Strange events in the imperial capital

It was a muggy evening on the day when the accident happened at the Beixinqiao construction site.The water vapor coming from the Yanshan Mountains pushed to the foot of Huangcheng, and the dark clouds were thick.

When Secretary Xiao Yao came in, his voice was very urgent, and his footsteps were full of curiosity and excitement, lest the emperor's feet would not be chaotic: "President Chu, hey, President Chu! It was demolished! At the Beixinqiao subway station, there was a flood, and a well suddenly popped up in the ground, and it was said that people were flooded!..."

Chu Han was still standing in front of the window of his office building in a corner of Chang'an Avenue, looking at the new Dong'an shopping mall building opposite which was waiting to be demolished.

Phone calls came in one after another; colleagues on the road, and buddies from the city bureau, said that something big happened to the well in Beixinqiao and the terrain in Yanshan this time.

Chu Han cast a faint shadow in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows.He was tall and slender, with long fingers for tapping the glass.

I don't smoke, I don't drink alcohol, and I don't have any special hobbies in life.Chu Han's shirt collar and fingers were very clean, and he looked very white.He stood in front of the window in a daze for a while, watching a butterfly flying up to the height of the eight-story building outside the window.The water vapor is getting thicker, and the butterfly's wings are heavy and tottering.Chu Han rubbed a slender middle finger on the window, seemingly casually, the finger penetrated the glass, and quietly leaned out of the window.He let the butterfly land on his fingertips, teased for a while, and then let the other party fly away, and then pulled his fingers back.

The people in the bureau asked him to go to the accident site and help him "look" at the well that caused the accident.

Chu Han also knew a thing or two about the land at the Beixin Bridge at Jiaodaokou in the Second Ring Road.In recent years, the old streets have been renovated, old houses demolished, and more than a dozen alleys within a few kilometers have all been refurbished into residential houses, restaurants, and time-honored Wenwan shops full of the charm of old Beiping.The green tiles of Zhumen, carved railings and painted steps are very magnificent.Of course, the authentic old houses and old shops have long been dismantled into ruins with dust and dust.The newly opened alleys are for those foreigners and young petty bourgeoisie who come to the imperial capital to catch up with the "local fashion".

Clouds broke through the road and it started to rain.The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it has become pouring in a blink of an eye.

Chu Han could see with the naked eye that the mountains in the direction of Fangshan in the distance had a giant celestial phenomenon of "dragon absorbing water", and a thousand-meter water column was pulled up from the top of the mountain and quickly rolled up into the sky.The car was two or three stops away from the Beixinqiao subway, and it was already impossible to walk, and there was a vast ocean in front of me.Chu Han came out of the office. He didn't care about his suit and leather shoes being soaked in the water. He followed the person in charge of the construction party all the way to the place where the incident happened.

That's what happened that day.It is said that the previous year and a half of construction went very smoothly. The person in charge of the group knew that the underground pipes in the old city were old and complicated, and it was at the foot of the imperial city.Last month, in the deep corner of Donghuaian Hutong, a stone tablet with mottled traces and official script characters was dug out. The handwriting can no longer be seen clearly, and most of the tablet base is broken and lost. The remaining stone carvings of Shuanglong playing in the water are quite simple. Charm.At that time, I was afraid of digging cultural relics of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, so the person in charge specially invited the Bureau of Cultural Relics to come over to check, but no abnormalities were found, so the digging was continued.

In the rainy season in the imperial city, God will change his face when he says it will.In the afternoon of that day, black clouds like thick ink rolled over the sky. When a forklift was digging earthwork on the construction site, a ground subsidence suddenly occurred. The flood, together with the nearby subway station, was submerged.The forklift driver and the two workers on the construction site couldn't escape in time, and they were all involved in the whirlpool. It was too late to rescue them, and they disappeared instantly.

Traffic control nearby, a team of armed police soldiers maintained order at the intersection, blocking the crowds watching the excitement from far and near.Some elderly people commented, "The construction team got into trouble, it touched the veins of the dragon, and there is a dragon underneath"!

Because of the rain, the surrounding area was already completely dark, and the large bright lights reflected the frightened and noisy figures in the night.

That Manager Zhang was sitting on a high ground by the puddle, covered in mud and drenched, looked up at Mr. Chu, reacted for two seconds, and said with a sad face: "Mr. Chu, you...you are here."

This person just narrowly escaped death and climbed out of the landslide. Fortunately, he grabbed a hard stone step and was not swept away by the water.Manager Zhang's glasses were gone, strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and his whole body looked like someone had splashed ink on it, exuding a pungent stench.Because Chu Han is familiar with the boss of their group, they have some friendship and know each other.Someone beside him muttered softly, "Oh, that one, the one named Chu, his family used to be in the military area, he is not an ordinary person, he understands this..."

Chu Han didn't have time to pay attention to the gossip of the people around him.

He caught sight of the legendary well.

Standing in the water, he was stunned.

Emperors have dragons, and wells are the eyes of dragon veins. There has always been a saying like this.

But in Chu Han's memory, no one has actually seen those "Dragon Wells" in the narratives of the elders in the family.Those are the legends of the common people from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China.It is said that in a certain year at the end of the Qing Dynasty, a wounded giant dragon with horns on its head and scales on its body descended from the sky on the streets of Beijing, attracting half of the people in the capital to watch. The bureau is turbulent and scattered and lost.There is also a saying that when the Japanese army occupied Beiping, they burned, killed and looted wantonly in the city. They also had the idea of ​​​​Dragon Well, forcing the old Manchus in Beijing to lead the way, and found the Zhenlong Well at Beixinqiao, trying to dig out the treasures under the dragon's veins.Longjing was broken, and the iron chain was pulled out from the mouth of the well.The iron chains suddenly entangled several devil soldiers, dragged the little devils down the well, and swallowed them...

Chu Han never believed in these vivid and vivid word-of-mouth old stories.These legends, to some extent, contain the grievances and expectations of ordinary people in a specific era, and are unrealistic.

But the well that appeared in front of him out of thin air made him startled and shaken.The pattern on the stone railing at the edge of the wellhead is clearly discernible. It was probably shaken by an excavator until it shattered and collapsed, and a black spring gushed out.The rain poured down from the sky, and there were bursts of thick brown waves at the mouth of the well, as if echoing.A huge iron chain with the thickness of the wrist floated in the waves, rolled and crossed the front, just like a black python in the jungle, or in other words, like a dragon...

People from the city also came to see it. The most urgent task is to stop the water and save people.Engineering vehicles and fire engines split the rain curtain and came through the waves.But this water is not pumped from a broken pipe. I don't know where the source is. How can it be blocked?How to search and rescue workers in distress?

Chu Han took off his suit and jacket, and stopped the leading fire squadron leader: "Tell your people to wait. I'll find a way to go down and have a look first."

He was afraid that the fire fighters would not come back after they went down, and they were all eighteen or nineteen-year-old recruits, and their faces looked younger than his.

"Don't go down! You can't go down, it's a terrible thing!"

"Don't get close to that thing!!..."

The hoarse shout hit the ear through a dense layer of rain, and there was an unspeakable desolation and shock.At that time, the one who called to stop Chu Han and tried his best to stop everyone from getting into the water was an old man who jumped down from the leader's car.According to someone else's introduction, it was an old expert from the Municipal Museum. His family name was Fang. He was born before liberation, and he was not young.The rain dripped into the collar of the old man's thin gray hair.The old man was drenched all over, his limbs convulsed and trembled as if he had been cramped alive, he muttered in his mouth, and stared at a piece of black water.

Mr. Fang was supported by his grandson.Shaking in the rain, he told a story to those present.

The well in Beixinqiao has existed since the turbulent period of the 60s, deep in the old alley, hidden under several layers of dark blue stone slabs.The stone slab is wet and dripping all year round, and thick moss grows on it. The local old Manchus keep a secret, saying that this place is a longan, and there is a dragon under it, which is connected with the Forbidden City and the dragon vein of Beihai.For a few months, the situation was very chaotic. Some people came to the nearby households every day to smash up and ransack their homes, destroying some stone tablets, and even cracking the bluestone slabs on the longan.Then it began to rain, and every rainy day, there would be a strange roar from under the stone slabs, like the patient humming of a giant beast... Later, an old professor of the Imperial College hanged himself at home.The professor's boy fought with others and ran into the alley. It is said that he ran to the well, lifted the stone slab, and threw himself into the well.The chasers didn't give up. They didn't have a forklift or an excavator, so they took the shovel and hammer in their hands and hit the thick stone slabs hard...

"He's a pretty boy. It's said that he's from Fuxue Hutong Primary School across the street."

"What a crime, what a crime, this group of people... smashed the well... they're going to dig the Suolongjing..." Mr. Fang's lips trembled, lost in memory.Those gangsters opened the mouth of the well, yelling to "get rid of the remnants of feudalism" and "strangle the ghosts and monsters to death", and dragged out the iron chain in the well.The water rose in an instant, and the iron chain wrapped around a young man's neck, strangling him to suffocation.A few people next to him were so frightened that they slashed at the iron lock with hammers, and then they were swallowed by the gushing black water and never ran out again.

"Really, have you ever seen it?"

Chu Han squatted in the mud pond and replied lightly.Among the group of people whose faces were scorched and sometimes cloudy and sunny, only he had no expression on his face, obviously he didn't believe it.

Do not believe so do not be afraid.

"I'm the one who was strangled... By luck, I was spared by it..."

The old man touched his neck, his eyes were blank: "The iron lock is for Suolong, it is alive, it is a living thing, you can't touch it."

Even if Chu Han didn't believe it in his heart, he didn't bother to argue about this situation.The old man came here in the 70s and [-]s, maybe he was stimulated by something back then, and his mind may not be completely clear.

He stood up, changed his clothes, and prepared to go into the water.This is the purpose of his coming all the way here, and others are also looking at him.

Chu Han also knew the origin of this Mr. Fang.This man is an old Beijing man who has lived in the city for 70 years and has never left. He has visited and touched every alley and door of every house within a radius of more than ten miles. Vicissitudes.This man must have rebelled when he was young, killed others, and committed irreparable sins.Now it's because I've lived too long that I don't feel calm. I counterattack and blame the remnants of my family's history. Talking about the past is full of regret.People all have this virtue, and only after the coffin is concluded can they know how to regret it.

Mr. Fang tried his best to prevent Chu Han from stepping into the water that day, so he came across his crutches and grabbed his ankles: "Young people don't know how serious you are, what do you know?"

The old man raised his hand and pointed at the people next to him: "My eldest grandson can swim, why don't you let him go! Let my youngest son go!"

Chu Han didn't raise his head, and quickly glanced at the person pointed by the other party, thinking that your eldest grandson is younger than me, with a thin and bony back, can he pull the iron chain or can he carry a few adults out of the well?In front of outsiders, it's not convenient for him to mention it. Old man, do you know who I am, who is my father, and who is my grandfather?Mr. Fang, your eldest grandson's life is also precious, so I'm afraid he is the one who does this kind of thing!

As far as he knew, when the subway was fully excavated in the city on the fourth and ninth day of the 80s, it was the team led by his grandfather who commanded the troops from the western suburbs to enter the city to protect the roads and maintain order.At that time, there were rumors that Beixinqiao built the subway to deliberately bypass the Longmai Longan.But when his grandfather recalled the past, he categorically denied having seen any Longjing locks.Now that I think about it, the family members may have concealed the truth.

What's more, the lives of the three workers who were caught in the flood were also human lives, and they couldn't just ignore their deaths, and even if they couldn't be saved, they had to go into the water to find out, Chu Han thought so in his heart.

Across a section of stagnant water, he nodded to the grandson of the Fang family, and said politely: "My surname is Chu, Chu Han. I'd better go down first and take a closer look."

The boy turned his head, and in the darkness, by the light, he showed a thin and pointed face, thick black eyebrows, and slender eyes.

The corner of Fang's kid's mouth twitched: "Sure, you--"

Hearing Chu Han's self-introduction, Mr. Fang suddenly raised his head and glared at his black-eyed eyes, and opened his mouth slightly... The old man's expression changed, and he avoided Chu Han's shrewd and sharp gaze, and he didn't say another word of obstructive nonsense. "If you want to die, if you want to die, you can do whatever you want" stubborn expression that keeps silent.

That Fang San'er, standing in the water, was suddenly happy and grinning.This man was wearing a vest and big trousers, with two bare calves. He raised his legs and kicked the water, as if teasing.Ink-like water splashes bounced, streaked across in the dim light, and splashed on the iron lock floating in the depths of the water.

The iron lock suddenly moved, as if obeying some kind of order.

Let that kid somehow be "alarmed"!

"Come closer and take a look?"

Fang San'er turned his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at Chu Han indifferently.

When the man squinted, two rays of light flowed through his eyes, which were wet, and a silhouette of ink and ink was swept out at the end of his eyes, and a layer of cloud and mist shrouded his body.

The author has something to say: Note: The first two stories in this article have been serialized in Shimizu's abridged version in the magazine "Shounenhui". Here is the full version. Sorry for readers who have already read it.This is a short story I wrote before with Chu Han as the main character. Now I am reorganizing the full-length story. The content after the first and second chapters will not be serialized in the magazine, and will only be published online.

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This article is the sequel to the uniform trilogy "Police Officer", "Bandit" and "Bodyguard".The protagonist Chu Han is the son of Chu Xun, and other characters in the uniform series occasionally play soy sauce.It doesn't matter if you don't look at the past, it's an independent article.

CP attributes: Black-bellied, high-strength ruffian Tsundere Gong x Bai Fushuai, depression, infatuation.The protagonist has supernatural powers, is pseudo-fantasy, and involves humans and beasts, so there should be no other big surprises.

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