Winter evenings.

Inside the last subway of Beijing Line 5.

There were only a few passengers in the carriages, and in one of the carriages, there was only a rickety lady wearing black-rimmed glasses and a white down jacket...... Or girls? Anyway, there are as many older virgins as mature girls in this year, and it doesn't matter if it's a lady or a girl.

"No inspiration!" With a thump in the carriage, the girl woke up suddenly, and began to mumble inexplicably. "There is no urban legend in the whole of Beijing, and if there is a person on the last train of Line 5, you can see the Suolongjing...... There are lights everywhere, and there are modern equipment everywhere, and the old lady believes in the evil and continues to waste time here! ”

"But what about tomorrow's chapter?" After venting, the older girl who stood up with the handrail continued to diverge her thoughts a little weakly. "I've been on leave for two days, and I can't get full attendance this month, and the editor may not pay attention to myself as a street writer, but the only die-hard readers will probably be dissatisfied, right?"

"The old lady didn't write about the good crossing, why did she believe in the evil and write about the urban supernatural in the first place?"

"Isn't it Jiang Nu's end? Is it time for a change of job? But what can the waste wood of the Chinese Department do besides writing online articles? ”

"Do you want to go back to your hometown?"

While thinking wildly, the subway door suddenly opened, and it seemed to ...... Is it the station?

The older girl shivered at the cold wind that opened the door, and then, almost instinctively, stepped out.

It was pitch black all around, and the subway car behind her closed the door after a slight pause and continued to drive forward, and the older girl in a daze never understood what was going on. Soon, however, as her eyes finally settled on the light, the writer had no mind to think about the light, for she was struck by the sight before her—an ordinary well, made of stone, broken and realistic, with a stone tablet behind it, the handwriting blurred and invisible, and a stone pillar on one side of the well, from which an iron chain was torn out and dragged all the way to the mouth of the well.

In this moment, the older girl seemed to forget the emotions of horror and fear, almost with a sense of mission, and she quickly stepped forward and tried to hold on to the long chain, just to see if it could never be pulled as the legend has been said - by the way, when she came to the lock dragon well, wouldn't it be in vain not to pull this chain?

But at the moment when she held the chain, the stone tablet behind the well suddenly trembled slightly, and then quickly cracked, and the stone pillar at the beginning of the chain was directly broken, and a trace of colorful light flashed in the well...... Then, this foolish female writer who was not afraid of heaven and earth was dragged into the well by the chain in reverse.

As soon as the well was entered, the stele shattered and then covered the wellhead.

"In the first month of the first year of Han Yongshou, there were officials in western Liaoning who returned from the state, and met a woman from the well. The color, the speech, and the clothing are all owned by everyone, and they are accepted. The latter died in half a year, and the woman did not remarry, and was widowed to raise her posthumous son. And his people are good at business, know money and goods, be kind and charitable, help orphans and widows, and respect the clan, all shouting: Gongsun Auntie. - "Sou Shen Ji"