Ning Qiushui had too many doubts in her heart.
"Do you know who sent you this letter?"
The boy sitting next to him shook his head.
"I don't know, it just came out of the blue and it wasn't signed."
"But the above content should not be false, because shortly after I received the letter, my sister told me about the Shelter and the Mist World."
"Isn't that where you are from?"
The voices of the two of them were very low, and the curtain blocked the conversation, so the young man standing next to his grandfather couldn't hear them.
Ning Qiushui was a little surprised that the boy could remember things in the misty world.
People who are not selected by the Mist World will soon forget it even if they learn about the things in the Mist World.
But he soon thought of the letter the little boy had received.
Could it be... is it because of that letter?
"If you listened to your sister tell you, you should know how dangerous that place really is."
"I know, it's a world of ghosts."
"But I'm not afraid."
"Even if I die on the road, it is a relief for me."
Ning Qiushui opened his lips. He wanted to reject the young man in front of him.
But he couldn't say it.
"I'll leave you my contact information. I'll ask the people in the hut later to make sure."
Jun Luyuan took the contact information Ning Qiushui gave him and whispered thank you.
Ning Qiushui shook her head, gave him a few instructions, then took a taxi back to her home and fell asleep.
When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
Ning Qiushui found a missed call on her cell phone, which was called by "Mole" this morning.
After he connected, a familiar voice came from the other end.
"'Coffin', I didn't find any useful information in that picture last time."
"There was only one fortune teller, who was very thin. After looking at this picture, he started chatting with me. He grabbed me afterwards and insisted on giving him money, otherwise he would call the police and accuse me of bullying the inheritors of Xia's intangible cultural heritage. What……"
Ning Qiushui's heart moved slightly when she heard the angry and funny tone of "Mole".
"What does that person look like? Can you give a rough description?"
"I can't tell what he looks like, and I didn't pay much attention at the time. Anyway, he was just a blind man, wearing round sunglasses, and his clothes were really retro. I didn't ask him, he was just enjoying the cool weather. At that time, I put the painting next to me, and when he saw it when he was passing by, he came up to talk to me, saying that he could help me tell fortunes..."
Ning Qiushui raised her eyebrows.
"Then what did he tell you?"
"Mole" yawned.
"He told me that this painting means 'fate'."
""Life"?"
"Yes, you know these fortune tellers like to talk about these things. He told me that the painting on the painting said 'a person knocks on the door'. Isn't that the word 'fate'?"
"It makes some sense..."
"The fake blind man told me again that the meaning of this painting is 'you will enter your destiny upon entering the door', but the door is covered with blood, which is a sign of great misfortune. After entering the destiny, there will be no life or death...Hey, these are all charlatans. The magician’s deception makes my head hurt.”
Ning Qiushui was silent for a long time while listening to what "Mole" described.
Is your destiny as soon as you get started?
In the past twenty-seven years, he had never believed in fate.
Ning Qiushui has always been a staunch atheist.
From the time he entered the industry at the age of 16 and followed the army into the border chaos until he left at the age of 21, Ning Qiushui's hands have been stained with the blood of countless people!
If there really is a ghost in this world, he must be dead.
If you don’t believe in ghosts and gods, you naturally don’t believe in fate.
But now, Ning Qiushui's ideas have undergone some subtle changes.
When he entered the misty world, he discovered that perhaps there was really a force controlling everything.
The firm will is wavering.
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. I have a lot of things to do here. When I have almost finished the things in my hands, I will check the "letter" for you... I really can't find it, and I'm really at my wits end. .”
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Ning Qiushui lay paralyzed on the bed for a long time.
His thoughts were rarely as confused as they were now.
It wasn't until a severe hunger engulfed him that he took out his mobile phone, ordered a takeaway, and then contacted another person.
"Hey, Sister Bai...well, I'm Qiu Shui."
On the other end of the phone, Bai Xiaoxiao was wearing a bathrobe, wiped her head, opened a bottle of sparkling wine for herself, and took two sips of it in her mouth quite boldly.
"Tell me, how can I help you?"
"I would like to ask you to help me find an organization."
"What organization?"
"Rashomon."
After Ning Qiushui said the last three words, a long silence suddenly appeared on the other end of the phone.
"Where...did you hear about this organization?"
"There are some things about the real world that I'm not comfortable talking about."
"Okay, there's no need to check... Rashomon is not an organization outside the mist world. Their main power is lingering within the mist world. When they were at their peak, I heard that there were six people in that charnel house who passed the eighth blood door. The boss of the door!"
"However, I heard that something happened a while ago and two people died. However, they are still among the top forces in the misty world. Many big orders are made directly with them."
"As for other things, I don't know much."
Ning Qiushui opened her mouth when she heard this. After hesitating for a moment, she still said:
"Uncle Mang's death...may have something to do with Rashomon."
When Bai Xiaoxiao on the other end of the phone heard this, his expression immediately changed.
"What did you find out?"
Ningqiu Waterway:
"It's just a guess, I came across it accidentally... There have been several murders in Pomegranate City before. I have a friend who happens to work in the police station and mentioned this to me."
"I can't reveal too many specific details, sorry."
Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes flickered.
"nothing."
"Is there anything else?"
Ning Qiushui thought of Jun Luyuan and said:
"I have a special person here. He wants to enter our tavern. Is there any way?"
Bai Xiaoxiao asked:
"He hasn't been cursed by the Blood Gate, has he?"
Ning Qiushui:
"No."
Bai Xiaoxiao:
"That's fine, but you'd better advise that friend to think clearly. The world behind the Blood Gate is too weird and cruel."
Ning Qiushui was silent for a while.
"Then if there is a chance, I can bring him to show you first?"
Bai Xiaoxiao said:
"No problem, I live in Rosemary. Just bring him to the door of Rosemary and give me a call."
Ning Qiushui responded.
Just then, another call came.
"Then let's do this for now, Sister Bai. I've got the takeaway, so I'm going to eat first."
"Okay, bye~"
