Watching the colorful scarves curl and burn in the flames and turn into ashes, Shen Jiming's heart slowly calmed down.

Life or death, no one can control themselves.

Maybe Su Meimei can live a happier and better life in another world.

Although Shen Jiming himself didn't believe in the theory that there were underworld and ghosts, he had to think like this, comfort himself like this, and only in this way could he weaken some of the guilt in his heart.

"Su Meimei, your murderer has been caught, and Qi Zhenghai, the initiator of this incident, has also committed suicide by jumping off the building, if you know everything from the spring, go to reincarnation, and be a truly happy and long-lived woman in the next life......"

Shen Jiming muttered softly, threw a few colorful banknotes in the box into the flames, and then he took out a thin platinum necklace from his pocket, gently placed it under the tombstone, and then lit a cigarette for himself, silently watching the burning flames and the green smoke rising in the drizzle.

Half an hour later, the flames were completely extinguished.

Shen Jiming put away the carton and was about to leave, but when he left, his eyes swept over the burned paper ashes, and he couldn't help frowning, and he found that the few colorful banknotes didn't seem to be burning.

Curious, Shen Jiming brushed aside the paper ash with his hand, and several banknotes were completely exposed, and sure enough, they were still intact.

What kind of banknote is this made of?

Shen Jiming picked out a few banknotes and shook them a few times, and was surprised to find that there was no plaster on them.

Shen Jiming, who is not afraid of fire, is also the first time to see it, and it is not stained with water and dust, it is estimated that it should be a high-tech material, so he couldn't help but look at it one by one, three are worth one hundred, four are worth fifty, and the rest are twenty and ten, adding up to a total of more than six hundred, there is no number on the banknote and there is no issuing bank, and the words are very strange, it seems to be ...... Shen Jiming remembered the ancient tomb dug up on the construction site, and these words were very similar to the symbols on those broken stone slabs.

It's a pity that those stone slabs have been sealed by the archaeological team of the Cultural Relics Bureau, and they can't be seen if they want to see it.

Shen Jiming put the banknotes back into his backpack, then glanced at Su Meimei's tombstone again before turning to leave.

At this time, it was close to six o'clock, the rain was getting denser and denser, and the thin mist was wafting in the cemetery, and the whole cemetery was silent and ethereal, completely like being in another world, and it was incompatible with the bustling city close at hand.

The mossy steps were extremely slippery, Shen Jiming had just taken two steps, and his feet slipped and he planted it, "poof~" arched into the grass, but just as he stood up with a branch, he suddenly saw a black wallet falling from the grass.

Nima, is this a blessing in disguise?

Shen Jiming got up crying and laughing, and found that the knee of his pants had been worn out with a hole.

He opened his wallet and found that there was no ID card inside, only a few bank cards and more than a thousand yuan, including a metal card.

The card is very exquisitely made, black and gold, it seems to be a kind of VIP card, there is no name and no phone number on it, there is only one address: Silver Moon Club, No. 50 Huangcheng Street, welcome on the night of the full moon.

Shen Jiming stuffed his wallet into his backpack, and then limped out of the cemetery.

Back to the rented house in the city, Shen Jiming took a shower and changed clothes, and then went to the hospital to visit his mother, and when he came back, it was almost eleven o'clock in the night.

Shen Jiming lay on the bed, thinking about what happened in the cemetery, and couldn't help but take out the colorful banknotes and look at them again, and then turned on his laptop to check the origin of these banknotes, but after he looked at almost thousands of banknote patterns on the earth on a website called Jicoin.com, he didn't find any banknotes with similar patterns at all.

Is it a craft-like thing?

Shen Jiming was very puzzled, put away the banknotes and took out the wallet he picked up, confirmed that there was no information left by the owner in it, and searched the Silver Moon Club at No. 50 Huangcheng Street with the map on his mobile phone in curiosity, and what made his eyes fall was that the map actually reminded that this location did not exist.

Huangcheng Street Shen Jiming knows that it is the most central old city location in Yizhou City, it is said that it was originally the street at the gate of Liu Bei's Dashu Palace during the Three Kingdoms, although Liu Bei's palace does not know where it is buried, but Huangcheng Street has also become an old street with the same name as Kuanzhai Alley, where there are more bars and clubs, but there is no such No. 50 Shen Jiming really doesn't know, because he has never been to play, because he heard that the consumption there is ridiculously expensive, and he can't afford to eat noodles every day.

Looking at the words welcome on the full moon night on the card, Shen Jiming felt that this meeting was all pretending to be suspicious, but he still checked it on his mobile phone and found that the day after tomorrow turned out to be the Mid-Autumn Festival on the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, which was the night of the full moon.

Put away your cards and wallet and turn off the lights.

Shen Jiming tossed and turned on the bed.

On this lonely and cold rainy night, listening to the sound of the dripping rain outside the window, he suddenly remembered Xia Wenwen, and then remembered that he hadn't had a headache for half a month recently, and he didn't know if the tumor in his head was cancer.

Shen Jiming focused his attention on his head, and slowly saw a gray thing the size of a pigeon's egg, which seemed to be flowing slowly, looking at it, he slowly let out a slight snoring and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Shen Jiming hurriedly went to the courier company after breakfast.

A few days ago, he found that there were a lot of packages recently, and it turned out that it was already the Mid-Autumn Festival, and everyone was sending moon cake gift boxes to each other.

When Shen Jiming arrived at the company, sure enough, the warehouse was piled up again, and more than a dozen couriers had already filled a car full of packages and set off one after another.

For a whole morning, Shen Jiming sent more than 100 packages non-stop, and then remembered his aunt and mother who were still in the hospital, so he went to the supermarket to buy a box of moon cakes, and returned to the company to load the goods, but he didn't expect the boss to send another box, Shen Jiming thought about it for a while, and pasted a courier note after packing the box he bought, writing Xia Wenwen's address, because he didn't have a phone number, so he didn't write it at all, and asked a colleague who was on the way to help bring it closer to the tannery and entrust the courier there to help deliver it to Xia Wenwen as soon as possible.

Watching the moon cakes being sent away, Shen Jiming couldn't help but be a little upset.

What is this, I thought I was dying, so I quickly rejected Xia Wenwen, but I was thinking about giving her a box of moon cakes, shouldn't I be ruthless to forget her? or be forgotten by her?

Shen Jiming was a little absent-minded all afternoon, almost delivered the wrong package several times, and was busy until more than seven o'clock in the evening before resting, he felt that he was about to collapse from exhaustion.