Door in the Fog

There is a door made of mist between the secret history and the present history. When Mi An went south to the quenching pond, he only had enough money in his pocket to survive for two months. She needs a quiet autumnal equinox, a shallow river, and a ritual that no one has ever succeeded in: river mourning. Qin Lu, the special commissioner of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, had been eyeing her on the train - he opened her book, sat opposite her, and looked at her with the eyes of a "predatory bird examining its prey." "You need money." Qin Lu put her snake back on the table. "It just so happens that I need a living person who knows the secret history." Quenching pool, something is waking up underwater. Someone is rearranging human internal organs with needle and thread, and those stitched creations crawl out of the pine forest, lying on all fours, with their joints reversed. ——The present history is the only permitted history, and the secret history is the excised part. But they found a still pulsating blade at the bottom of the lake.