I spent eight thousand yuan on a truckload of junk.
The most inconspicuous thing in it was an old bronze mirror with a chipped corner.
That very night, I stepped through the floor of my own antique shop, Zhaojiu Studio. When I opened my eyes again, I had fallen into a young woman's bedroom.
Her name was Lu Jingtang.
The eldest daughter of the Lu family, she had a bad temper, and the stick in her hand was even less pleasant.
She was convinced I was a thief.
I was convinced I had the worst luck in the world.
Then I spotted another mirror in her room.
Intact.
Exactly like the broken one in my hand.
Stranger still, it had belonged to her mother, who had been dead for seventeen years.
An old ledger with a page cut out, a small mirror of unknown origin, a mirror corridor sealed for seventeen years, and a piece of paper written long before I ever appeared:
"If you see the broken mirror, then he has arrived."
My name was written on it.
Xu Wenzhou.
At first, I thought the broken mirror had brought me here so I could solve an old case.
Later, I realized I was wrong.
The last words Shen Tangzhi left behind were:
"The broken mirror wasn't meant to bring him here."
And all the old secrets hidden away by the Lu family were gradually pointing toward my antique shop in the modern world.
As well as the old cabinet my grandfather had forbidden me to touch for more than twenty years.
Sooner or later, I would have to go back.
But right now, there was a more troublesome question.
Lu Jingtang looked at me and asked:
"Xu Wenzhou, if you go back, will you come back here?"
This time, I didn't dare answer right away.
Very good, the logic is very clear