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Chapter 37 February 25
Walking under the moonlight, I finally returned home with the tin box dug out from the ground. I took a few breaths and looked at my watch. It was already 1:[-] in the morning.

I sat down, although it was late at night, but I didn't feel sleepy at all.I looked at the tin box, the dirt stained my floor, I couldn't care about it, I dug out some hammers, pliers, wrenches and other tools from the drawer.I looked at the iron lock on the box again. After so many years, the iron lock had already rusted. I started to use wire cutters to hinge the iron lock, and then used a hammer and a wrench to fix it together. After a lot of effort, I finally It was opened by me.

The moment the iron lock was broken, my hands suddenly became soft. I calmed down my heartbeat, and then slowly opened the box.

she was.

I see a face.

A woman's face, a woman in her early 20s, or rather, a woman's head.

My hands were shaking as I reached into the box and carefully lifted her head.She has snow-white skin, long black hair hanging loose, her eyes are closed, and her expression is serene.Next, I can no longer use words to describe her. I can only say that she is beautiful, she is beautiful, and I can only use this word to describe her, because other various adjectives cannot accurately describe her. Beautiful.

Her beauty surpassed Xiangxiang, Huang Yun, and all known women.

She is queen.

Empress of Emperor Tongzhi, a woman who died in 1876 AD.

I hold her head in both hands, and my fingers are on her remaining neck. I can feel the soft neck and delicate skin with the most direct touch of my fingers.I brought her close to my eyes, and I watched her carefully, at her face, at her closed eyes, at her mouth.I must admit that she has an impact, a visual impact, which has killed many people.Only then did I believe that those people had fantasies, surprises, and even fears about her.

If I were to compile the history of the Qing Dynasty, I would write such words——Queen Arut, a magical Mongolian beauty.

At the base of her neck was a flat wound, but with jagged cuts, evidently made with a saw.I could see the trachea and blood vessels in the exposed neck section, as if it had just been severed.

Then, I put her on the table and continued to observe her. If I just looked at her face, I would never believe that she was already dead. She seemed to be asleep, so she must have no pain at all. In fact, she suffered The greatest pain in the world, the pain we the living inflict upon her.

I don't care anymore, I know that most of those who touched her are dead, but I don't care about anything, I stroke her hair, her face, the soft skin is still elastic, I touch my own face, I couldn't tell any difference between my skin and hers except her skin was more delicate.Only then did I completely believe that those forgotten archives and what those people said were all true.

I finally found what she needed.

That was a part of her, the most important part—the head.

I turned on the computer, went to Ghost of the Tomb, and entered the last maze game again.I walked a few steps in the maze, and then wrote in the dialog box below: I found what you need.

A few seconds later, an answer popped up in the dialog——

Tomb Ghost: Did You Really Find It?
Me: I found it, I know everything, you are not my Xiangxiang, you are the queen.

Ghost of the Tomb: You have courage and wisdom.Remember that street garden with the statue of Pushkin?Half an hour later, you rushed there, under the statue of Pushkin, and gave me back what I needed.

Me: Okay.

Ghost of the Tomb: Go ahead.

Then, I log off.Turning off the computer, I held the queen's head in my arms, put it in the tin box, and walked out the door.

It was already 3 o'clock in the morning, I was walking on the deserted road, I decided to continue walking, half an hour was enough.I hugged the tin box tightly to my chest, as if holding the Queen's head in the box.Under the cold night wind and moonlight, I suddenly remembered a novel I once wrote called "The Lover's Head". It was about a man whose head was beheaded in ancient times, and his lover, a beautiful woman, At night, he took his severed head away, took the head to a bamboo forest, put antiseptic measures on his lover's head, and then lived with the head.The head has not changed, it will always look like a young man, but the woman is getting old, after several decades, the woman has become an old woman, holding the still young man's head and lying in the grave.

I feel that I am now like that woman, holding the eternal head, going to death.

The night was blurred, my footsteps echoed in the city, the box on my chest was warmed by my chest, and I knew that her head was facing the place where my heart was beating.Maybe she could feel everything I was thinking.

I finally arrived at the garden in the middle of the street, and the statue of Pushkin was standing there alone. I remembered that she, who appeared as ROSE, once said to me when she walked past the statue—"Stones are also alive, and everything is alive." He is alive. The statue can also think, and he has the same emotions and thoughts as people. From this perspective, he is alive and he will never die. Because—life can last forever.”

Perhaps, this is why she chose to come here.

I walked into the street garden.The shadows of the trees are whirling, and Pushkin under the moonlight is looking at me and the things in my arms.I walked under the statue of Pushkin, held her head in the box, and waited quietly for her to appear.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit, and a shadow appeared in the bushes.

She is coming.

Dressed in white, still with a fragrant face, the natural fragrance wafting in the night wind, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.She approached me, and I couldn't help taking a step back. Under the moonlight, she said faintly: "Are you afraid of me?"

"No, I—" Facing her, I was speechless.

"Don't be afraid. I'm just an ordinary woman." She stretched out her hand to me, her white fingers glowing white in the moonlight, and she continued, "I won't hurt you, after all, you are the second real The man who owns my body."

I suddenly felt like I was hit by something, and my heart was extremely painful. The second man, then the first one must be Emperor Tongzhi. Am I also his substitute?I couldn't imagine it anymore, I interrupted her: "I'm sorry, don't say it."

She replied softly: "Trust me, you are not a substitute. In fact, in your heart, I am Xiangxiang's substitute."

I was surprised and admired her very much. She was right and she understood my thoughts.I thought of something again: "The last question, what is your name?" The history books did not leave her own name as a woman.

"Twigs, branches of branches."

Arut Twig, I finally know her name.

"Take what you want." I handed the box in my arms to her.

She took the box, did not open it, but stroked it lightly, and then she said softly: "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, I just hope that there will be no more dead people. All the living people are innocent."

She didn't answer, but nodded to me, and then that fragrant face gave me a faint smile: "Maybe, we will meet again."

Then, she turned around, and I suddenly said to her, "Aren't you going to open the box and look inside?"

"No, I believe you." She said, she walked out of the garden in the middle of the street, and disappeared from my sight in the vast night.

Only the scent was left in the air.

I touched my heart, and found that I was much calmer, that kind of fear no longer existed.I looked back at Pushkin again, the poet was meditating.I thought quietly for a while, and then walked out of the garden in the middle of the street. Instead of going home, I walked aimlessly on the road in Shanghai.

I don't know how long I walked, but I saw the eastern sky glowing white against the dark blue background, so I quickened my pace and walked eastward.When I walked to the Bund, the east was already full of sunshine, the dark blue night sky was gradually fading, and the white east was coming out from the other side of the Huangpu River.Finally, this miraculous night passed, the sky was already white, and many white seagulls flying from the Yangtze River estuary were flying on the Huangpu River, and a huge ship was cutting through the river and heading for the sea.I saw that round of red sun. In the gaps between several skyscrapers in Lujiazui, the sun rose slowly, as if climbing a tall building, while the moon on the other side continued to hang in the sky.

The big bell on the Bund Customs Building rang, and the distant bell rang around my ears.

I love this city.

(End of this chapter)