As soon as the catkins on the outskirts of Beijing spread over the red wall, a strange nursery rhyme wrapped around the roots of the imperial city like poison ivy: "One foot of cloth, tied to sorghum, two liters of millet, sunk in the cold pond, three sticks of incense, around the painting hall, four pieces of brocade, covering the cloister, five-inch needle, dotting eyebrow cream..."
Within three days, two officials died one after another - the minister of household affairs hanged himself on the high beam of the ancestral hall in the mansion. The marks on his neck were as thin as cloth. There was a foot of white silk on the desk, with the words "pay debt" written in cinnabar on the silk. "" Two characters; when the river censor was patrolling the water transport at night, he lost his footing and fell into a cold pond on the outskirts of the city. When he was salvaged ashore, he held two liters of swollen corn in his arms, and still held half a wooden sign with "Old Grudges" written on it between his fingertips.
For a time, everyone in the capital was in danger, and the sound of children singing became a life-threatening talisman. What's even more shocking is that after every murder, there will be one more sentence in the nursery rhyme, like the God of Death continuing to write his sentence in the dark.
Intention: Justice in this world never comes by waiting for it. I fight for it with blood as ink and bones as pen, stroke by stroke!