The raindrops were like broken copper coins, hitting the eaves of the ruined temple with blue tiles, breaking into turbid water beads.
Lin Zhao woke up from the cold, with the back of his head pressed against the bluestone, and the damp musty smell mixed with the fishy smell of rain entered his nose.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a clay statue with half of its face missing - a straw skeleton was exposed where the red paint peeled off, and half of the unburned yellow paper was stuffed in the left eye hole, and water was dripping down.
"Where is...?" He sat up with his hands on the ground, the dark lines on his cuffs hurting his wrists.
It was a faded black official uniform with a golden cloud pattern embroidered on the collar. It was completely soaked by the rain and fell heavily on the body.
Lin Zhao tugged at the lapel of his clothes, and touched the cold jade plaque at his waist with his fingertips. Using the light of lightning, he could barely make out the five seal characters "City God of Qingyang County" engraved on it. The antique appraisal knowledge he learned when he was a policeman in his previous life suddenly came to him. The format of this jade plaque was exactly the same as the seal of the Ming Dynasty City God on display in the museum.
"Boom——"
Thunder exploded, and the temple door creaked open with the wind.
Lin Zhao subconsciously touched his waist, but only touched the empty hem of his clothes - the gun he always carried around his waist when he went to the police in his previous life had long been left in the modern era with that car accident.
