"Hello, this is the Zhongzheng Street Police Station, how can I help you?"

"............"

"Hello? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Are you in a situation where you can't speak right now?"

"...No, no, I, I have something, I need to report it to the police, please save me, you must save me, wuwuwu, I'm so scared! You must save me!"

"Madam, what is your specific address?"

"My home is in the Fuchun residential area on Zhongzheng Street, Building Three, Number Seventy-Two. Please come quickly, hurry up, it will be too late if you don't come!!"

"Okay, we have already dispatched the officers closest to you. Madam, please calm down first, and take care of yourself. Please stay on the line with us. Can we ask, what happened to you? Is it a robber, or someone else threatening your personal safety?"

"No, it's not a person, I... Wuwuwu, officer, I, I encountered something unclean. I really didn't mean to provoke it. It, it's following me relentlessly."

"Something unclean? Madam, please calm down."

"Don't worry, our officers are already on their way. You have to believe in science. There are no ghosts. Maybe you've just been feeling down lately and overthinking things."

"...No, it really is, it's something unclean, it's a pair of red embroidered shoes."

"Red embroidered shoes?"

"Yes, red, red embroidered shoes, the kind from ancient times, the three-inch golden lotus shoes. I'm a folk custom designer, designing niche clothing and accessories for some shops. I haven't had any inspiration for a while, I couldn't draw anything, so I went to Jiangnan for a trip to relax. I saw those shoes in a small shop. They were so beautiful, yes, like works of art, the gold-traced embroidery on them was mesmerizing... Really too beautiful..."

"Madam?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm like this again, huff, huff, I, I'm almost possessed."

"It's okay, you were saying, red embroidered shoes?"

"Yes, red embroidered shoes, it's them. I bought them back, and I felt like my inspiration was bursting forth. I designed two new shoes that day, and they're selling very well on Taobao now. Because according to the contract, I get a commission if the sales exceed a certain amount, so I was very happy at the time. I drank a little wine, and then I had a dream, a dream, wuwuwu..."

"Madam, you don't have to recall it, calm down, my colleagues are almost there."

"No, no need, I want to keep talking."

"I dreamed of a woman, no, a female ghost, just staring at me, her black hair hanging down her back, still dripping with water, wearing a red dress, and those red embroidered shoes on her feet. She, she just stared at me, without saying a word. I woke up the next day and didn't take it seriously, just thinking it was a nightmare. But the next day I dreamed of her again, and she was even closer..."

"How close?"

"At first, she was five meters away, then three meters. A while ago, she was almost touching my face. Can you imagine? I could see her eyes, see the water dripping from her hair, and even see spots on her face, corpse spots, corpse spots, she's already dead! Dead! I was startled awake. I, I got out of bed to get some water, but I saw those red embroidered shoes, right at my bedside, the toes pointing at the bed."

"Shoes pointing at the bed, the ghost gets on the bed, she wants to harm me, she wants to harm me."

"I clearly put them in the studio, they walked over here on their own!"

"...Madam, Madam? Please calm down, maybe you accidentally put them there and then forgot."

"Forgot, impossible, right, that day, it seems like I didn't have slippers, did I wear them here?"

"Then what did you do with the shoes?"

"Do? I, I burned them, the old people said that fire can get rid of unclean things, so it wouldn't dare to come anymore. Then everything was fine for several days, but just now someone knocked on the door. I thought it was the delivery, but I couldn't see anyone through the peephole. I, I just saw those shoes standing at the door, and the ground was wet."

"It's her, she's back, she's coming for me! Police, please come quickly, why aren't you here yet, wuwuwu... I, I hear the sound of the door opening, she's here, she's coming in!"

"Madam, please calm down, my colleagues are already upstairs. Please protect yourself. Where are you now? My colleagues will come in and take you away from here."

"I'm hiding in the closet behind the curtains in the inner room, hurry."

"........."

"Officer?"

"........."

"Officer, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

"............So, you're here."

The change in tone of the voice coming from the phone made the reporting woman's face turn pale.

Squeak...

The closet door slowly opened.

Outside, a pair of small red gold-traced embroidered shoes, surrounded by dripping water.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

..................

"嘟，嘟，嘟……" (Beep, beep, beep...)

"Hello, this is the Zhongzheng Street Police Station, how can I help you?"

"........."

"Hello? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Are you in a situation where you can't speak right now?"

The male police officer answering the phone frowned slightly. All the officers in this police station were male, without a single female colleague. He turned his head to look at the surrounding colleagues, signaling:

"No one is speaking, the signal seems to be interfered with."

"Send someone to take a look, there have been quite a few incidents recently, it doesn't take much effort to check."

"Yeah, check the address of the phone number's owner."

"Okay."

"I've found it."

"Where is it?"

"Building Three, Number Seventy-Two, Fuchun residential area."

..............

The police found the landlord, took the key, and opened the tightly locked door. A group of people rushed into the house.

No one answered the calls. After calling, a female voice rang out after a while:

"The eighteenth day of the first month, an auspicious day, the sorghum is carried."

"Carrying the red makeup, an inch of regret, hastily tailored..."

The music was strangely cold.

A group of police officers rushed inside, and then fell silent together. On a mahogany round stool, sat a woman wearing red clothes, the homeowner. Her black hair fell behind her, her hands folded over her abdomen, and her feet were forcibly wearing three-inch golden lotus red embroidered shoes, constantly bleeding.

Drip, drip.

Black hair dripped water.

..............

Bang!

Wei Yuan listened to the police siren outside, casually piled the things aside, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Done."

This was where his old man used to live. Next door was the Fuchun residential area.

Further on was the city center. Back then, they had hoped that the demolition could take this place down. They had already figured out how to spend the money, but they just drew a line on the street next to it, separated by a small alley. The old brothers who used to squat at the door eating with bowls in their hands lived completely different lives, which angered the old man quite a bit. Da Feng Novel

After getting older, he lived with Wei Yuan's uncle and died two years ago, considered a peaceful old age.

Now that Wei Yuan, the younger generation, has returned to Quanshi to find a job, his uncle gave him the keys.

He could stay temporarily until he found a job, or he could live there permanently.

Anyway, it's just a small bungalow, not a big place. It's just that the old man had been poor and suffered in the past, and he couldn't bear to throw anything away. It took Wei Yuan a long time to clean it up, his back aching, and he also found some things, such as a few ancient coins, an old bronze waist牌 (waist牌), and a few out-of-print old books.

They weren't worth much money, but they were good for collecting.

Wei Yuan casually fiddled with those things, preparing to take a shower.

Turning around, the police car left again. Suddenly, there was a bang behind him. Wei Yuan faintly seemed to hear a low tiger roar, as if provoked and angered, or a warning sound upon discovering an intrusion. Wei Yuan turned his head, but there was nothing.

That waist牌 (waist牌) seemed to have changed position.

Revealing the side with the tiger head swallowing the 牌 (pai).

Wei Yuan looked at this token with some curiosity.

Could it be that he just didn't pay attention and put it on the wrong way?

He picked up the waist牌 (waist牌) and examined it carefully.

He didn't know if it was written in official script or seal script, but there were several characters written on it: Great Han, Sili Xiaowei (司隶校尉). On the back was a large character, Wei (卫). It seemed to be something of some age. The waist牌 (waist牌) was a little black, but upon closer inspection, it looked a bit like a deep red, like dried blood.

Wei (卫), is it something from the ancestors?

Wei Yuan was suspicious in his heart and was about to put it down when his finger hurt. The tip of his finger seemed to be pierced by something, and a drop of bright red blood flowed out, falling on the waist牌 (waist牌). Because of the subconscious release due to the stinging pain, the waist牌 (waist牌) fell on the draft paper on the table with a clang.

It was clearly ordinary draft paper, but lines of solemn and stern text naturally emerged.

Hereby, there are disturbances, the witchcraft calamity, and evil miasma contaminating the Divine Land, belonging to the Sili Xiaowei (司隶校尉) of the Great Han.

Those who offend our Divine Land, even the monstrous and chaotic spirits, shall all be arrested and executed.

Wei Yuan's eyes were vacant, and he subconsciously reached out to take this wanted warrant, but it was as if he was being burned by flames, an endless stinging pain. He quickly withdrew his hand, and a pair of red embroidered shoes appeared next to the text, eerily realistic, like a wanted warrant.

ps: New author, new book, seeking support~