It's quiet late at night, and the cold wind blows every now and then. Even in the scorching summer, it still feels cold.
There are still traces of tourists' viewing on the shore of the scenic lake.
At night, the lake surface is as dark as an ink pool. Only a few ripples can reflect the moonlight. You can faintly see the koi fish under the lake active in the night.
Perhaps because there were so many weird legends circulating here, the few workers who came with Xia and Shang shrank a little when they approached the lake.
They looked around, bowed in a formal manner, and muttered something, probably asking for the Buddha's blessing.
But thinking about the huge amount of money, they all jumped into the lake one after another after a little time to adapt.
The lake is not deep, the water is up to the waist.
But the water in the lake was so cold that everyone felt chills when they stepped in.
A strong man in the middle asked: "Master, where are we digging from?"
"It's right there, dig as deep as you can."
Immediately, several people gathered together and started working with tools.
These people were all experienced, the water surface quickly became turbid, and the stones at the bottom of the pool were pried up piece by piece.
Xia Shang watched silently, feeling uncertain.
Naturally, he would not think about digging through the bottom of the lake, but would worry about whether the person he wanted to see would be printed out if he continued doing so.
After all, you only have tonight, if you miss it, there will be no time.
Time passed little by little, and the viewing lake in front of me had changed beyond recognition.
The shore is full of accumulated water, stones, aquatic plants, etc., and the water in the lake is becoming increasingly turbid.
I could originally see the fish below through the moonlight, but now I can't see anything.
Most of the workers' bodies were already submerged in the water, but there was no trace of the person Xia Shang wanted to see.
Xia Shang was still wondering whether this approach would not work.
Suddenly, I heard one of the workers shouting: "Master, we dug it! We dug it!"
"Did you dig it?" Xia Shang was stunned. He had never thought that he could really dig something from the bottom of the lake. Hearing what the workers said, he didn't react for a long time.
"What did you dig up?"
The other party responded in the water: "I don't know, it's a big thing! It's very heavy."
Another person shouted: "Old man, don't worry, wait until we move that thing out."
Then, several workers exchanged a few words with each other, and then they put their heads into the water together, half-crouching as if they were trying to lift the thing out together.
Xia Shang was also interested. He wondered what else was hidden in the water.
After a while, the four people came out of the water, but their bodies were half squatting, and their faces showed expressions of great difficulty.
The four people shouted slogans and approached the shore step by step, and finally moved the underwater things to the shore.
When Xia Shang took a look at the things when they reached the shore, he was stunned.
This is actually a dark stone, which has obviously been polished and has a very smooth surface.
But this stone has no obvious shape, like an egg with a base, which can stand upright.
Xia Shang was observing, and someone reminded him: "Sir, there seems to be writing on the back of this stone."
"Is there a word?" Xia Shang was confused.
With that said, several people turned over the stone together.
Sure enough, I saw eight characters carved on the other side of the stone.
"No one can enter, no ghosts dare to come out!"
For a moment, everyone, including several workers, was stunned.
They are people who have lived here for a long time and have heard the stories spread from the storytellers countless times.
The story says that fifty years ago, this place was not a lake, but the most mysterious, eerie and terrifying huge mansion in the capital.
Countless people died in this house, and countless ghosts were hidden. The smell of blood permeated the entire street, and it persisted even in middle age.
The people who enter here are all ghosts wearing animal masks, and the people they bring in, without exception, have a despair that is more terrifying than death.
This house has no signboard or door plaque, only a black stone tablet standing at the door.
Engraved on it is: "No one can enter, no ghosts dare to come out!"
Few people believed this story before, because this is the capital city. If there really is such a weird place in the capital city, it should not have been spread in just fifty years. It cannot only be spread from the mouth of a storyteller.
But now, when several workers saw the stone tablet they dug out from the bottom of the lake with their own hands, the eight characters on the stone tablet hit their hearts like a heavy hammer.
Those stories are all true!
Could it be that the strange house that once existed is hidden under this lake?
So are the strange sounds that often come from this lake really caused by evil spirits?
At the thought, everyone's hair stood on end, and several workers turned pale with fright. They knelt on the ground one after another, worshiping the sky, the earth, the lake, and the stone monument.
"Big boss, we don't dare to do this again. This thing has been moved in front of you, and the money..."
Xia Shang frowned. This stone tablet was of no use to him. The person he wanted to see had not yet appeared.
"This is not what I want."
When several people heard this, they shook their heads: "We will never do this again. That's all. We don't want the remaining money."
Several people coincidentally looked at each other, left Xia Shang and his tools, and left quickly.
Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Xia Shang felt helpless.
It seems that this method still doesn't work.
The commotion of digging the lake just now was already loud enough, but there is still no trace of the person we met, so it is probably in vain to continue.
Xia Shang had decided to go to the palace alone after dawn.
But at this moment, Xia Shang suddenly noticed that in the dark night, opposite the view, under a small pine tree, a small figure was standing there, seeming to be staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.
I felt a shiver.
Xia Shang's heart moved, thinking about various possibilities, and he looked over there in the same way.
The other party didn't move, and showed no intention of leaving.
"It should be that person!" Xia Shang thought silently while walking towards that person's position.
Fortunately, the other party still did not move during this process. It was not until Xia Shang arrived that the other party took a few steps forward in the direction where Xia Shang came.
The two met, and the pine trees above their heads blocked the scarce moonlight. There was a gloom between them, and their faces could not be seen clearly.
But Xia Shang noticed that this man was holding a cane...
No, it should be a cigarette.
"Are you the storyteller known to the people?" Xia Shang asked.
But the other party did not answer, and Xia Shang asked again: "Since you know so much about the Metropolitan Procuratorate, I believe you are also closely related to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, right?"
"Ahem..." The other party coughed, "What's your purpose?"
"I want to see the boss of the Iron Arm Division."
The other party paused again and walked closer to Xia Shang: "That's me." (To be continued)