According to Han Benchu's words, the yin-yang pot originated in the Tang Dynasty and was created by a very famous witch "Braided Aunt" in the rivers and lakes at that time. The pot is divided into two in the shape of a yin-yang diagram, half red soup and half white soup. The living eat red soup, while white soup is reserved for the dead.

So in the Bashu region, although the people here have a jaw-dropping love for hot pot, and they will be itchy if they don't eat it for two days, you will rarely see someone eat the kind of pot that is half red soup and half white soup. Because you never know exactly what is sitting across from you......

When I met Han Benchu, he gave me the impression that he was an artist who "didn't go crazy and didn't survive". He wears thick black-rimmed glasses, his hair is long and messy, his beard is unkempt, and his eyes are blank. To put it mildly, it's like an addict who has smoked Fushou cream. This kind of image is very common in the art world, they are withdrawn, taciturn, usually like to stay at home to write and draw, and study things that you and I can't understand. I don't like to deal with people very much, so I have few friends.

Han Benchu is about the same age as me, he left his family after graduating from school, rented a small house outside, earned a meager income by writing manuscripts, and lived on takeout all day long. If you've watched "The Devotion of Suspect X", you can probably imagine what he looks like.

Four years ago, in a winter, the Bashu region ushered in a "cliff-like" cooling. The cold wind mixed with the ice and rain swished into people's necks. At eleven o'clock that night, Han Benchu went out to buy supper, he curled up, and his frozen lips were purple. After buying the supper, he didn't stay outside for a moment, and hurried back as soon as he quickened his pace.

On the dark secluded path, Han Benchu was walking home, but suddenly heard a strange child's cry!

He stopped for the first moment, looking around, looking for the source of the voice. But he looked at it for a long time, but he saw nothing, and there was nothing around him except the cold wind.

Han Benchu couldn't help but be surprised.

He was sure he had heard the cry of a child just now. But how can there be children in the middle of the night?

At this time, the strange voice came over again, and Han Benchu listened carefully, but he found that the source of the sound was in a garbage heap not far away......

Han Benchu trembled and walked to the garbage heap and looked inside, but there was nothing in the garbage heap. He was a little puzzled, thinking to himself, could it be that he had heard it wrong? He was about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, he suddenly found a pair of green eyes staring at him on the other side of the garbage heap!

Han Benchu's frightened whole person froze!

At this time, the thing suddenly twitched violently, and in this dark night, it was like a black zombie, lying on the ground, crawling towards Han Benchu step by step!

When Han Benchu saw this scene, his face was as pale as a piece of paper! He wanted to shout and escape, but because of the huge panic that spread all over his body, he seemed to have forgotten how to shout and how to escape!

At that moment, Han Benxin knew very well in his heart that this thing that was slowly crawling towards him was not a powerful ghost, what else could it be? Someone has long told him that there will be some unclean things in this old community. But because the rent here is cheap, Han Benchu can only choose to live in this kind of place. Now that he had seen something unclean, it was too late for him to regret it......

The thing got closer and closer to him, until the distance between them was only the last meter, and with the help of the extremely faint light in the darkness, Han Benchu realized that the thing was not a ghost, but a tailless earth dog......

Han Benchu let out a long breath.

Even he, who has never liked to swear, couldn't help but say: "Mom B, scared me to death." ”

The little earth dog that came out of the garbage heap looked at Han Benchu pitifully, because it had no tail, so it rubbed its nose on his trouser leg, which seemed to be a flattery. Han Benchu smiled helplessly, and secretly scolded himself for being scared like this by a stray dog in the garbage heap. So he patted the ashes on his body, turned around and left without looking back.

Han Benchu walked forward for a while, but found that the little dog without a tail was following him, he stopped, and the puppy also stopped. As he went, the puppy followed. Han Benchu sighed, thinking that this stray dog had actually deceived him, could it be that he wanted him to take it home?

Han Benchu looked at the sky and thought to himself, yes, on such a cold day, if this puppy didn't have a warm place to hide from the rain and sleep, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to withstand it tonight. Although he Han Benchu has a somewhat withdrawn personality, he is kind-hearted. Looking at this hungry and cold tailless puppy following him, he was a little unbearable, besides, don't the old people often say that "dogs come to wealth", there are puppies following behind him, that is a good omen, yes, since fate comes, simply take it home and raise it, so that he also has a companion.

So Han Benchu brought it home and became its owner ever since. This puppy is very smart and well-behaved. After Han Benchu washed it, he found that in addition to having no tail, it was actually very beautiful and cute. Not only is the coat color shiny, but the body proportion is also very good. He even suspected that this guy was not a dirt dog, but most likely some kind of precious pet dog.

Lao Lu and Pudding and I were already yawning when we heard this, if we told Han Benchu the story of this dog again, we would all fall asleep in less than ten minutes.

After all, Lao Lu and I are not familiar with him, so I am embarrassed to interrupt others. So Pudding tacitly took over this glorious and arduous task, she cleared her throat with a black face, and said sharply and coldly: "Han Benchu, are you playing with us?" The three of us traveled thousands of miles from Xiamen to Bashu to communicate with you, how to raise a pet dog? ”

The pudding was poisonous, and after saying this, he shouted outside the door: "Waiter, serve me a plate of dog meat, let's talk while eating." ”

Lao Lu was already about to fall asleep, and when he heard that the food was about to be served, he rubbed his eyes in a daze and asked, "Have you eaten?" ”

In order not to let myself fall asleep, I simply took out my mobile phone while smoking and checked things, on the one hand, I saw that the hot pot in Bashu was well evaluated, and I took Lao Lu and Pudding to rub it at night. On the other hand, check the ticket for tonight, I think I will be able to go back to Xiamen. I don't expect to hear anything useful from Han Benchu's mouth, this guy is obviously unreliable, he called a few of us to him, but he couldn't talk a fart at all, he was pulling his dog the whole time, I thought forget it, anyway, I'm here to try my luck.

But at this time, Han Benchu said to us: "Don't worry, the real horror is behind......