My name is Pu Tian.

This is a note I wrote for myself.

At the moment, I don't want to show the text to anyone other than myself. As long as there are no special circumstances, I am afraid that this will be the case in the future.

The diary accurately and exhaustively records the events that took place in this "dog meat shop" from August 1 to 4 last year, a long time ago.

At the beginning of writing, as the recorder, I swore solemnly to myself that there would be no false events in the notebook. As the caretaker of the old house, I will record what I see and hear as it is, which is the first purpose of writing this note.

If there are areas where I need to add my own imagination or speculation, I will also be very careful not to let it be swayed by my own preconceptions or hopes.

In short, I want to record the whole process of that event as calmly and concretely as possible.

Again, this is a note I wrote for myself. Through this note, I want to make that terrible event a "thing of the past" and sealed forever.

Lately, I've been feeling like I'm getting older and I'm often forgetting some of the past.

I'm afraid that in another ten years, the things that are still fresh in my memory will be completely forgotten.

Ten years from now, this notebook is sure to be an interesting book.

In this sense, it can be regarded as an autobiography that I wrote for myself (it can be classified as a suspenseful autobiography).

- Yes, now, I just write it with that in mind.

So, where do you start?

I think it's better to write it down in chronological order. In order to be able to record his memories of half a year ago, this may be a good policy.

Let's start with the time when those people came to this old mansion.........

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One.

I found out in early July last year that they were coming here. It was not long after July, that is, around the third or fourth day.

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Now, this old mansion is nominally the "Duheyuan" of the owner of an inn in Shili City, but in fact, the land and house management are fully responsible for his local acquaintance, Feng Jun.

It was this "Fengjun" who informed me of the news.

Feng Jun told me that his son would come here early next month.

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The boy had planned to hang out with his friends, but because of the rare opportunity, he wanted to stop by and stay in his father's territory, this "courtyard", for a few days.

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Fengjun asked me to prepare my room and take care of their food and drink during their stay.

To be honest, that's not good news for me.

Because before, I didn't like to deal with people very much, and even more so in the past few years.

At that time, my real thought in my heart was that I hoped that these noisy young people would not come.

But after all, I am just an ordinary subordinate, and I have no right to refuse their demands, so I can only accept them immediately.

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In the five years since I was hired as the caretaker of the old house, no one has ever lived in the old house, and this alone is unbelievable.

Putting that aside, let's do our best to receive these people. I don't know what kind of character Fengjun's son is, if he is an insatiable and low-grade gentleman, I have to serve him well, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

If he goes back and says to Feng Joon, "Get rid of that stinky old man", then I will be miserable, and in case of that, Feng Jun will also be in an embarrassing situation.

Because five years ago, thanks to his maneuvering, I was able to become the caretaker of this old mansion, and I am very grateful to him.

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Plainly, almost no one comes here.

Occasionally, Feng Jun will come to take a look.

Other than that, it's fair to say that no one will come.

After all, this old mansion is located deep in the forest outside Shili City, and there is not a single family around.

As long as you don't take the initiative to contact the outside world, I'm afraid no one will make a special trip here.

However, this environment couldn't be better for a recluse like me.

The innkeeper in Ten Mile City only remembered it by chance, and came once (it was already three years ago).

This so-called "independent courtyard" really does not live up to its name.

He often hears that land prices have skyrocketed recently, does he think that in such a remote place, it is also worth owning such an old house?

Or did he just buy it on a whim?

I'm interested in his motives, but I'm not too easy to ask.

In the end, I gladly accepted the assignment (albeit superficially).

Before leaving, Feng Jun still seemed a little uneasy: "I'm afraid you'll be very tired, but after all, it's only a few days, just put up with it." As for the exact time, I will let you know once it is set........."

I heard that there were four of them.

The room and the couch were more than enough, but the environment was a big problem.

Because I haven't cleaned in a long time.

If it is explained by the fact that my physical strength has dropped sharply recently, it is probably only an excuse for the lazy, and it is all due to the negligence of me as a caretaker, no matter how much others accuse it.

I also often want to keep the house in a good and spotless state.........

But for me, a 60-year-old man, cleaning such a large room is a bit overwhelming.

So, for a period of time, I was busy every day, tidying up my room and getting ready. Unsurprisingly, these things are quite onerous.

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The four rooms on the second floor are used as guest rooms, and each room is dirty, smelly, and messy, and I am exhausted from a simple cleaning.

There are also many areas in the latrine and kitchen on the first floor that need to be repaired.

This old mansion has been built for nearly 30 years, and it has been left unchecked, and now it is time for something to go wrong.

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In late July, Feng Jun personally came to announce.

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They had already set out from Kyoto, and after wandering elsewhere, they arrived at the city on about the 30th, and stayed at an inn in the city that night.

Let me pick them up on August 1st.

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It seems a bit subjective to draw conclusions about others based on just one sentence.

But in Feng Jun's words, I always felt that his son was similar to what I imagined - his brain was not smart enough.

I still have a lot of old-fashioned imaginations: he lives in a luxurious mansion, a large sedan chair carried by four people, asks his father and mother for silver at will, and the school is not easy to attend, and he is idle all day long.

The thought that the other three were probably doing the same thing, my mood immediately became depressed.

Why did they have to come to this backwood?

There are many other places to play.........

I can still remember thinking and sighing.

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August 1.

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From here to the west gate of Shili City, it takes more than an hour and a half.

In order to have enough time, I will finish lunch, so I packed up and left the old house.

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It had just rained the night before.

It was foggy and the road was slippery, so I had to walk on crutches carefully.

Under the hazy fog, the scenery that has long been commonplace loses its reality, making people feel as if they are lost in an illusory foreign land.

From the river, I heard the shouts of the boatmen, and I couldn't help but think of the old days, when I was young and a newcomer.

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Soon, I arrived at an inn in the city.

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There are not many people in the small, elegant hall.

I didn't find any of them.

I sat on a wooden chair, scanned the paintings and calligraphy on the wall of the hall, and drank tea for a while.

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"Are you Uncle Putian?"

A calm male voice came from his ears.

This is very different from the voice of the imaginary son of Feng Jun.

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I looked up and saw a tall, long-faced young man standing in front of me.

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"Sure enough!!"

Looking at my expression, the young man smiled quietly, "Hehe." I'm the cousin of Feng Ji, and my name is Feng Dagger. Thank you so much for coming all the way to pick us up. ”

"No, nothing."

I didn't expect the other party's demeanor to be so polite, I was a little overwhelmed, "What about the others?" ”

"Rest over there, and come right over."

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After speaking, the young man-Feng Dagger touched his nose with his thumb and gently sucked his nose, "Uncle Putian, have you always lived there?" ”

"It's been five years."

With that, I got up from the wooden chair.

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"Where did you live before?"

"Fooling around. I've lived in Kyoto in the past, but that's been a few decades ago. ”

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"It's my first time, but I think it's a good place." Feng Dagger squinted his eyes and looked at the scenery outside the large window, "I think the scenery here is too beautiful." Isn't that a bit old-fashioned? In short, it was beyond my imagination. ”

"It's great that you can think so."

I took another sip of tea and dropped the cup on the table, "What do you think of this inn?" ”

"It's not huge, but it's very desirable. From tonight onwards, I'm going to bother you. ”

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"My dilapidated old mansion can't compare to this inn."

"Don't worry. As long as there is a quiet room and a good meal, at least I am very satisfied. ”

"Quiet, I'm absolutely guaranteed. In the forest, this is the only one. ”

"I've heard that."

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"It's deep in the forest, there's really nothing. As long as you don't get disappointed. ”

"I'm afraid those three guys are going to be sad."

After speaking, the wind dagger shrugged, "I came up with the idea of going to the old mansion. I said that since I came, I would go and see the courtyard house anyway. I heard that the current owner of the courtyard house is my uncle, that is, Fengji's father. ”

"I see."

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I looked at him again, "Do you have any particular interest in that old mansion?" ”

"Personally, a little bit."

"What interest?"

"This ........."

The wind dagger was about to answer when an imaginary scream came from the hall.

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"Oops, here, here."

The gentleman finally showed up.

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A young man in a bright red robe raised his hand and walked over. A black hat is worn behind the head.

He looks like this, so people look at him from a distance, and they think he is a woman.

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"My name is Fengji."

He exhaled with a hint of wine in his breath.

It seems that the gang has been drinking a lot of alcohol since noon.

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I nodded silently.

Feng Ji squeezed his hands tightly into the bad.

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"There are two more people here." He raised his chin.

"Let me introduce you to it." The wind dagger was on the side, mixing with a mouthful.

He pointed to the two behind Feng Ji in turn and said, "That's An Zheng, and the other one is called Silence." ”

"Old Beth, take care of it, take care of it."

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The man named An Zheng stammered and said hello briefly.

This one, An Zheng, is a small man shorter than me. The whole face is very large, with protruding cheekbones and a pair of big eyes looking around, which is reminiscent of a timid insect like ants.

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The young man named Silence was the same size as Fengji. He was very tall and looked quite powerful, pouting slightly, looking a little crooked, he raised his eyes to look at it, and it was a kind of hello.

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"Are you all bachelors from Kyoto Orai Academy?" I asked.

"No, it's not."

The wind dagger smiled softly. Spread your arms, as if to say, "Not at all." ”

"Our schools are different. This spring, I have entered the Tuas Academy of the White Jade Academy. ”

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"Really? Tuas-in? ”

"The Wind Dagger is the only talent among us. His head doesn't seem to be the same as ours. Feng Ji joked with him, "The rest are all ordinary academy bachelors." ”

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"We formed a meditation team, which was disbanded in June this year." The wind dagger continued to explain to me.

"Zen sitting? - Are you meditating together? ”

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"Yes. Feng Ji and the three of them seem to have met in the Qingming Temple. Once, one of their teammates was absent and they pulled me to replace me, and that's ........."

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I don't know anything about meditation.

If you sit out of thin air, then why do you need someone else? I couldn't figure it out.

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I looked at the four of them again.

After listening to the introduction of the wind dagger, and then looking at the surprise costumes of the wind table and the silence, I felt that it seemed to be really like that.

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Maybe at the time, it was funny that I was at a loss.

Feng pursed his lips and secretly laughed.

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"In short, this trip is also the last time our team will be together. Although there are only four big men, it is a bit deserted. Okay, for two or three days, I'll leave it to you. ”

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Having received these four people, I acted as a guide and walked on the misty dirt road.

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"It's a beautiful view, I love it so much."

The wind dagger walked on the left, casually looking at the surrounding scenery, and chatted with me, who led the way, "I was born and raised in Kyoto, and it was only after I left like this that I felt that the streets of Kyoto were too abnormal. ”

The three people behind him were clamoring. For a while, he stretched out his hand and pointed indiscriminately; After a while, they shouted loudly about what they had seen.

I couldn't help but curse secretly: "It's not a child's outing." ”

Although I also know that it is usually wrong to jump to conclusions too early, I still feel that among these four people, the only one who can talk to me is the young man next to me.

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"Where did you go yesterday?" I asked the wind dagger.

"I went to the governor's mansion alone." After speaking, the young man sniffed slightly, "In the past, I have also been to the governor's mansion in other places, but the style is very different. Of course, comparing the two side by side seems a bit counterintuitive. ”

"No, maybe it's an interesting comparison. Didn't the other three go with you? ”

"Yes. They said they were going to wander the streets and wanted to meet some new girls. The wind dagger shrugged and pouted, "But they don't seem to have found anything." ”

"Hahaha, huh? - Do you mind the vernacular here? ”

"Yes. When I first arrived, I was so bored. ”

"Got used to it?"

"Make do with it."

The wind dagger sniffled again. He pulled out the paper, but thought about it and put it back in his arms.

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"Sick?"

"Nope." He shook his head, "It's fine." Mainly because of the cold. ”

"Even in the summer, it's still quite cold in the morning and evening."

"For me, compared to the sultry nights in Kyoto, this is a fairy land. I hate sweating the most. ”

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"I've heard that it's hot in Kyoto this year."

"It seems like that every year. No way. ”

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Leave the west gate of Shili City and walk on a path in the vast forest.

The fog had lifted, but there was a bit of twilight around it.

After walking for nearly an hour, I don't know whether they were tired or sleepy, and the words of the three people behind were obviously much less.

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Turning his head, An Zheng was walking weakly, with his head down.

Silence swayed as he walked, shaking his shoulders constantly.

"It's really deep in the jungle."

The wind seems a little unpleasant. He patted me on the shoulder, "Uncle, how far is it?" ”

"We're halfway there."

"You're only halfway there?"

After the annoyance, he stretched his waist, "Even if it arrives, if it is a mountain shack with nothing, it will be miserable." ”

"Don't worry. There was a lot to eat and drink there. ”

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There was a crisp sound, and then a pungent smell of wine filled the wind.

Feng smacked his tongue in frustration: "Uncle!" ”

He patted me on the shoulder again, "Is there a small shop around here?" ”

"A small shop?"

"Isn't there a place to sell alcohol here? I forgot to buy a little more to bring. ”

"Gee, there's none around here. Unless you turn around and go back, walk for another hour. If it's just wine, I'll give you some of it anyway. ”

"Where's the meat?"

"Ready."

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Soon, I walked on the path that led to the old house.

It was a dirt road, in bad condition, and dark forests on either side.

We walked slowly in the thickening twilight.

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"Wind dagger."

The young man on the left still snorted from time to time, and I took the opportunity to ask the question in my heart, "You were in the lobby of the inn just now, saying that you were a little interested in this old mansion, what is going on?" ”

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The wind dagger let out an "ahh

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"Li language."

His name popped out of his mouth.

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