C7 Night Blind Fox

The cemetery was divided into the upper and lower districts of the whale ditch to the south of Xijing City, and the upper district was mostly buried in the hometown of San Francisco, where the Hu family's parents were buried in the northwest corner. Later on, Director Hou died of illness and was buried in the southeast corner.

After three days out of prison, Hu Donghai finally made up his mind to face the death spirits of his parents.

Just now, he was riding on a bumper car. In the bumpy ride, the past shook and all of it was stuck in his chest. "Son, how do you want me to see your father?"

Arriving in front of the grave, he knelt on the ground. Hu Donghai could not say anything. The pain in his throat was as sharp as a knife. It was as hot as fire.

I am a sinner! He screamed in his heart.

A ray of sunset light scattered across the horizon, and a white crescent moon appeared. The wind blew, and Hu Donghai felt a slight chill.

He stood up and prepared to go down the slope. He accidentally glanced at the southeast corner of the cemetery. He wanted to see Hou Liming's father. The sky turned dark. Hu Donghai passed through rows of tombstones. From time to time, he would see some flower baskets and offerings.

He came to Director Hou's grave and was suddenly startled. He did not expect that there was a bottle of white wine on the stone platform in front of the tombstones. Hu Donghai calculated the time. It was Director Hou's day of worship a week ago. This bottle of white wine was an offering. When Director Hou was alive, he loved to drink the Chang'an special song. This kind of fifty-four degree alcohol made him intoxicated.

Hu Donghai had a deep memory of this. It was also because of the joke that was passed down in the family district back then. "Director Hou doesn't have any alcohol to drink, so he will send his son, Hou Liming, out to borrow alcohol. Hou Liming went to the door and shouted, "Auntie, take a prism!" The wine bottle in Chang'an was square, and the name in the square was "prism wine.

The bottle in front of him was naturally the new product of Chang'an Liquor Factory, but its shape did not change. It was heavy in his hands. On the red logo, there was a small stain of similar color. The sky was very dark. Hu Donghai did not care about the stain. His heart was filled with questions. Who else is worshipping Director Hou now?

When Director Hou fell ill, he stopped drinking. No one mentioned the story of him drinking only four prisms. But after so many years, why is there still someone who remembers it?

It seemed that Hou Liming's wife was still guarding the Hou family, which moved Hu Donghai a little.

When night fell, the cemetery administrator's voice came from not far away. "It's closed. Clear the place!"

Hu Donghai hurriedly put down the bottle and accidentally knocked it on the tombstone. The bottle bounced off the slope and rolled down. There was a "bang" from below. The glass hit a stone. The aroma of wine spread in the wind and soon disappeared.

Hu Donghai bowed deeply in front of Director Hou's grave as if he heard a roar from the grave. "Sang Men Xing!" Hu Donghai took out his flashlight and staggered away.

After returning to the Third Factory Road, Hu Donghai first ordered a bowl of noodles from the noodle restaurant at the entrance of the alley. Then, he squeezed into the crowd of customers and ate in silence.

Prison life had made him a habit of eating. When the time came, he had to eat. If he missed that time, he wouldn't be hungry anymore.

Right now, after he finished eating the noodles, he sat there without moving. The customers beside him were all strangers. Seeing him sitting next to the empty bowl, he didn't understand what he meant. The waiter thought he didn't have money. Come aggressively. He paid for the noodles, but he still sat still. The diners put down their bowls one after another. They stood up and left the table. Hu Donghai was about to leave as well. This was the rule of the prison. He could not leave after finishing his meal. He needed everyone to finish their meal and leave together. Hu Donghai walked a few steps. This rule was called a problem in society. He had to change it!

Ever since he got out of prison, he had been in a cowering state. As the saying went, "When a person is in thorns, he does not move nor stab." He just wanted to guard a nest and make himself more and more numb. He could not feel any pain. But wasn't this just a stiff worm?

Hu Donghai sat in the darkness and looked at the window. During his third year in prison, he suffered from night blindness, commonly known as "bird blindfold." In the night or in the dim light, he could not see clearly, and it was difficult for him to move.

However, if he lost something, he would gain something. The hidden talent in his body was stimulated, and coupled with his hard work, he developed a special skill in the special environment of the prison: Spatial Sense Identification.

The severe confinement of his body and the lack of vision stimulated the sensitivity of his nose and ears.

The current West Capital was completely different from before he had been imprisoned. He wanted to quickly reconstruct the West Capital in his heart. But then again, the West Capital had never changed. The structure of the city had been formed since the Ming Dynasty. The four main cities, with the clock tower as the center and the city wall as the link, were already a foregone conclusion.

Hu Donghai's comprehension and strange skills had been taught by a person in the prison.

This person was imprisoned because of a serious family dispute. If he was not handled properly, he would be sentenced to prison. He was a municipal engineer who was obsessed with the underground wells in the city. He had actually given each well a number. For example: 12, 6, sewage well, located in the middle of Qing Road, Lotus Lake District. His number was: LDZ 126.

Although the city had been renovated on a large scale, these wells were basically the same. They had become another landmark. They were not erected high up, but stuck to the road as if they were buttons.

The more the engineer studied, the more fascinated he became. He began to study the ancient West Capital and the modern West Capital. Using the underground wells as joints, he laid out his own topographical map.

After Hu Donghai got out of prison, the man was still in prison.

The reason why this man had given Hu Donghai advice was to repay his kindness. The night he entered the room, He had originally been sleeping on the floor in the corridor. It was winter, and there were thirteen people locked up in the ship. It was very crowded on the bunk. Although that person had been transferred from another number, But here he could only be considered a new prisoner, so the "boss" and the other "standing committee members" didn't say anything and told him to sleep on the bed. The others didn't dare to greet him. Hu Donghai never joined the "company" of the number one, but the boss gave him face. That night, he moved to the side. The others knew what he meant. No one said anything. That man was lying next to Hu Donghai.

From that moment on, this man had identified Hu Donghai.

"I don't believe you're a murderer." The man had told Hu Donghai. Hu Donghai smiled. "Let me tell you something. Maybe you can use it in the future."

The man described a map to Hu Donghai. "I'll tell you. Use your brain."

Hu Donghai dug deep into his memory and restored the map according to the man's description. As he recalled, he drew a hand-drawn map based on the official map.

The curved lines were thick and thin, and the color of the lines were different. Every line was at a certain distance, and a series of numbers were neatly distributed. That was the location of the well.

The entire map was of the West Capital, but it did not look like the West Capital.

That prison mate called this map the "dark map.

The streets and alleys were crisscrossing. In the eyes of others, it's broken and messed up. However, only Hu Donghai could find the way inside. He seemed to have smelled the scent there and heard the unique sound of every street.

When he was in prison, a "Commissar" heard their discussion and suggested using this skill to escape. "It shouldn't be a problem for you to study a city and a prison, right?" Hu Donghai firmly refused.

Receiving the government's reformation was Hu Donghai's way of atoning for his crimes.