Chapter 2: 2

The vision quickly disappeared. 

Wei Yuan came back to his senses, folded his fingers, and hesitantly he looked at the table.

The waist medal was lying there quietly, the same as how it looked just now.

However, there were words, together with an image of a pair of red embroidered shoes, with red soles and golden tracing that appeared on the paper. It looked glowing, rather demonically bizarre. The burning sensation on Wei Yuan’s fingers had not dissipated, there came a burst of tingling, telling him that what just happened was not his imagination.

　　So, this waist token was the mark of the identity of the gentleman, the Sili lieutenant. Since he had taken this token, did he have to catch the owner of these red embroidered shoes? Well, that meant catching the ghosts?

　　This matter somehow reflected something bizarre.

　　He had been bold since his childhood. He reached out and grabbed the waist medal, tossed it over and over again to gauge its weight, there was no difference, and then he stretched out to touch the white paper. There was no tingling sensation, Wei Yuan frowned, and his eyes fell on the computer next to him.

　　………………

　　A few moments later.

　　Wei Yuan’s fingers ran on the keyboard, the searcher would have records about the Sili lieutenant displayed. Without blinking his eyes, he stared at the text above. On the side, there was the image of a strange crouching tiger waist medal and the white paper which produced many words.

　　”The Sili-Lieutenant, formerly known as the Crouching Tiger.”

　　He was a military officer in ancient times of China.

　　He is in charge of the capital and the external counties, he would reform anything.

　　Among the feudal lords, relatives, and the three dukes, there was no discrimination between honorifics or inferiority.

　　Into the palace, those who opened the middle way were called the messengers. In every meeting, the one who first arrived would be the first to go.

　　Wei Yuan finished reading the information and closed his eyes.

　　Other than that, entering the imperial of the royal court, who arrived the last would be the first to go. The person must be truly in high power but it was just concerning the ancient ombudsman, and it had nothing to do with the white paper stating the matter concerning witchcraft and the strange force of the spirits.

　　Unless those who regulated were not only the people but also the goblins and ghosts in the states and counties.

　　Tapping the keyboard and turning to the information on another page, Wei Yuan continued reading.

　　It was the name list.

　　It mentioned the prominent characters in the Han dynasty, the last few officers of the Sili-Lieutenant.

　　First was Zhang Fei, and after Zhang Fei’s death, there came Zhuge.

　　Cao Cao also held the post of military officer back then.

　　To say that these people could cut off the demons, Wei Yuan found that it was not difficult for him to accept.

　　He looked at the quiet waist medal, and casually typed down the three words ‘red embroidered shoes’ on the browser, he began to search. However, there was no helpful news, in addition to those strange but plausible ghost stories in the posting bar. On a certain treasured home page, it was mentioned a few hot selling red-embroidered soft shoes, which looked ancient, still reflected the ancient taste.

　　Just as he was about to turn off his phone, he suddenly glanced at a posting in a bar and casually clicked on it.

　　(There was a case in the city of Fuchun District, the death of a young girl. Alas! It’s unknown who did it.
Everybody in the city should be careful. It might be a psychopathic murderer or something like that. It is suggested that young girls do not go out at night. To those who are home alone also don’t forget to lock the door!)

　　Fuchun neighborhood?

　　Wasn’t that the adjacent place?

　　For some moment, Wei Yuan stopped dead in his tracks. slid down the page to continue to see, and click on the post. It looked a little bit blurry, likely it was secretly photographed. It was a picture of a woman masked with a white cloth. He could only see the long, thick black hair, which seemed to just have been washed. Some water was still dripping from the hair. There was a pair of red embroidered shoes adorned with a three-inch golden lotus on her feet, which were dripping with blood.

　　Let modern people wear the ancient dregs of the three-inch golden lotus, no wonder it was said to be perverted.

　　”It’s a pity to die young.”

　　Wei Yuan sighed in his heart, attention fell on the red embroidered shoes, with the red soles and golden depiction. The shoes looked demonic and bizarre but on the other hand, they also reflected an indescribable sense of grace and beauty. An inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged. Wei Yuan turned to the paper, with no difference in the details. He subconsciously clicked the picture to zoom in to get a closer look but to no avail, the photo had been deleted by the administrator. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

　　But he was able to confirm that the embroidered shoes which were worn on the deceased’s feet in the picture just now were the same as the image on the white paper.

　　He recalled the posting I saw just now.

        And after the wailing siren of the police car was heard, the waist medal reacted. It was clear that the red embroidered shoes had been taken away, and Wei Yuan’s heart more or less settled down. There were no more surprises and bewilderment.

　　This was the natural trust that people living in modern China had in the police.

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　　Since the shoes had been taken away by the police, he could not get his hands on them and then apprehended them, and, even if they were not taken away, he did not intend to follow the white paper to apprehend the red embroidered shoes.

　　Even if he had the strength to face it, it was none of his business whether or not the other party would perform a religious ceremony for the deceased.

　　Not to mention that he did not have much strength. It’s unwise if he was so simply-mindedly going to deal with the ghost of the red embroidered shoes. That meant looking for death. Whatever one does, one has to take into account one’s power. It was not in such a way that someone looked for death.

　　”Though I can’t afford to mess with you, still I can manage to hide.”

         Wei Yuan muttered twice, casually closed the web page, and opened the job network to continue to send resumes when he found that he had failed an entrance examination. He had missed the recruitment period, at the moment, recruiting companies were limited, not to mention that the city of Quan was not large, and not very developed. There were not many places that wanted to recruit workers. He had just circled and sent a few emails.

　　Then he continued to clean up the small house.

　　It was in the evening when he finished doing all those things. Wei Yuan casually soaked a bowl of noodles and later he swallowed it whole, after that, he lay close-lying in bed.

　　After a tiring whole day of carrying luggage and cleaning the house, exhausted Wei Yuan soon fell into a deep sleep.

　　Concerning that crouching tiger waist medal or the so-called arrest warrant, he had no intention to wade through the muddy waters. However, in the next community happened a murder case, and there may be ghosts. Thinking of it, he felt a little scared in his heart.  Through this object, he could examine the ghosts. In his heart, he had the intention to use the crouching tiger waist medal as a talisman, and casually he placed it on the bedside wardrobe.

　　Wei Yuan soon fell asleep, dazed and dreaming.

　　…………

　　He was in a strange place.

　　It was in a building, a three-story wooden building with red satins hanging on the upper floors.

　　It was foggy, with silky fog covering the surrounding of the building. It was the faint flow of crispy sound, it was the singing sound, which sounded like the voice of a female singer in an opera performance. Besides, …… there was the flowing sound of a river around, a small river, the sound of the water percolating in the foggy surrounding, at one moment seemed to be near, while another moment seemed to be far.

　　Wei Yuan couldn’t restrain himself from entering this foggy scene.

　　He walked to a quadrangular courtyard.

　　The way he came seemed to vanish away. There were four units of three-story wooden buildings, surrounded by a four-sided courtyard. Originally the red satins hanging over there had somehow turned into white, hovering over the foggy scene, producing the swishing sound.

　　In the middle of the scene, there was a crooked-necked old acacia tree that had withered. The branches and forks of the tree were draped with white silk.

　　Under that tree, there was a well with a four-sided stone well.

　　The sound of water flowing out of the well.

　　A woman was sitting at the edge of the well, looking downwards at Wei Yuan. Under her feet, was a pair of red soles soft shoes that depicted a three-inch golden lotus.

　　Between him and the woman, there lay the four-sided well, the sound of water became clearer and clearer.

　　Suddenly.

　　There came to Wei Yuan’s ear, a low, angry roar of tiger, burst out violently. The roar made his eyes dizzy. It was a muffled grunt, seemingly making the whole heaven and earth break into pieces, Wei Yuan only felt his body sink, and dropped down fiercely. Eventually, the woman in red shoes shrieked out, her face looked miserable white and her dark eyes looked dark with no sclera white in the eyeballs.

　　”Well …… what time is it?”

　　It was the house in Quan city, Wei Yuan opened his eyes in a daze and yawned.

　　Since the fleshy mortal eyes couldn’t see ghosts, the memory was also difficult to recall the ghost dreams. He could not remember what he just dreamed. Just did not know why he suddenly woke up. He reached out for the phone under the pillow and looked at the time. It was 3:00 am for the time being.

　　In ancient times before dawn, when the moon was at its peak, it was about to wane, and the sun was about to rise, and day and night came alternately.

　　It was also the time when moonlight was extremely strong.

　　Outside dogs were barking furiously, and night cats howling like crying babies, Wei Yuan yawned, got up, and poured a cup of warm water into the glass. The ground looked a little wet as if there was a spilled glass of water. On the bedside wardrobe, the crouching tiger medal was still lying quietly. While Wei Yuan was lying on the bed and leaning against the pillow, he habitually swiped the phone, it was only light there, coming from his mobile, reflecting on his face.

　　”Dingdong, you have a new email.”

　　Wei Yuan was slightly surprised, was it the right time to reply to the email?

　　He clicked on the email.

　　It’s a job application notice, five thousand in January, with food and accommodation, the destination place ……

　　He opened the photo attached to the email, there was an image of a painted green old-fashioned windowsill, coated with peeling dried paint, because of the wind and sun. Behind the window, he could see many shelves. The nearest one with a few characters was made of white paper, and their lips were bloody red, not only did it look like crying but it somehow also looked like laughing.

　　”The folklore museum ……”

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