In the autumn of the third year of Chunxi's reign, on the outskirts of Lin'an Prefecture, the temple was ruined in Lengquan Mountain.
Tu Aixi was woken up by a biting chill.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was not the familiar police office, nor the antique street at the promotional event, but the roof of the ruined temple leaking light above her head - a few pieces of withered yellow thatch were swaying precariously in the autumn wind, and spider webs hung from the beams, stained with dust and broken leaves, and landed next to her cheek. It was so itchy that she couldn't help but sneeze.
"Ahem..." Her throat was as dry as smoke. She struggled to sit up, but found that her whole body ached, especially her left arm, which felt like it had been hit by a heavy object. She felt excruciating pain when she lifted it. What made her even more panicked was that the clothes she was wearing had changed - it was no longer the navy blue uniform of the police force, but a coarse cloth skirt that had been washed white and patched several times. The fabric was so rough that it rubbed against the skin, and there were a few drops of dark red blood on the collar.
"Where is this? The filming scene?" Tu Aixi's mind was in confusion. She remembered that she was clearly planning the "Ancient Street Anti-Fraud Promotion Campaign".
