Daming God Case

They gave me a new pair of shoes. The soles are made of Thousand Layer Buna, the stitching is dense, and the uppers are embroidered with auspicious clouds. I looked at it over and over again at home three times and couldn't bear to wear it. My mother said that tomorrow is the first day of work at Ciqing Palace, so I have to dress decently. The memory behind it is broken. It's not the kind of slowly blurred break - it's like someone using scissors to cut a piece of rope in the middle. One second I was arranging my collar in front of the bronze mirror, and the next second it was all blank. Then there was another clip: a man in a Feiyu suit squatted in front of me, stretched out his hand and rolled my eyelids. His fingers were cold. I want to talk. Can't tell. My mouth was open and my throat felt like there was a ball of cotton stuffed in it. He stood up, and someone next to him asked: "Lu Baihu, how are you doing?" He shook his head. "God has been poached by man. Man is still alive. But it is no longer him." I want to shout - I am who I am! My name is Zhao Laifu, the new eunuch from Ciqing Palace, and my mother sells tofu in Tongzhou - but I can't tell. Because I find I'm not sure. My name is Zhao Laifu? Is my mother really selling tofu in Tongzhou? Who made those shoes for me? Those memories are all there. But like the reflection on the water, it looks real, but it breaks when you touch it with your hand. He took two helpers - a man with a good memory and a woman who didn't feel pain - to find out the three hundred years' secret of Fengyang underground.