Requiem Chapter 1 Two Copper Coins
Two copper coins, round outside and square inside. The blind man weighed them lightly in his palm, rolled his eyes, recited a string of difficult hexagrams, and threw them into the air .
"Ding" the copper coins collided, spinning into a butterfly flower, which deflected a few times and fell down obediently.
The blind man's ears twitched, and he reached out with his withered hand to the source of the sound. However, he never expected that his grab would end in vain.
And the two copper coins are now lying quietly in another person's hands.
"Master, how is business today?"
The blind man's hand trembled, and without saying a word, he grabbed the small flag of "Iron Mouth Divination" beside him and was about to run away.
"Don't worry, I'm not a city management officer!"
"And who are you?"
"Old buddy," the man in black put his mouth close to his ear.
"Yin Hui? It's you! Oh, I was so scared, so scared... You didn't even inform me before coming. Did you deliberately want to laugh at me?" The blind man stroked his heaving chest in fear.
"Haha." Yin Hui smiled and agreed without further explanation: "How is business?"
The blind man sneezed and said angrily, "It's probably because of your curse. I was rushed from East Street to South Street by the Urban Management Bureau early in the morning. I just sat down on South Street and was chased to Sanlitun Street. I finally got a woman to come and tell my fortune. She said that I always touched her hand and wanted an old cow to eat young grass. Not only did she not give me any fortune-telling money, she also slapped me in the face. My old face is still burning!" "Damn it, I have encountered all the bad luck that I have never encountered in my eight lifetimes."
"Damn, so miserable? Then have a cigarette to calm down!" Yin Hun took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and threw it over.
The blind man picked up the cigarette and sniffed it: "What brand is it? Don't try to fool me with Daqianmen!"
"Don't worry, it's an authentic soft panda!" Yin Hun smiled and lit it with a lighter.
The blind man didn't refuse. He squinted his eyes, crossed his legs, and puffed out smoke, looking like he was enjoying it.
"Now you can answer my question!" Yin Hun wiped his nose.
"explain!"
"Tonight's divination!" A truck roared past Yin Hun from behind, and the strong wind it brought blew away the piles of gold and silver paper money on the ground.
"Look at my two copper coins..." said the blind man lightly.
Yin Hui understood and slowly spread out his five fingers: "Both are the opposite!"
The blind man sighed slightly: "On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, it is forbidden to get married, travel, wear red clothes, and do anything else!"
After saying this, he touched the stall with his hand and picked up the radio that accompanied him day and night: "The following is our station's consultation. It is reported that there have been many homicides in our city in the past week. The criminals are cruel and most of their targets are single women. It is now suspected that the crime was committed by people from other places. The police have intervened in the investigation. Please pay attention to safety."
"Pop." Yin Hui reached out and turned off the radio: "He hasn't left yet?"
The blind man stroked his goat beard and said, "Hmm! Another one died last night, and he was nearby. What? Did you find anything?"
"Nothing!" Yin Hui also lit a cigarette and sat aside in frustration: "I have to say this guy hid very well."
"And you?"
"Me?" The blind man smiled and nodded. Seeing the old man putting on such a show, Yin Hun's eyes lit up immediately and he quickly grabbed his arm: "Hurry up and tell me!"
"The rest!" The blind man spread out his hands, not releasing the eagle until he saw the rabbit.
"Half?" Yin Hun asked tentatively.
The blind man shook his head.
"June 4th?" Yin Hun frowned.
The blind man continued to shake his head.
"Seventy-three?" Yin Hun's voice trembled a little.
But the blind man still shook his head.
"Then how much do you want!"
"All mine!" the blind man laughed.
"Deal!" Yin Hun gritted his teeth and threw the whole bag of soft pandas over.
"Now you can talk!"
The blind man put the cigarette in his arms with satisfaction: "Fool, don't you smell a faint smell of blood? Southeast, there is still time to go now!"
"Damn it, you old bastard, why didn't you tell me earlier? I'll settle with you next time!" When the blind man heard the words, Yin Hun had disappeared.
"Hey! If you had told me earlier, would you have given me a cigarette?" The blind man smiled, packed up his things, and slowly disappeared into the night, leaning on the fortune-telling flag.
A huge blood-red full moon hung in the dim sky, casting the clouds into a strange black and red color, as if they were a piece of solidified blood.
When the woman came out of the disco, it was already past ten o'clock. The air was humid and there was a dull and depressing feeling. There were faint flashes of lightning in the thick dark clouds in the sky. It seemed that there would be a storm tonight.
A taxi stopped beside her, the driver rolled down the window, stuck his head out and asked her where she was going. The woman shook her head and walked away.
She was forced to drink several bottles of foreign liquor today, and her head is still groggy. The strong wind outside is just right to help her sober up. Besides, the way home is not far, only about ten minutes on foot.
Although it was very late at night, the city showed no sign of sleeping. The street lights, car lights, and neon lights hanging all over the streets made the streets look like a rosy cloud.
After walking along the road for about five minutes, the wind suddenly picked up. The willow branches on the side of the road were picked up by the strong wind and danced wildly, casting messy shadows on the ground, like the waving hands of a drowning person.
The originally dark sky gradually turned a light pink, and a storm was about to come.
The woman thought dejectedly: It seems that it will be difficult to get home before this time.
Suddenly, she remembered a shortcut. There was an alley just a few steps ahead. She could walk through the alley, turn a corner, and cross the street to get home. It would only take three or four minutes. She had known this road for a long time and had walked it once during the day, but the alley was full of garbage cans and there was always a foul smell in the air, so after walking there once, she never walked there again. There were no street lights in the alley, so she always felt a little scared walking there at night. But it was better than getting wet in the rain. It was only a three-minute journey.
Thinking of this, she took two quick steps and turned into the dark alley.
The strong wind blew through the long alley, making a strange "woohoo" sound, like crying in the darkness. A mouse suddenly slipped past her feet, making a "squeak" sound, scaring the woman into a cold sweat. After walking in the darkness for a while, the woman began to regret choosing such an empty path just to take a shortcut.
The sound of footsteps suddenly rang out. Although they were very light, they still did not escape the woman's keen ears.
She looked back and it was pitch black, but there seemed to be a vague shadow in the darkness.
The woman suddenly remembered the serial murder case that had been making headlines in the news these days. It was said that the murderer specialized in killing single women at night. So far, five women had died at his hands. It was said that the deaths were extremely horrific and they must have suffered a lot of torture before they died. However, the police had no way to deal with this serial murder case. They had cast a wide net several times, but they still couldn't figure out whether the criminal was a round or a square.
The woman found herself shivering, no, not because of the night wind, but because of the fear that chilled her to the core of her heart.
She ran away. The footsteps behind her became hurried and louder. It seemed that the person behind her was catching up with her. The four or five minutes of walking suddenly became very long, as if it would never end. The flickering street lights a hundred meters away seemed to have turned into stars in the sky, out of reach.
Faster, faster, faster. As long as you can run under the street light, there will be pedestrians and you will be safe then.
The lights were getting closer and closer, and the voices of passers-by could be faintly heard. The woman felt a little relieved, but this feeling was soon swallowed up by fear. Her long hair was grabbed by someone and then pulled back violently, and the whole person was pulled to the ground.
"Help..." Before she could even shout for help, a cold hand covered her mouth.
Lightning flashed in the sky, instantly illuminating the woman's frightened face. Then thunder sounded, drowning out the sound of the woman kicking over the trash can as she struggled.
The next moment, the first raindrop finally fell...
