The man looked at me and sneered: "The child was playing with matches and accidentally lit the neighbor's firewood stack and burned the whole family. In the eyes of the child, I didn't do anything, nothing more than playing with a match the length of a little finger, and for the neighbor's family, it was a catastrophe. You get the idea. ”

I guess I understood, he was talking about me, saying that I had inadvertently ruined his big thing. But don't say it, this person doesn't seem to know him, and I can't really say when I offended him.

I was pondering when the man motioned for me to follow him, and we exited the train station. The whole city is really an old building before liberation, and you can often see it in movies, with heavy snowfall, not many people on the road, and occasionally you can see cars, many of which are pulled by rickshaws.

The man put on a top hat and hit two rickshaws at the gate of the train station. We got into the rickshaw separately, the man's one in the front, mine in the back, and the two car owners pulled the car and ran wildly in the snow.

The night was hazy, and after turning a few alleys, we saw the street not far away, where there were Japanese soldiers with swords and guns, and their big scalp boots were rattling in the snow, and they were walking along the street in front, and they didn't know where to go.

Our two cars hung far behind, not far behind. Although it was cold and the cold wind was raging, I was covered in cold sweat. It's one thing to watch movies and TV series, but when you really want to be in that era, you really see the Japanese soldiers on the streets, and the depression in your heart can't be described in words.

After walking for a while, the Japanese soldiers stopped in front of a Washington mansion. There were signs hanging at the door, barbed wire fences were pulled, and there were some horse rejection bags, machine guns mounted, and they were heavily guarded. The man stopped the car, sent the two car owners back, and we walked to the second floor of a restaurant opposite, asked for tea, and stared condescendingly.

Three Japanese dressed as onmyoji, commanding the soldiers, moved down the iron box, entered the gate of Washington, and went straight inside.

The man said coldly: "Wait for my news here, I have a way to take you in." He stood up and went downstairs like a gust of wind.

I drank the tea, the temperature was very low and about the same as ice water, and it smelled earthy. Take a sip and spit it out. In winter, it was getting darker and darker, and I was so cold that I shivered with my shoulders in my arms. This cold reminds me of what I encountered in a small bathhouse in the northeast not long ago.

Now I recall that weird little bathhouse, like something that happened in my previous life, ethereal to the point of unreality, like a dream.

It was getting darker and darker, and there was no one in the restaurant to greet me, and I was so cold that I closed the window.

Just then, a woman came up from downstairs and said, "Come with me." ”

I couldn't stand the cold, so I followed her out of the restaurant, she led the way in front, I followed behind, and I didn't go far to the front of the Washington mansion that the Japanese had blocked.

I don't know when there was an extra stick of incense in the woman's hand, which had been lit, and the incense was smoking.

She looked at me, "You have to remember that we can only come out before the incense is extinguished, otherwise they will find out." ”

I don't understand, what is the logical relationship between burning incense and entering the Japanese headquarters, and the Japanese devils who light incense will not see us? Is this a spell?

I didn't dare to ask more, and followed her forward, not daring to go too far.

When we arrived at the gate, the bayonets of the Japanese soldiers were lit up, and a few headlights shone in front of the door as bright as day, and my heart was pounding, as fast as a drum. The woman didn't stop, she went straight inside, I secretly complained, so I could only follow hard.

When I passed by the Japanese soldiers, they didn't even look at us, and I was terrified to see the white smoke coming out of the incense sticks in the women's hands.

So he passed the gate all the way to the courtyard of Hessesen, and the woman stood in a dark corner, holding incense: "You go in and look for it, remember to come back before the incense is extinguished, otherwise it will be too late." ”

I had to go into the main building, and I was stupid as soon as I entered, the hall was brilliantly lit, and there were oil paintings hanging on all sides, which was magnificent. There were Japanese soldiers standing guard in all corners, and several Japanese in officer uniforms were chatting, all with swords at their waists.

I went down the spiral staircase to the second floor, to the end of the hallway, and pushed open the doors one by one to check. I speculate that in order to find the tin box, it is first necessary to determine where the three onmyoji are.

After walking around the second floor and finding nothing, I went straight up to the third floor. The soundproofing is very good, and when I got to the third floor, it seemed to block out the hustle and bustle and luxury below, and I checked the room, the rooms were all tatami structures, wooden doors and cotton paper windows, and the walls of the corridor depicted murals of ancient Japanese bushido.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard a voice from behind a wooden door, the sound of drinking and lewdness. I was lying on my stomach through the crack in the door and looking in, two Japanese men in oversized kimonos were drinking and playing, and it was the two male onmyoji. There were several women across from them, with big white faces, dancing.

At a glance, I saw a tin box in the corner, the door ajar, and the inside was black as if it contained something.

I didn't dare to say anything, and watched quietly. After looking at it for a while, the two men still had no intention of stopping. I was secretly anxious, if they continued to dance for one night, I would be exposed as soon as the incense was extinguished, and then I would be caught by the gendarmerie and punished, it would be worse than death. I can imagine all the torture.

At this time, there was the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and I quickly hid behind a pot of flowers. It was a woman in a kimono who came, it was a female onmyoji, she opened the door and walked in, and soon heard the three of them talking quickly in Japanese, as if they were arguing, and the dancing women were thrown out, and after a while, the three of them also came out, and the lights inside were turned off.

I was secretly happy in my heart, God helped me.

When they were all gone, I tiptoed open the wooden door and walked in. It was so cold that I shivered from the cold, so I went straight to the tin box and pulled the door open, and it was so dark inside that I couldn't see what it was.

I gritted my teeth, reached in and touched something.

It was a rattan box, and it felt like an ordinary mountaineering bag. I carefully took it out and placed it on my lap. There are two thin straps in front of the rattan box, and at the front of the band are two bone sticks the size of pins, which are pinned to the hidden buckles.

Because I was so nervous and my hands were shaking, I didn't take it out several times. Then I took a deep breath and calmed down for a few seconds, and I took the button off.

It should be what men are looking for.

I don't want to take this thing to myself, but it's not that intense because of my curiosity. I wanted to open it here because the whole box is too hard to hold, and it would save you some effort by just taking out the most critical things inside.

I opened the box.

There was a wooden box inside. The wooden box is a little heavy to pick up, and the white drawing is carved with the pattern of mountain forest pine trees, and the style looks very similar to Japanese ukiyo-e.

To be honest, I'm a little afraid to open it, this box looks a bit like an urn.

The cold and nervousness made me shiver all over my body and I could drop lice, so I couldn't bear the anxiety and still opened the box.

When the box was opened, I was stunned, the box itself was not large, but it was full of black gas, and it looked like an abyss. These black gases are very strange, condensed but not dispersed, and they are chaotic in the large space of the box.

I vaguely felt something in the black air, and I mustered up the courage to reach in and slowly take it out.

I was stupid as soon as I took it out. It's actually a slimy finger, and the surface looks like it's waxed.

Strange, the Japanese traveled thousands of miles to use knives and guns, and the thing that was protected by the train was just a finger? It's weird.

Why is this finger so familiar? I pondered and suddenly remembered. A long time ago, Cao Yuan stuffed a dream flower in my pillow in order to spoil me, I cut open the pillow, poured out the petals, and held such a person's finger in the petals. It's also sticky, like a layer of wax.

Could it be that this is what the man wants?

I didn't have time to think about it, so I put the wooden box back into the rattan box, stuffed the rattan box back into the tin box, and covered the door as it was.

The most important thing is the finger, take it out and you can make a difference. I hid my fingers in my pocket, turned around and left, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw a Japanese woman standing outside, who was none other than a female onmyoji.

She is dressed in a black kimono, her hair is tied in a bun, her face is extremely pale, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are hanging.

I was startled and continued to walk, when she jerked me back into the house and closed the wooden door. She could see me. I thought to myself, it must be the incense that has gone out.

The Japanese woman walked barefoot and walked to the paper lamp with small steps to light it. The lights were faintly lit in the room, and it was still bitterly cold.

I shuddered, my brain almost numb, and I remembered the report I saw out of nowhere that people lose their body temperature at low temperatures, and before they die, they will see all kinds of strange and strange worlds.

Many of the climbers who were found dead on the snow-capped mountains had strange expressions on their faces before they died.

My brain was numb from the cold, everything in front of me was ethereal, and I vaguely saw this Japanese woman lying on a tatami mat. Her hair was in a bun, her black hair was spread out like a waterfall, her feet were wearing white socks like snow, her ankles were extremely beautiful, and her whole person was like a black snake winding its way on the tatami mat and crawling in front of me.

She was close to me, and the cold air came out of her mouth, and my whole body was so cold that my whole bone was about to freeze. The whole person is like a statue, almost unable to think and unable to move.

The woman leaned against my body like a snake and began to linger, two long, smooth arms swimming back and forth. I looked at her with difficulty, and her face was as white as a dead man.

"Come on, give it to me." She muttered.

I still have a remnant of my sanity, and I want to get out of this room, but I can't move. Just when I was in a daze, I vaguely heard a faint and eager voice from the corner of the wall: "Little golden boy, you have to keep your sanity, and don't let go of your yang essence!" ”

It's Cheng Hai.