Li Yuanfeng: The first person Li Moyi met in the first crossing, he finally won the middle half a month ago and became the governor of the Far North, Shili City.

Song Dabai: The son of the Song governor of Anqiu Town, the later Song governor rebelled, fortunately escaped in the far north and met Li Yuanfeng.

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Far north, Ten Mile City.

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The three of them stood in the doorway, and the fog spread from the forest from behind them, as if they had been waiting for that moment for a long time.

Song Dabai felt a little cold, and couldn't help but stretch out his hands to rub his arms and turn around.

A few feet ahead, a small sedan chair carried by two people was parked, which seemed to block most of the narrow forest path. The gray sedan body has long disappeared into the white fog.

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"It's a lot of fog."

Standing a few steps in front of Song Dabai, a tall man in a light green robe muttered.

"Oops. I think the fog seems to have come from the Kawa Road. ”

It was Li Yuanfeng, the current governor of Shili City, who spoke.

He was still skinny, and his body looked extremely slender. He stroked his slightly curly hair as he removed the black hat from his head and observed the other man standing nearby.

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"How? Mr. Pu Tian. Anything comes to mind? ”

"This ......"

The man tilted his neck, looked up at the door in front of him, closed his mouth, and after a while, finally spoke, but his voice sounded unconfident, "I think it's familiar." ”

His name is Pu Tian.

The body is thin and thin, and the back is still a little hunched, so it looks very old. He is only about 60 years old, but his behavior is completely dying.

He wears a brown hat with no brim, and on the left side of his face, from the area around his left eye to his cheeks and chin, there is a large burn scar, which is terrible.

Following the old man's gaze, Song Dabai looked at the door.

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The door looks high.

Dark brown stone gateposts stood there, like old tree trunks growing from the weeds on the ground.

There was no door number on the door, as if there was no one in the first place.

The bronze lattice doors are dilapidated.

Bronze fences on both sides separate the courtyard from the surrounding forest.

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The fog poured silently through the lattice gaps in the gate.

When I got out of the sedan car just now, I could still see the houses on the other side of the gate, and now, those houses had long disappeared into a white curtain.

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The door is connected with a black chain with a lock on it, and it looks quite sturdy.

Li Yuanfeng stepped forward, grabbed the iron frame with both hands and shook it, and the gate did not move at all.

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"Yuanfeng, look over there."

Song Dabai pointed to the left side of the gate, "Look!! There's a small door there. ”

"Huh? Hey!! It's true. ”

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At the small door at the other end of the gate, a simple horizontal pin lock is hung from the inside. Just put your hand into the lattice and it's easy to open.

It should be said that they are still relatively lucky. If it was just Li Yuanfeng and Song Dabai, they might be able to climb through the door, or use some other method, but the old man Pu Tian who was traveling with him couldn't jump up and down like them.

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"Come in, Dabai."

Li Yuanfeng opened the door and looked back at the two.

"Mr. Putian, let's go in."

Carrying a toolbox of the same color as his robe, Li Yuanfeng took the lead through the narrow pedal door.

Pu Tian held an earth-colored crutch in his right hand, supported his body, and followed behind.

Song Dabai walked last.

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Shrouded in a white fog, the trio crept forward.

The cries of wild birds in the forest can be heard from all directions.

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It's noon at the end of March, but the temperature hasn't risen.

Song Dabai felt cold, and rubbed his arms again, he really regretted not wearing an extra shirt.

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Although the view is blocked by the thick fog, it is impossible to see it realistically, but the front yard of the house seems to be quite spacious. Leafy trees can be seen everywhere. They vary in size and height, from less than three feet to one or two feet.

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"Look!! Great. ”

Li Yuanfeng approached a tree and looked at the branches and leaves.

"It's hairless. It seems that it has not been pruned for a long time, but if you look closely, you will find that there are still traces of pruning on the branches and leaves inside. ”

"Pruning?"

"It's about cutting off the branches on a regular basis to give them a certain shape. This is generally the case for large households, and that's a proof. Look, what shape is this tree? ”

"Yes......"

Song Dabai stared at the tree, stunned.

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Song Dabai remembered that there was such a narrative in that "Notes":

In the past, the trees planted in the front yard of the house were pruned into various animal shapes. Perhaps dazzled by the white mist in the wind, take a closer look.

I thought that the shape of the shadow really looked like a big dog.

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Of course, the name of "Dog Meat Workshop" also had a certain impact on Song Dabai's mood at that time.

Li Yuanfeng touched his pointed chin seriously, stepped on the footless weeds, and turned around.

The old man Pu Tian stood beside him, his neck twisting and turning, and looked around.

At least until last August, he should have been the caretaker of the house. Accustomed to forgetting, he is desperately trying to find some fragments of the past in his mind......

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Perhaps it was the interference of the fog that made people lose their proper perception.

The red brick path runs through the dilapidated front yard to the front of the house. Just such a stretch of road, Song Dabai felt that it was hundreds of zhang away.

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"It's finally here."

Li Yuanfeng sighed with emotion, "Is this a dog meat shop?" ”

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The gray walls are lined with small rectangular windows.

The roof is steep and herringbone.

There may not seem anything strange about this small two-story building, but the fact that it's located in the far north in an inaccessible forest is enough to make it feel incredible.

And, thinking about last summer.

——It was in this house that the events described in the "Notes" occurred, and Song Dabai still felt creepy.

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"Where's that wind-direction dog?"

Li Yuanfeng stood on tiptoe and looked up at the roof.

Song Dabai also followed his example, raised his head and looked at the roof, but did not find the wind direction dog.

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"There."

The old man Pu Tian raised his arm with a crutch, "On that side, do you see it?" ”

Looking in the direction he had indicated, on the edge directly to the right—only the roof over there was trapezoidal, and at the highest point there—a gray shadow could be seen, both real and illusory.

Ordinary houses have a white cloth weather vane, but this roof has an animal weather vane installed on it instead.

Although it looked hazy due to the thick fog, the shape of the weather vane did not look like a square white cloth.

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"Is that the one? ……”

For a while, Li Yuanfeng looked at the roof, crossed his hands, and did not move.

Soon, tilting his head slightly, he muttered something in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and said to the old man Pu Tian, "Then, let's go in." ”

"The door is locked."

Song Dabai was a little worried.

Li Yuanfeng shrugged: "Then find a way." It's hard to get here, you can't go back empty-handed, right? ”

"Well, of course."

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A strong wind blew through the trees in the courtyard. The fog that had been surrounding me finally lifted, and soon the sun was shining on the ground overhead.

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"Alright, let's go inside!!"

Li Yuanfeng shouted loudly and walked towards the entrance of the dog meat shop that had just been reflected in the light.

Song Dabai glanced at the wind-oriented dog on the roof that made a small noise and kept changing direction, and followed in with the old man Pu Tian.

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