Undercurrent

The rain was like broken beads, hitting the windows of the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Detachment, making a dull sound. Lu Chen rubbed his temples, feeling a familiar dull pain in his left wrist - this damn rainy day always reminded him of the old injury that hadn't healed yet. At the other end of the city, in a dim room, a man was carefully wiping a complete mirror. The face reflected in the mirror was blurry, only the pocket watch in his hand was ticking, and the hands pointed to eight o'clock in the morning. There were several photos scattered on the table, and the faces on them were all circled in red pen. One of them was the shooter in Lu Chen's operation three years ago - a person who should have served his sentence in prison. "Three Worlds" may refer to the past, present, and future; "Ten Directions" refers to all directions. The mirror can reflect time and space, but it requires a "heart" to understand and choose. Lin Feng stood quietly in the cave for a long time, and then said: "My father wanted to replace the heart with technology, and wanted to replace diversity with unity. But he was wrong. The mirror is just a tool, and the heart is the key. This realization is hard-won, but precious. Shen Yu patted his shoulder: "You have found your own way. " "Still looking. Lin Feng said honestly, "But at least, I know which way I shouldn't take." " At night, they camped on the Gobi Desert. Around the campfire, looking at the stars, chatting about the past and the future. "Sometimes I wonder," Lu Chen said, "If we hadn't used the three keys to interfere that night, if the 'door' had really been fully opened, what would the world have been like? " "Have no idea. Shen Yu said, "But maybe it is also wise to keep some doors closed." Not all secrets need to be known, not all possibilities need to be explored. " "Do you believe in parallel worlds? Lin Feng asked, "In a certain world, we made different choices, the door opened, and things were completely different." " "Possible. " Shen Yu looked at the bonfire, "But in this world, we made this choice. And this choice brought about this night, this conversation, these understandings. Maybe that's enough. " They fell silent, except for the crackling of the campfire and the silent rotation of the stars. The wind in the Gobi Desert smells of sand, dry but pure. Shen Yu thought of Chen Xuanzhi, of Pierre, and of all those who had stood in front of the mirror and made choices. They may not see today, but their choices impact today. And their choices will also affect the future. The mirror is broken, but each piece is connected to the past and the future, and to all the people who have ever stood and will stand in front of the mirror. It's a long story, but it's not over yet. Because as long as there are people looking into the mirror and people caring about their reflections, the story will continue. And they, as the guardians of this era, will continue to wipe the mirror to ensure that it reflects reality, reflects beauty, and reflects hope. The campfire dwindled and the stars grew brighter. In front of the largest mirror in the universe, three small figures sit together, sharing warmth, understanding, and cautious hope for an unknown tomorrow. Purpose: jurisprudence