Chapter 22 The Policeman (Final) Settlement Screen (Part 2) — "Love..."
...Chunlan, Fengxia.
Seeing that it was them, Jian Dieda's expression under the short-lived tree wasn't as panicked. This day was bound to come; Jian Dieda had always had a premonition. This was because the three mahjong tiles she had found in the archives, the old-fashioned home radio that had broadcast the news of the murder of four indigenous people, and the 'mysterious person' who had used a false police report to lure Dong Zhijie—none of these had yet connected to the other clues in the case…
The reason Jian Dieda told Zhong Jie that the case was not solved was because of this.
“Chunlan?” Jian Dieda deliberately moved closer to Cao Chunlan. He pretended to be ignorant, shook his head, and muttered to himself in Shanzha Hutong: “Aren’t the murderers Dong Dongdong and Ding Xiaoding? Why are you here? And who is this woman in red next to you?”
"..." The white-clad bride remained motionless.
"It wasn't you, was it?" The young policeman reached out a hand as if to save a fortune teller, but the undeniable facts were already laid bare before him. The Red Bride, an accomplice, revealed her true colors, waving her hands to block Jane Dieda with her hat adorned with colorful phoenixes and her shawl as beautiful as clouds.
"Don't come near my Sister Lan!" she shouted.
This time, Jian Dieda was able to accurately recognize that the voice coming from the red bride's mouth was Bai Fengxia's.
Bai Fengxia kept calling Lan Jie, and the two women, who were said to have fought for men their whole lives, did not seem to be mortal enemies. Instead, there was something else going on.
Jane didn't need to probe any further to know that the testimonies of Informant No. 1 and Informant No. 4 could be completely overturned.
"Why... Chunlan, what are you and your teacher's wife trying to hide from me? Is it because I... arrested Dong Dongdong? But everyone is equal before the law. Whether human or ghost, everyone should pay the price for their actions. Why are you trying to stop me from finding out the truth from five years ago?"
The two women were so cold; neither was willing to take the initiative to explain the truth.
At that moment, Jian Dieda keenly noticed that two lanterns with the character "奠" (meaning "memorial") were swaying not far behind him, and phosphorescent lights were flickering at the entrance of the old, haunted house.
The "karma" figures, hand in hand, approached in an illusion.
Everything coincided with the night of the ghost marriage, except that the fox spirit young master who had vowed to marry him was missing, and two ghost brides appeared, their motives unknown, whether they were seeking revenge or had other intentions.
The ordinary police officer was no match for the incredibly strong Cao the fortune teller and Bai the master's wife; he was simultaneously dragged into the alley by a roll of red silk and a bolt of white silk.
The door creaked shut.
The path the three of them had taken had disappeared.
Looking back, the shapes of the old houses and telephone poles looked distorted, and the alley formed a spatial and temporal barrier between the living and the dead.
On one side, the unfortunate women who were ghost brides imprisoned the souls of men like Dong Zhijie, Director Wang, and Deputy Director Xue.
The other side is the real human world.
Jane Dieda inexplicably thought of a movie called Silent Hill, in which the two worlds, the real and the real, also led the female protagonist, who was searching for her daughter, through two dimensions, ghosts and humans, and finally discovered an ancient secret about the town.
If no one breaks down the entrance under the hawthorn tree, this will be his final resting place, won't it?
Jane's mind was filled with only one person again.
The mission could fail, but he hadn't gone to the movies with the fox spirit yet.
It's not good to break your promise to a furry creature.
Regardless of the circumstances, the situation of two wolves wielding a knife against one person has been established.
Following the game rule that the main villain always speaks first before stabbing someone, without Jian Dieda taking the initiative to ask about the relevant doubts, Chunlan, the number one informant, began to recount the whole story in detail.
A thick fog first spread, and the entire narrative scene of the murder theater automatically switched to the final chapter.
Jian Dieda was forced to walk towards the haunted house from five years ago. To prevent him from escaping, Chunlan and Fengxia worked together to tie the young man up like a rice dumpling.
Inside the main room, the lights were red.
Chunlan nudged Jian Dieda. Her white wedding dress had a reversed front, and she asked in an unfamiliar tone, "Officer, did you see the mahjong table in the room?"
Mahjong?
Strangely, when the brown door was opened to the outside, Jian Dieda saw that the main room no longer contained only coffins waiting for the deceased to take their seats, but a mahjong table. The three people stood there with faces like those of the dying. Jian Dieda noticed that on the table, which was propped up with one leg, there were four sets of mahjong tiles that were half-played, and three bloodstained paper figures lay among them as if simulating a crime scene.
In addition, the paper figures have a bullet hole in their backs.
There's only one spot where one person from the card game is missing.
Jane Dieda silently gazed at the mahjong game where one player was missing. One of the pieces of evidence from the archives, the 'Orchid' mahjong set, hadn't been brought with him; it had been left at the police station that night. Jane Dieda could only say, "Yes, I saw it."
Chunlan smiled and said, "Then please come in. I'll invite you to watch a play."
Jane looked up and asked, "What play?"
Chunlan walked to the front, the moonlight shining on the white flowers at her temples. She lowered her head and flicked the snow-white water sleeves of her mourning dress: "This play is called, 'The Massacre of the Family in Hawthorn Alley, Act One,' about how a woman named Cao Chunlan became an orphan without father, mother, husband, or children."
Jane Diedda also printed the pupils of the two brides shrinking.
The young police officer has deciphered the entire case to this extent.
Unlocking the last card, "Cao Chunlan's Memories of Being an Educated Youth," has reached its most crucial step.
His every move revealed his genuine emotions.
The air was thick with the sound of sobbing, a sense of tragedy.
"Why? What did Master do? He's a policeman. Haven't you been using the fox spirit's power to protect the alley all this time?"
"Chunlan..."
"It wasn't you, was it?"
"The murder must have nothing to do with you, right?"
"Jianzi."
Chunlan's voice slowly grew hoarse.
She is not entirely devoid of emotions.
However, the girl who lost all her relatives many years ago has lost the ability to be a mother.
Jane Diedda looks just like her son.
She's not anyone's mother.
She is just a "ghost".
“Jianzi… If I told you now that every time I call out Dong Zhijie’s name in front of everyone, it’s not out of love, but out of hatred, and that I do it to remember a family massacre that can never be solved, to remind myself that I must kill this beast, would you believe me?”
I don't believe it.
Chunlan smiled: "Silly Jianzi, having already experienced betrayal by your colleagues, would you still trust some villains who are just wearing police uniforms?"
"..." Jian Dieda's bewildered expression showed that he didn't know.
Chunlan looked at the child in front of her with affection and said, "You are a good child. I can only tell you that all the guilty parties in this case deserve to die."
Upon hearing this, the lock on the last card was unlocked, and cracks appeared in the wall.
“The case progress bar has reached 90%.” Jian Dieda was hallucinating. He began to organize the timeline in the alley. After his finger tapped the [Investigate the Case and Seek Justice] button, the storyline of Chunlan’s progress card was also projected into Jian Dieda’s eyes.
In the small theater, painted in the style of shadow puppetry, a little girl with braided pigtails first appeared. She ran into a crowded communal courtyard where four families lived together and immediately threw herself into her parents' arms.
Subsequently, a trio dressed as police officers knocked on the door to investigate the case.
With a hypocritical tone, they said that the police station no longer allowed them to keep fox spirits or attics, and that "shamanic" fortune telling was a scourge. But when the four households opened their doors, Dong Zhijie, Wang Zhongyi, and Xue Wenhua, posing as police officers, broke into each house through the hidden door, killing and robbing people.
Everyone in the tenement building perished. Chunlan, who was lying under the mahjong table, hated the police and even went to find the fox spirit in the Buddhist temple.
"Please, I'll take your life right now, as long as you can save my parents... Those three men were police officers! I saw it! They robbed our shared apartment, which consisted of four households, under the guise of checking household registrations..."
Jian Dieda was deeply shocked and finally understood everything. Just then, Cao Chunlan brought up her completely lost faith in the gods again.
“When I was young, I believed in fox spirits, but when I hid under this mahjong table and cried all night, and when I needed Buddha's protection the most, I kowtowed and made wishes step by step along the steps of the fox spirit's temple, the old fox spirit who had cultivated for many years answered me with no…”
“I will never forget the girl below the steps who heard her believer say that even the Bodhisattvas in heaven couldn’t help me.”
"I was willing to give up my health, marriage, and my heart's blood in exchange, but the fox spirit didn't agree. Later, I could only go to the countryside and become an educated youth, using another identity to get close to the murderer."
Jane Diedda: "..."
Chunlan continued, "However, a woman's power is limited. Under the influence of fate, I discovered another unfortunate ghost bride. From there, the two women with similar fates began to work hard to become 'living dead' in the alley, cultivating together and practicing evil arts. Even if they transformed into 'karma' that was neither human nor ghost, they would drag all those who deserved to die down to hell."
When Jian Dieda came to his senses, he immediately glanced at Bai Fengxia. This beautiful woman with eyes full of resentment was Dong Dongdong's biological mother, Dong Zhijie's first wife, and Director Wang's secret lover. How exactly did Bai Fengxia view the police?
When Bai Fengxia saw that Jian Dieda, this silly boy, seemed to believe that she had once cared about the lives of Dong Zhijie, Dong Dongdong, and Director Wang, she, who had initially remained silent, suddenly burst into a maniacal laugh, covering her face.
"Young man, the fox spirit made me a tool for men to produce sons. In my opinion, that fox spirit's Buddhist temple is burning very well..."
"Perhaps you'd like to see my memories from before I became a 'living dead'?"
Jian Dieda couldn't refuse. He was subdued by the two female ghosts, and another memory flooded his mind. This time, he saw how Dong Zhijie and Bai Fengxia met...
The story begins with a country girl who gets lost in the city.
The north wind was howling, her cotton-padded trousers were torn, and she was crying in the street in the middle of the night because of the cold. Just when she was about to be arrested by the investigators, it was the tall and imposing policeman who helped her out of the predicament.
The girl with braids wearing a floral headscarf believed the police uniform. Dong Zhijie even treated her to noodles at a restaurant, saying he would help her find a job.
She had never been so cared for by her family in her life. With tears in her eyes, she recognized Dong Zhijie as her elder brother. Little did she know that the police officer would say he would take her to find someone the next day, and first take her to a guesthouse for a meal.
The two ordered preserved eggs with preserved flowers, braised pork hock, and a roasted pigeon.
As for the two bottles of beer on the table, Dong Zhijie drank them. Bai Fengxia only took a sip of Beibingyang beer, and then, while she was eating her meal, she inexplicably collapsed and was then carried by Dong Zhijie to a pre-booked hourly room.
Two hours later, a phone call from the guesthouse receptionist reminded the girl to wake up from her dream. The matter was already over. Fengxia lay dazed in the sheets, her long black hair disheveled, her hand touching a painful spot. The color on the sheets stung Bai Fengxia's pupils.
When I was little, the village wet nurse told me that if a girl had her period and started bleeding, it meant she had been deflowered by a man.
Fengxia gasped, panicked and disoriented. Her clothes were disheveled, and tears streamed down her face as she covered her face in regret.
"Brother Zhijie...how could I..."
Dong Zhijie, shirtless, came over to kiss her, a tuft of hair on his chest. He took a drag of his cigarette and said without a hint of guilt, "Little Sister Fengxia, you've had too much to drink. You're not a naive young girl anymore. The police officer is here to help you get a city residency permit in the alley. He'll take you to see the world and let you eat meat and drink alcohol every day, okay?"
With things turned out this way, Fengxia either has to die or submit; even if she doesn't want to, she has no choice but to get married.
After a combination of intimidation and deception, Dong Zhijie made a pact to marry Bai Fengxia. He then told her to quickly put on her coarse cloth shirt, get out of bed, and first get a basin to wash off her underwear and socks, so she could learn the proper etiquette for being a wife.
At that time, Fengxia was not sharp-minded at all; on the contrary, she was pitifully dull. She braided her long braid and did the work of a maid in the city as Dong Zhijie had told her. She even mopped the floor and folded the quilts. She changed her idea of finding a job to marrying this man.
How could God let her know in advance? The nightmare of being drugged and taken from her body by a devil without her knowledge descended upon her like a dark cloud.
On her wedding night, Bai Fengxia, who had chosen an auspicious day to welcome her new husband, was not greeted by Dong Zhijie, but by Wang Zhongyi and Xue Wenhua.
After being forced into marriage by a man, Bai Fengxia was used as a public servant, indirectly currying favor with Dong Zhijie's superiors, thus beginning an endless nightmare.
Adorned in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with tassels hanging down, she was elegant and noble, yet the light of day dimmed. By the time the rooster crowed, the girl's soul had already been destroyed by these scoundrels.
Another sentence from the village madwoman came to her mind.
When a girl gets married, it's not called changing her fate; it's called getting pregnant with a vengeful ghost and jumping into a fire pit set by the King of Hell.
The Yama King that the madwoman mentioned was none other than her father and grandfather, the two words that have weighed heavily on women for thousands of years: man.
People say that young couples become companions in old age. Even if middle-aged people are tired of each other, they have to endure it and support each other through it all.
Bai Fengxia also thought she should just let life go on as it came. She mingled among men and acted as a heartless harlot, and no one could hurt her. But she never expected that Dong Zhijie would reveal his true colors as an honest man when he reached middle age.
If the food is too salty, you'll get slapped four or five times.
Wearing a skirt, I received several punches to my temples.
If too much baijiu is consumed, things can get interesting. A policeman's big leather shoes could kick his wife in the stomach, sending Bai Fengxia flying from the bedroom to the living room.
"You bitch! Give me another glare and I'll see! You'll be cuckolded for life! You're so old, you'll never be able to get Chief Wang here! Hurry up and cook some food and change my shoes!"
Disgusting. Utterly disgusting. Bai Fengxia's mind seemed to return to that wedding night when she took off her bra to show Director Wang, and the spineless groom Dong Zhijie didn't return until four in the morning. She collapsed on the wedding bed, wearing the bride's big red flower, her heart filled not with the grievance of a young woman losing her virginity, but with hatred, the bloodlust to raise a kitchen knife and slash those despicable dogs!
Think about it, Dong Zhijie gave his wife away and even let her raise his so-called godson, and in the end he blamed himself for being promiscuous? Haha... She won't commit suicide, she'll send everyone who hurt her to hell.
She wants to kill! Kill! Kill!
...
Bai Fengxia and Cao Chunlan officially got together.
Bai Fengxia's final testimony board reads:
"There are so many shirtless men on the street, yet you insist on forbidding women from wearing stockings? Bah! It's not a crime for me to be naked! It's a crime for you to knowingly look at women in a vulgar way and then act like a coward after looking at them!"
"Those people called me a witch, that I eat people, hahaha. It's you who eat people, it's society. It's reality."
"Showing off women in the street, riding wooden donkeys, why don't those Ximen Qing guys set off firecrackers to blow up their rotten birds! Bah!"
Cao Chunlan's testimony was as follows:
“We were originally rootless grasses, twin flowers, but since we have both been persecuted, we have come to enjoy eating people.”
“A woman should not eat her own kind; she should eat the heart of the unfaithful, the flesh of the perpetrator, and the skin of her father.”
"Only by consuming the blood of her children, and devouring all the men who harmed her, can this seductive vixen be redeemed from the suffering she endured throughout her life."
The two bloody lines were truly shocking.
Jane Dieder saw how great the souls of these two cold yet loving women were, but he really didn't know what to do.
Chunlan's ruthlessness lies in the fact that no matter how good she is to 'Jianda', she only wants to obtain the police station's patrol patterns in order to kill Dong Zhijie.
Only by pretending to be in love with Dong Zhijie could she help Bai Fengxia kill Dong Zhijie without arousing suspicion.
She also understands how to love in many ways; she would help another woman give false testimony. How much courage does it take for two vulnerable women to resist tyranny together?
The case review is now complete.
Simple words cannot describe my feelings.
The two ghost brides were still interrogating him, the police officer who had solved the case, from both sides.
Fengxia: "Officer, there are no skirts in the school, and no male bones in the abandoned baby ward. Is this the new society that Buddha spoke of?"
Chunlan: "Jianzi, 'they' call 'us' Chinese horror, and they covered our mouths, forbidding 'us' from making a sound until death. Women turned into female ghosts to save themselves. Are we the ones who did wrong?"
That being said,
The 'babies' hatching in the hearts of the ghost brides have grown into 'adults'. Their desires have long since begun to expand indefinitely, which is why they first instructed Dong Dongdong and Director Wang to carry out a series of cases for them five years later.
Later, they wanted to eliminate the fox spirit master completely.
Now, the two, whose consciences have long since decayed, want to get rid of Jane Dieda.
Even though they knew that 'Janeda' was upright, simple, honest, and never afraid of ghosts or gods, they still had to do it.
Not to mention the fox spirit young master, none of them wanted to kill such a 'Jian Da' easily. This moment of hesitation led to the arrival of a savior tonight. Just when 'Jian Da' was in dire straits, Zhong Jie broke through the ghost brides' barrier again.
Two enlightened beings present simultaneously intervened and saved lives.
Cao Chunlan was blocking Bai Fengxia.
"No, Sister Lan..."
Bai Fengxia, dressed in a red wedding gown, screamed and cried out in anguish. Her disheveled long hair hung down over her scarred face, and bloody tears streamed from her pupils as she stared intently at the bride, wailing and shouting with heartbreaking despair.
"I killed the person, not you... You're not the murderer... I ruined your life..."
As for Jian Dieda, still in shock, a long-tailed black shadow had already covered his bloodied body: "..."
“I already know everything… Please live well. Cao Chunlan is right, the guilty should all die, but you shouldn’t.”
The fox spirit's tears fell onto Jian Dieda's palm.
Jane Dieda's tears also fell onto the fox spirit's face.
He said no.
But Zhong Jie just laughed.
The final frame shows the red thread in the palm and the veil tightly binding the human and the fox together.
This seems to confirm the declaration: My love is like the hawthorn blossoms, ever-blooming, vibrant and surging.
Several hours later.
Dawn broke once again.
Cao Chunlan survived, but the fox spirit who learned the truth and voluntarily atoned for his sins was severely injured by the sorceress. His fox form was revealed, and he could no longer survive. He curled up on the ground, and his nine tails, which had failed in their cultivation, dissipated thirty years of cultivation in the bright white light. When all eight fox tails were broken off, the light pink tips of the tails turned blood red and dripped onto the ground, forming the sacrificial patterns of karmic fire lotus flowers.
The Public Security Bureau dispatched two escort vehicles.
The female prisoners should be taken to the detention center separately.
The higher-ups want to interrogate Chunlan and Fengxia. Jian Dieda mentioned that the sentence should be leniently considered, but they also expressed that they need to go through legal procedures.
No one expected that things, which could have improved, would end in a tragic, Liang-Zhu-like manner.
During the day, outside the interrogation room, neither woman greeted the other.
That night, the two women made a pact to commit suicide together.
They used the same method: they filled a pool with water, let down their hair, bit their tongues, and buried their faces in the water until the blood of the fox demons flowed out of the monsters' bodies.
Before leaving, the two brides each used whitewash from the prison walls as face powder and red paper to color their lips.
Cao Chunlan's last words to the third whistleblower were as follows.
"Perhaps the fox spirit young master shouldn't have died either. He had a saintly aura, as pure as snow, as upright as steel, without any moral flaws."
"..."
Meanwhile, the police also received a warning from the system.
Police, please open your eyes!
"Jianzi, do you want to be a cop who lies through his eyes, or a cop who tells the truth with his eyes closed?"
"I want to be a police officer who speaks the truth with open eyes."
"Okay, then I'm relieved."
A few days later.
The case is now completely closed.
The case report in front of Jian Dieda was very detailed. He explained the cause, process, and details of the arrest before leaving the police station. He then began to recall what his first day in the world was like.
He still remembers lifting his weak hand to open the office doorknob. A beam of light shone in, and what came into his view was a small blackboard covered with propaganda drafts for Party lessons.
Along the white corridor, many vibrant faces greeted each other as comrades, shaking hands to exchange greetings. The most spirited people of the times moved about, their Party emblems shining brightly on their chests.
He disguised himself as a young policeman in a green uniform and walked through the streets and alleys. Passing over tiled houses and bronze doors, he saw his first relative, Chunlan. At that moment, he thought, Chunlan is truly a woman like a mother. In reality, he had never had parents, siblings, or relatives. The scene of Chunlan making dumplings for him touched the softest part of his heart.
As he stayed there longer, the era and his role became increasingly intertwined with him. Sometimes he felt that the details of the case were like a prose poem exuding a faint melancholy, while at other times he felt that it was really like a cobweb-covered erotic magazine from a street stall.
In the blink of an eye, he found himself back under the hawthorn tree. He silently lit a Hongtashan cigarette at the crossroads, the smoke trailing behind him, along with his melancholy thoughts, rising to the horizon.
On the other side of the river, two middle school girls came to feed the swans. As he watched them, he thought of Chunlan and Fengxia.
And there's that sweetheart called Young Master.
Suddenly, the tears that Jian Dieda had been holding back during the trial seemed to roll down to the edge of his eyes, and the tears fell unexpectedly.
Jane tried to hold back her tears and decided to stop crying.
But he couldn't hold back any longer. He ripped off his peaked cap and threw it on the ground. He climbed onto the railing by the bridge and sat down, letting out a heart-wrenching wail to God.
Was the brief encounter a gift or a punishment?
Tears soaked his soul in bitter ghost stories. He understood that the system would no longer need to remind him to open and close his eyes every night. Jian Dieda had to submit a report to his superiors. He wanted to personally clear the name of that fox spirit young master.
His progress bar showed 98% at that moment.
Another Spring Festival has passed.
With the case of the corrupt policeman closed, a large number of guns were confiscated, and the town's security improved significantly.
The winter snow melted on the plum trees, and magpies once again flew to the rooftops of every household. The story of Chunlan and Fengxia spread throughout the town through that opera.
In the 1950s and 60s, society did not allow people to talk about women's illicit relationships.
But times have changed. Reform and opening up are about to usher in another spring. A surge of new things have come to the fore. The openness of people's minds may be reflected in the recent news - Hong Kong is about to return to the mainland, and the mainland is about to emerge from the closed 1990s and usher in the new year of the 21st century.
A thunderclap sounded in the sky.
After a while, the alley became better and better.
A female reporter from a neighboring city came to interview about the case, and a female Yue Opera actress from the cultural center put on a play for the two of them and delivered the tickets to the police station just in time for International Women's Day.
Jian Dieda was going to hold a meeting today to adjust the positions of the new comrades. As he passed by the guardhouse, he saw an old man hiding and folding paper money.
The paper money has names on it.
Orchids and rosy clouds.
The old gatekeeper quickly put the bag away and begged the new director not to make him submit a report.
The gatekeeper also said, "Burning paper money is superstition, Director Jian, I will definitely change it."
Jian Dieda shook his head, took out a box of colorful cigarettes and placed it on the table. "No, burning paper money is for remembering someone." After saying that, he left.
The gatekeeper was in a daze.
This young man, who was making a big splash in his new post, convinced him that Honghui Police Station would become as famous as its name suggests.
The setting sun washes away the rosy clouds, leaving a deep, clear glow.
Heaven, don't cry.
The radiant Jian Qingtian and his men had already stood up; wasn't he determined to spread justice in all directions?
The old man blew his nose, saw the new director off, and turned on the light in the small room. Behind him, two figures in red dresses watched as Jane Dieda left.
They were clearly a pair of ghosts who dared to bid farewell to the entire human world.
The women exchanged smiles.
"Life in this world is not so easy. Why don't we go to another good place together and just go?"
A rainbow of light refracted through the window glass of the guardhouse.
After witnessing the changes following the tragedy, they held hands, sang songs, and walked away together towards the red flag.
Under the sunset, more vibrant than the sunrise, the Ghost Sisters sang "Picking Water Chestnuts," a duet by Han Baoyi and Lin Shujuan.
The lyrics are:
"The two of us, rowing a boat,"
"Gathering water chestnuts, gathering water chestnuts,"
"Just like two rhombuses,"
"We were born on the same day too,"
"Our hearts are in sync."
...
That era, filled with earth-shattering clamor, has faded into the past, with all sorts of people fading away.
Time flies like an arrow, another decade has passed, and Director Jian, who is naturally aging, is about to leave the story. Over the years, the younger comrades have all known that he never married.
At a certain health center, the middle-aged 'Jian Da' opened her diary, brushed away the dust, and saw her younger self and another person.
“My wish…” he opened his mouth.
"If reincarnation is real."
"I want to see him again."
Initially, the fox spirit wanted his wife to live a good life in the world first.
But he himself 'died' in the year that the young police officer started to like him.
Young master, we haven't even held the wedding ceremony yet, why did you go ahead?
I waited and waited, staying in the same spot, but you still didn't come back, so I had no choice but to go home.
[Progress bar 99%]
"The final episode of 'Little Policeman' has been created, and the portal has been opened."
...
Much later.
[Ding! A new testimony card has dropped.]
[You have an unopened email from Whistleblower #3, Fox Fairy Zhong Jie]
The sound of suona horns rang out by the NPC's Reincarnation Pool, and a nine-tailed spirit light floated into the Reincarnation Path of the Underworld, leaving a line of poetry on the Three Lives Stone: Love begins with the knot of mandarin ducks, sorrow arises from the resentment, a love that cannot be helped, but we will surely meet again in the next life.
"If we could do it all over again, would we have the same ending in this script?"
Finding you is my instinct. Loving you is my destiny.
May you be free from disasters and live a long and healthy life.
I will also risk my life to protect you.
Don't worry, finding your soul and getting you back into the cycle of reincarnation is my 'mission'. Wait for me, and next time we meet, I will see the human world with you again.
—A letter from Jiulang to his beloved wife, written on the 15th day of the 7th lunar month in 1991.
—Death is not a cycle of reincarnation.
Love is.
A note from the author:
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—Death is not a cycle of reincarnation.
Love is.
The first cycle, "Little Policeman"—end.
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