The Hangzhou Bay Bridge, the speeding cars, the endless sea, everything is so familiar. A year ago, I began a strange and dangerous experience along this path.

A year ago, I probably wouldn't have imagined that the stress of life would give me a heavy slap in the face. And I was like a reservoir dog, slapped by this palm and fell to the bottom of the muddy water.

My name is Ye Feng and I am 24 years old.

"Duolun Road, in front of Hongde Church, etc."

Before I arrived at the South Station, the information had already arrived.

Duolun Road Cultural Celebrity Street, former residences of celebrities, collection museums, cafes...... There are old-fashioned western-style buildings everywhere, exuding a petty bourgeois atmosphere. There are a lot of pedestrians on the road, there are tour groups with flags, there are also lovers taking wedding photos, and I would have loved to visit here before, but now, I just want to find the church.

Circling around for a while, a loud voice stopped me.

"Ye Feng!"

I looked back and saw a young man sitting at a flower bed not far from me, waving to me.

"Are you...... Monsters, monsters? I was stunned for a moment before I remembered that it was him.

The monster changed, he had a flat head, sunglasses, and a thick gold chain around his neck, and he looked at me with a wicked smile. The ruffian looks like a horse boy next to the underworld boss.

"What are you looking for, Hongdetang is here!" The monster pointed to the palace-like Chinese building beside him.

Only then did I notice that there was a horizontal plaque of "Hongde Hall" hanging on the top of this old house, and there was a circle of gold letters on the plaque that read "God Loves the World", and above it was a large red cross.

I didn't expect this Chinese-style building to be a church!

"I can't think of it, this is called, selling dog meat with a sheep's head!" The yokai pointed to the church.

"They're in there?" I asked.

"Of course not, come with me."

The youkai grabbed me as he spoke, and led me to a place where there were fewer people.

"You kid, you were kidnapped by the eagle, I really don't understand, why were you fooled by him?" The youkai smacked his lips and looked at me.

"Rich." I say.

He smiled and shook his head and sighed.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't do it?" I asked him.

"Don't mention it, if I have to choose, I'm going to continue to do this? You are young and you don't understand, this kind of project with such a high winning rate, no matter how much money you have, Lao Tzu will not want to do it. I kind of understand a sentence now, what is called people in the rivers and lakes can't help themselves......" The monster rolled his eyes.

"Where are we going now?" The youkai kept complaining, and I saw that he was taking me further and further away, and asked.

"I'll take you to meet them, these people, I'm speechless, I'll be killed by an eagle one day. Called this time, I said it was ****, what a thing, I knew it was a liar when I looked at the dress, and it was according to who Lin Xiaomao was doing! The monster walked all the way, nagging all the way, listening to the meaning of his words, it was like the eagle had invited someone to come over.

The monster led me into an old house with no lights on. At first, I thought it was a house, but when I went in, I found that it was full of old goods, such as a hanging statue of Chairman Mao, kerosene lamps, old-fashioned pots and pans, and old golden lotus shoes. There is a glass display case at the entrance of this thrift store, and the most conspicuous position on the display cabinet is a postcard signed with the three big characters "Hua Guofeng", and I don't know if it is true or not.

The shopkeeper didn't look at us when he saw us coming in. The youkai led me all the way inside, up to the attic. The wooden staircase of the old house creaked and creaked loudly. The house smelled of wood mixed with varnish, and I suddenly felt like I had traveled back in time to the thirties and forties of the last century. It's a depressing feeling, like I'm doing underground work, about to enter the enemy zone to get information, and my life is in danger at any time. But soon I traveled back in time and became nervous, as if I had given up playing with my peers on a Saturday and Sunday in elementary school, and was forced to go to the teacher's house to attend tutoring classes, unwilling to but had to go to class.

I tried to restrain my uneasiness and make myself look less nervous.

The yokai opens the innermost door on the left-hand side of the attic. The room was small, dim, and smoky, and there were a few people around a rectangular coffee table, as if talking about something.

The eagle saw that it was me and beckoned me in. After a few pleasantries, I honestly sat down in the empty seat next to the eagle. Ning Fanzi sat across from me.

Things seem to be a lot better than I thought they would be, and I think I'm pretty calm.

Sitting inside the coffee table were two strangers, a big man and a small one. That little man is supposed to be what the youkai call a "liar", and I finally know why the youkai feel cheated. But he misremembered the object of the imitation. It's not Lin Xiaomao, it's Mao Xiaofang. With a Chinese face and a mustache, this person is too similar to Mao Xiaofang, who is often the chief of the Taoist, whether it is his appearance or dress, he is exactly the same.

And the big man next to him doesn't look like a good kind at all. The man also has a national face, but with high cheekbones, slender eyes, a high nose bridge and a pointed nose, he looks like he is Mongolian. He looked at me with a blank face and a very sharp and unceremonious look in his eyes.

"This is Xiao Ye, a nice young man, he went to Xinjiang with us last time." The eagle patted me on the shoulder and said, but then turned his head and said to me, "This is Qiu Ying."

The youkai yawned at this time, intentionally or unintentionally.

The eagle glared at him and continued to introduce me: "Qiu Ye is the descendant of the Thirteen Uniques, and this time, he will take us to the Northeast." ”

"Thirteen Uniques...... The organization that swept the sands? "The picture that came to my mind immediately came to mind from an unidentified corpse in the main burial chamber.

"Yes." The eagle nodded.

Is this man a descendant of that organization? I was shocked in my heart, and it felt like I had seen a living fossil.

"Mr. Ying, since everyone is together, let's go."

Qiu Ying glanced at his Nokia straight phone and whispered.

His voice was oppressive and harsh, like the sound of some kind of duck being pinched in its throat, and like the sound of a cracked broken gong being struck, reaching my ears like sandpaper scraping my eardrums, extremely uncomfortable.

I glanced at him when I got up, and I don't know how to describe his eyes, but I can be sure that this tomb robber, who resembles Mao Xiaofang and has the same name as the Ming Dynasty painter Qiu Ying, is not a liar as the monster claims.