I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

In the early morning, a ray of golden sunlight came in through the gap in the curtains and fell on Lu Jian's face.

The house is surrounded by sweet singing, and the melody of "Unforgettable Tonight" can't be tired of hearing, even the black shadow beside the bed seems to be shaking its head, enjoying the music.

Lu Yi opened his eyes and saw an eye looking at him beside the pillow.

The eyeball with a big clump of hair at the end noticed that Lu Lian had woken up, and hurriedly retracted into the corner of the bed, and could not be found again.

Yawning, Lu Juan sat up instead of going back to sleep.

After washing up, he went downstairs to buy breakfast, walked into the elevator, and suddenly thought of what happened last night.

"That old man, I don't know what happened."

When he came downstairs, he found that there were several workers building the shed.

This kind of coffin shed usually has its entrance and exit facing south. In some places, there will be a big banquet and several nights of mahjong games. However, Jiangcheng is relatively urbanized, and the coffin shed only occupies a few parking spaces.

Smelling a strong scent of incense, Lu Juan looked curiously at the portrait in the coffin.

"..."

In the portrait, it was the old man I met last night.

"So, did he go last night?"

Lu Jian inquired casually, the old man was over seventy years old, and he didn't wake up after sleeping on the bed last night, so he was considered to be free of illness and pain.

"Let me offer incense to the old man."

Lu Jian said to his family.

"you are?"

The old man's family members seem to have not recovered from the shock, and there are deep circles in their eyes.

"I live on the thirteenth floor, and I have met your father twice."

Lu Jian told the truth.

The family members didn't stop them either, since they are all neighbors after all.

Lu Jian offered incense to the old man, and after worshiping, he raised his head.

he saw

The old man was hanging upside down and crawling on the top of the coffin shed, lying on all fours on the black shed, watching Lu stumble.

"Does your father have a habit of hanging upside down on the wall?"

Lu Jian suddenly asked a question, which made the woman of the family stunned, raised her head unconsciously, and looked at the position where Lu Jian's gaze was pointing.

"You, what are you kidding?"

She was a little dazed.

"Near the ceiling of your house, is there a cabinet or something like that?"

Lu Jian asked again.

"It's not clear..."

The woman muttered something, as if remembering something.

"I do have a cupboard in my house, but I haven't opened it for a long time."

"If you have time to open that cupboard, you may have something unexpected."

Lu Jian didn't explain too much. He took a last look at the old man on the ceiling and walked out of the coffin.

While eating breakfast, Lu Jian watched the news.

Lu Jian didn't know how many strange things there were in the city of Jiangcheng.

He has been studying here for several years and has never had a similar experience before.

And since coming to the quiet place, Lu Jian has seen many things that he has never seen before.

After studying it, Lu Jian felt that there might be something wrong with Jiangcheng.

This place has always been a battleground for military strategists from ancient times to the present, with frequent wars, and there are definitely more people who died around than in ordinary cities.

Coupled with the layout of the Jiangcheng Grand Theater, which can attract great beings from the distant deep space, it is hard not to think of something.

"It's impossible that there is something buried underground in Jiangcheng."

Lu Yi had breakfast, returned home, and continued to work.

In the past two days, he mainly sorted out the story outline of the whole film and finalized the ending.

Some students may ask, isn’t there all the materials? Why do you need to sort out the outline and just connect the materials and throw them in? Isn’t it over?

Actually not.

Editing, storyboarding, and plot advancement play no less role in a movie than scripts and actors.

Some movies are mediocre in the first edition, but the director's cut version can be supernatural. Some movies have gorgeous special effects and a great plot, but because of the fancy editing, people can't understand them at all.

Lu Tripping does not need such superb skills. The essence of this movie is still a thriller adventure theme. It ends with a tragedy, and it is enough to highlight the elements.

In the evening, Lu Jian stretched his waist, stood up from the computer, and prepared to go downstairs for dinner.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID, it was Feng Yu, the old squad leader.

"Hey?"

Lu Jian answered the phone.

"Are you okay? I read the news today and said that the serial murderer was caught yesterday. It seems to be where you live."

Feng Yu's voice sounded a little worried.

"No problem. In fact, I helped catch that serial murderer. He sneaked into my house and was caught by me. The police comrades all praised me for being brave."

Lu Jian told the truth.

"Haha, really, then you are too powerful."

Feng Yu chuckled, but it was obvious that he didn't quite believe Lu Jian's words.

"By the way, you sent a message to collect materials before, but you are still working now?"

"It's been taken."

"So you're going to post a new video?"

"Almost, but it's not finished yet."

Lu Yi looked at his editing software.

"That's a pity. I wanted to take advantage of the Mid-Autumn Festival to go out for a meal or something."

Feng Yu said casually.

"Aren't you going home for Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Lu Jian remembered that Feng Yu didn't seem to be from Jiangcheng.

"I won't come back. My mother is going to give me a blind date as soon as I get home. I'm in trouble."

There was a bit of helplessness in Feng Yu's voice.

"You can hide from the first day of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day."

Lu Jian answered seriously.

"...Do you have time to come out during Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Feng Yu was stunned for a moment before forcibly ending the topic.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival may not be good, but the eleventh is fine."

Looking at the calendar symbolically, Lu Jian replied.

He pays attention to continuity in his work, and the movie will be ready by almost October.

"Then come out on November to make an appointment for a meal, and watch a movie by the way?"

"Okay."

Lu Jian thought for a while, since the old squad leader had invited him so sincerely, he had no reason to refuse, anyway, he was just going out for a meal, and he would not lose a piece of meat.

The two chatted for a few more words before Lu Jian hung up the phone.

Putting on his shoes and going downstairs, he saw that mourning and music were being played in the altar, and there was the sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha.

Looking inside, Lu Jian didn't find any trace of the old man, but found that the old man's daughter saw him, her eyes lit up, and she walked over quickly.

"I went home at noon, opened the closet and looked, and it was full of the old man's things."

With a sad expression on her face, she took out a stack of things from her bosom.

"Is it a passbook?"

Lu Jian asked curiously.

"no......"

The woman showed Lu Jian the stack of things.

It's a photo.

Old, yellowed photos.

There is a young couple in it, wearing the clothes that were popular at that time, in their prime.

There is also a family portrait of a couple with a child, as well as some travel and daily photos.

But I don't know when, the wife disappeared, only a man and a girl.

Turning to the back, there are almost all photos of a naive little girl. Those photos run through her baby, child, and student days. Just through these photos, you can feel the love of the photographer for the girl.

It can be seen that the man here is the old man.

"My dad usually has a bad temper and doesn't want to talk to us. I always thought he disliked us, but I didn't expect..."

The woman was depressed and didn't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate for her to know this after her father died.

"How can there be parents who dislike their children?"

Lu Jian smiled and waved goodbye to the woman.

Beside her, a hunchbacked old man stood in the setting sun, and their shadows overlapped, just like in the photo, the man with sad eyes forced a laugh and pulled his daughter.

At that moment, as at this moment.

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