WedgeBlood Jade Lost Traces
In the autumn of 2023, I lay in front of the bulletproof glass of the National Museum, staring at the Hetian jade stained with dark patterns. The label of the exhibit reads "Jinyiwei waist plate from the fifteenth year of Wanli, owner unknown". The blood on the surface of the mutton-fat jade is like a solidified flame, burning my temples.
"Team Shen, it's time to go to the Academy of Criminal Sciences for a case analysis meeting." Intern Xiao Zhou tugged on the cuffs of my police uniform. I took one last look at the cloud and thunder patterns on the jade plaque. As soon as my fingertips touched the glass, the exhibition hall suddenly fell into darkness.
The sound of electric current blasted in my ears, and when I opened my eyes again, I was half-kneeling on the bluestone, with a piece of cold mutton-fat jade pressed into my palm. The Glock 19 in the cowhide sheath on his waist turned into an embroidered spring knife, and the python pattern on the moon-white flying fish suit glowed coldly under the lantern.
"Yan Bing, why are you so dazed?" The man wearing leather boots with leather straps swung his lancet, "What I want to take tonight is the judge of Shuntian Mansion. There is a secret letter from Japan hidden in a secret room in his study."
I touched the jade plaque at my waist, and the words "Shen Yanbing" engraved on the back made my fingertips ache. Memories come in like a tide - I am now a member of Fusi Baihu in Beizhen. In the autumn of the 15th year of Wanli, I was ordered to track down the Japanese traitors on the southeast coast.
