Those Years I Spent at the Civil Affairs Bureau

High above in the distance, within a dense fog that blocks out the sky, a colossal figure glides leisurely by. Experts say it’s a mirage.

In an empty building at midnight, in a quiet corner, a blurry figure is still weeping, waiting patiently. Experts say it’s a hallucination.

Deep in the mountain forest, atop a flat summit, a weasel worships the moon with reverence. Experts say it’s fake, digitally composited.

Lin Jiu cleaves the upside-down ghostly figure before him in two and shouts, “Yes, yes, yes! The experts are right!”