Chief Wu? Editor-in-Chief Wu? Xiao Wang in front of me stretched out his hand and shook it in front of me, so that I could relax from my contemplation.

"I put the text that was decided at the last meeting on your table, you sign it, and I'll get it later." She said to me with a smile, her eyes fell on the wound on my left hand, and she frowned exaggeratedly: "Editor-in-chief, does it matter if you want this hand?" Do you want me to take you to the doctor? ”

I looked at my hands that were messy with napkins last night, and now some of them were oozing blood because they weren't well cared for.

"It's okay, little wound." I pulled out another napkin and covered the bleeding. I'm used to Xiao Wang's exaggeration now, and what she really cares about shouldn't be my hands. When I turned her down, she pouted and walked out of the office.

I looked at the text on the table, it was about the rules of column refinement. Due to the unusually good response to Persona a while ago, the layout was expanded, and the above required the columns to be detailed and classified, so I had to reconsider the classification arrangement of Persona and the person in charge of each detailed column. After listlessly signing the papers, I lay on my desk and reviewed the new issue of submissions, passing the time of boredom.

"Editor-in-Chief Wu, have you signed it?" Not long after, Xiao Wang returned to my office. I nodded, picked up the text that was placed on the table, and handed it to her.

After a pause of about five seconds, Xiao Wang still stood straight in front of me, and did not take the text in my hand. She looked at me with a smile and seemed still waiting for my response.

I saw that she didn't react, raised her head and shook the hand holding Wen Jiàn, which means that it is here, you come and pick it up.

"Editor-in-chief Wu, what about Wen Jiàn?" Her expression was still smiling, but she clearly sensed that something was suspicious.

"Right here, come and get it." I took Wen Jiàn's hand and stretched it forward a little, but she still didn't come to pick it up. I suddenly felt a little impatient, and as I trembled, I touched the wound on my hand, and Wen Jiàn was scattered on the ground at once.

Seeing this, Xiao Wang immediately bent down and picked them up one by one in a panic, I saw that she was at a loss, and quickly got up to help.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted you to come and get it, but I accidentally didn't hold it steady."

"Editor-in-Chief Wu, sit down, your hands are bleeding again." I looked down at the bun jiàn in my hand, which was already stained with my blood. She straightened out the fallen papers, many of which were stained with my blood. I scratched my head in embarrassment and handed her the last one in my hand.

Again, as if she couldn't see anything, she ignored the paper in my hand and looked down still looking.

"Forget it, I can't find one more. I'll print a copy again. With that, she left without looking back, not knowing whether it was embarrassment or a little angry.

I sat in my seat in a daze, thinking to myself why this girl didn't look good today. As I thought, I reached for the band-aid I had hastily stuffed into my pocket in the morning, ready to redress the wound, but I didn't want to touch the red feather again.

The bright red feathers are somewhat transparent in the light. Yes, the woman in red told me that as long as I carry this feather and use my left hand to pick up something, no one else can see it. What has just happened is a good proof of this. My heart beat faster all of a sudden, and I felt the urge to go to the conservation center and take the statue.

I made up my mind, turned on my computer and started looking up information about the woman. There is an entry that is very close, that is, Gu Won Bird.

Gu Hou Bird is a monster in ancient Chinese Han myths and legends, by the obsession of the dead mother, holding the child in the long night walking, the sound of the child crying into the call of the Gu Bird. They specialize in stealing other people's children and are able to suck people's souls. Put on their feathers, and they will turn into birds; Take off the feathers and you're a woman. Except for the extremely ugly face and violent personality that didn't match what I saw, everything else was almost identical.

Seeing this, I shuddered for a moment, but I didn't expect this legendary monster to really exist in real life. I turned to search for information about the feather and found no trace.

Why is there a record of the legend of the bird, but not about her feathers? After searching, I leaned back in my chair and pondered the question. Maybe it's a secret, or maybe she's not a bird at all. When I think about it, my head doesn't hurt so much.

Now that I've got that magical feather, I'm going to take the statue with me! With this in mind, I began to make a series of plans for the next step.

I first asked the leader for a long vacation, saying that it was for Persona to go to a nearby city to find materials. Because my performance was very good, the leader approved my request without thinking about it, and when she saw the wound on my hand, she also asked me to make good use of the vacation to rest more. Then, I handed over all the work at hand to Xiao Wang. Xiao Wang herself was a little worried about the events of the morning, and she must have thought that I was deliberately playing tricks on her to make her make a fool of her. But as soon as I handed over the position of interim editor-in-chief to her, she immediately regained her loyal attitude and was ready to go up and down the sea of fire for me again.

I calculated the time required for the whole operation, bought a high-speed rail ticket back to my hometown on my mobile phone in advance, packed and sent out all the things I needed to take home, and finally sat in the living room and told Qin Chuyi my plan completely. After doing this, I suddenly felt a sense of immediacy at the end of the world, and this feeling of doing something big for the first time in my life actually made me tremble with excitement.

Everything went smoothly along the way, the subway was suspended without any emergencies, and the taxi did not refuse to take me, as if God was helping me complete this plan. I walked all the way to the east building of the N University Cultural Relics Restoration Center, took a deep breath, and swiped the access card to enter.

At this time, it was already dinner time at school, and the staff in the East Building had basically left work, and the security guard also said hello and left when he saw me. My heart was pounding, as if it was about to pop out.

After all, what I'm going to do next is a bad thing, and I can't help but feel a little scared. Luckily, everyone was gone, and no one noticed my probe. With such a careful step, I went to the storage room on the third floor and opened the box where the statue of Fudo King was stored.

It's still the same as the last time I saw it, the placket of the statue of the King of Fudo is missing a corner, and the Rosso in his hand is circled twice and put in the Bodhisattva's hand. The first time I touched this cold statue with my own hands, looking at its hideous face, I suddenly felt a little scared, and the excitement that had just been beaten like chicken blood passed a lot, and the whole person was sober. In order to avoid people's eyes, I did not turn on the headlights of the storage room, but relied on my own flashlight, which made my whole body surrounded by the darkness of the room. The darkness and silence of the environment made me nervous, trembling as I held the statue and hesitated to take it with me.

Just as I was undecided, a strong light suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, and someone came in! I hurriedly picked up the statue in my hand and looked down to avoid the strong light. The storage room is a library-like structure, with rows of storage compartments dividing the room into many small aisles. I tiptoed carefully under a large lattice, holding my breath and praying for the man to leave quickly.

The footsteps lingered in the doorway for a few moments before disappearing, and I turned my head to sneak a glance into the room behind me, the lights were gone, and the pantry was once again dark. I breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up, and was about to walk forward when I was suddenly blocked by a question that popped up from the corner.

"Editor-in-Chief Wu, why don't you say anything when you come." With this sound, a bright light hit me, and I was a little blinded by the sudden light.

It's over, it's been discovered. My heart was beating violently, and beads of sweat were oozing from my forehead. I reminded myself not to panic, and quietly tore off the band-aid attached to my hand, pressed it on the statue of the King of Fudong, and continued to look at the person walking in front of me. In the darkness, I couldn't tell who he was, only two glasses with white light moving towards me in the dark.

"Professor Zhao!" I exclaimed. If the staff here were to see me stealing something, I would have been sent to the police station. Thinking about it, my left hand didn't know whether it was nervous or firm, and it was more firmly clasped on the statue of King Ming. If you have to believe Gu Huoniao's words, the other party will not be able to see the statue in my hand. I thought to myself.

However, things didn't go my way. The light on my face gradually moved to my left hand, which was holding the statue, and then stopped there.

"Editor-in-Chief Wu, what do you want to do with that statue?" He asked.