Spring Thunder Startles the Insects

The female chairwoman knows the cold folklore college student Shushu × the male protagonist Xia Heng's loose talisman heir Maomao On March 5th, deep in an ancient alley, in front of an old game arcade that had changed hands countless times, Xi Zhi stood in the musty air, regretting for the thousandth time that he clicked on that post and accepted the order. The person who posted the message "Shang Shang Shang" only left a photo of water leaking from the outer wall of the game arcade, with the text: "Stinky water leaking from the wall, giving me nightmares every night, I have to spend a lot of money to find a solution." What really made her determined to go to the appointment was the endless prophecy made by her master three days ago: "The Waking of Insects is coming, and the truth will come to light." At this moment, as soon as the fingertips touched the cold compass shell, a careless voice came from behind: "Ah, do you still take antiques out with you these days?" Xizhi turned around and ran into a pair of playful peach blossom eyes. The young man wore washed-white jeans, a black backpack slung across his body, and an orange-flavored lollipop in his mouth, chewing it sizzlingly. He looked like a high school student skipping classes, exuding a carefree and unruly energy. "I'm sorry, I've booked this place. I'm afraid you can't 'play' here today." Xi Zhi turned sideways and blocked the iron door of the game hall with a cold face, with an undeniable alienation in his tone. "What a coincidence." He shook his phone, and on the screen was the store transfer contract that had just been signed. "But now, I am the new owner of this game arcade, and I just stopped by to take a look at the newly acquired 'industry.'" He tilted his head and looked at the tight corners of her mouth, and the smile in his eyes deepened, "But... Welcome my first 'customer.'" The two looked at each other unwillingly, and the air seemed to be filled with the tension of needlepoint and wheat. At this moment, a clear wind chime suddenly sounded from deep in the game hall - the doors and windows were obviously closed, and there was not even a breath of wind. The compass pointer in Xizhi's hand started to spin wildly, almost breaking free from the brass casing. "Interesting." Xia Heng put away his cynical expression and took out a yellow talisman from the side pocket of his backpack. He held the talisman between his fingertips and shook it gently, with a sharp look in his eyes. "It seems that my money was not wasted." When the two of them worked together to pry open the leaking wall, a cool breeze mixed with a fishy and musty smell blew in their faces. Behind the wall was not the empty space as expected, but a giant fish tank covered with moss. The water in the tank was turbid and green, and there was a Buddha head floating quietly on the water. Below the Buddha's head, what is connected is not the complete Buddha body, but a dark unknown object. The outline of a human figure can be vaguely seen, as if it is tightly entangled by something and sealed in cement. Xia Heng looked closely for a moment. The talisman on his fingertips was slightly hot. He chuckled, but his tone was a bit solemn: "This thing is indeed related to the disappearance case twenty years ago." What is the connection between this strange cement Buddha, the unsolved case from twenty years ago, and the looming underground organization behind it? An unexpected encounter tightly bound two people with completely different painting styles together. From then on, the rigorous and traditional folklore college student was forced to start a day and night investigation with this "unreliable" talisman successor. He laughed at her for having "weird logic" and having to make sense of everything; she disliked him for being "unformed" and acting entirely on intuition, and this was the beginning of their daily bickering with each other. As the Jingzhe approaches, the evil spirit in the tank surges, and the pursuit of mysterious organizations also follows. One relies on deduction to figure out secrets and solve puzzles, and the other uses talismans to avoid disaster and resist danger. The two are forced to break the rules and taboos they adhere to. This investigation, intertwined with the weirdness of folklore and the logic of reality, will eventually reveal the truth that has been sealed for thirty years, and face the human calculations that are more terrifying than supernatural phenomena. Intention: Break the rules