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At 2000:2 on February 4, 0, the sound of alarm bells, ambulance bells and fireworks resounded throughout Qingzhou at the same time.

Less than 500 meters away from the Guolong River where the fireworks are set off, there is a large entertainment club called "Dynasty". It used to be an entertainment paradise with bright neon lights all night, but now it has become a scorched hell on earth.There is an open space for guests to park in front of the clubhouse. At the moment, firefighters are coming and going from the inside of the clubhouse to this open space to remove the burnt remains of the victims beyond recognition.

Like hell, on New Year's Eve, when there should be laughter and laughter, the police responsible for recording the number and characteristics of the victims frowned into the Great Rift Valley, and all police officers and emergency personnel felt uncomfortable.

Whenever the firefighters brought out a dead body, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the almost scorched body had no signs of life, but the medical staff still followed professional ethics, tidied up their appearance with red eyes, and stepped back silently. He bowed to them respectfully, and let them finish this unexpected life with dignity.

"There are a total of twelve victims." The middle-aged policeman opened his mouth hoarsely and with difficulty opened his mouth to order other police officers: "All of them have lost their vital signs... You guys, go to contact their relatives. Some victims...need relatives to take DNA to identify their identities .” Because most of them were burnt black, and the facial features had been burnt blurred, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"Huh!" At this moment, a medical staff was "examining" the last body of the victim who was brought out, and she suddenly found that the body was burnt black all over, but it was an iron box in her arms. The things in it are still intact, "Here is something!"

It was a black lottery!

There was also a piece of fragile paper in the lottery tube, which read: "Zhou Yu, I finally found the lottery tube in Binhai, please accept my gift. ——Xie Hailin"

Zhou Yu is a Temple Zhu, a small Town God's Temple Temple Zhu in the outskirts of Qingzhou.This Town God's Temple is an old antique handed down from generation to generation by his Zhou family, and it is considered an old antique.On New Year's Eve, many men and women, old and young, come to this small temple that has aged to burn incense and pray for the coming year.

After seeing the splendid fireworks, I sent the children to bed.

At 1:10 in the morning, the temple had just closed its doors after seeing off the last batch of praying visitors.The ear-piercing ringtones of the phone were especially loud at night. He was afraid of waking up his wife and children, so he hurried over to pick it up, "Hello, I am Zhou Yu from Liufang Temple in Qingzhou, may I ask..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yu galloped on the snowy road like flying on a bicycle with [-] bars.

In the early morning, the Qingzhou police station was brightly lit, and everyone was so busy that they were dizzy.In the hall, the manager of the Dynasty Entertainment Club was communicating with the police, and there were heart-piercing cries from the families of the victims... Zhou Yu walked in silently, and pulled a policewoman who looked like a girl: "Hello, I am The family members of the victim Xie Hailin..."

"Is that Zhou Yu?" The policewoman looked very serious, she glanced sharply at Zhou Yu who was wearing only a sweater and no cotton jacket in Daxuetian, sighed and said, "You have to be mentally prepared... …The scene was terrible, everyone was burnt … unrecognizable.”

Zhou Yu pursed his lips and nodded, and finally, led by the policewoman, went to see Xie Hailin for the last time.

When he was about to leave, the female policeman stuffed him with something, sighed and said, "It's amazing to say that when your friend was killed, he was holding this stick, and the cement and steel bars were almost melted, but this thing is fine. , you accept it, your friend gave you a gift, just think about it."

On January 2001, 1, at 23:7 p.m., Zhou Yu closed the gate of the temple so early for the first time in decades after receiving a call.While his wife was cooking dumplings in the backyard kitchen, he called his 10-year-old son into the yard for a chat.Zhou Yu said, "Did you sneak into my room and look at that black lottery?"

The son thought his father was going to blame him, so he shrank his head in fright, but Zhou Yu just sighed and patted his head.Seeing that there was no scolding, Zhou Yuan, who was a big kid, took advantage of the good time of Chinese New Year to ask out the doubts in his heart: "Dad, why is this lottery holder different from the ones in our temple? The lottery holder is made black, which seems unlucky." , is this for fun?"

Zhou Yu didn't smile, his face was tense, "Have you read the signature in the lottery?"

"Look." Zhou Yuan said honestly, "The signature is a bit strange. The signatures in our temple are all one, two, three... The signature on the stick is written with some strange words, corpse is not called, three Genggu, White Bone Grass, White Bearded Hand, Copper Post...all these strange words, Dad, what do they mean?"

Zhou Yu quietly watched his son speak out all the words, and remained silent for a long time.He seemed to be struggling with himself, and after a while, he sighed, and pampered Zhou Yuan's soft fur, "You have grown up so big, Dad hasn't even given you a gift, you Go to the drawer in the study, where I put the gift."

For Zhou Yuan, his father, Zhou Yu, was a serious person. Other classmates had all kinds of gifts during the festivals, and Zhou Yuan could only stare and envy him.This time, when I heard that my father was going to give me a gift, I was so excited that I wanted to go straight to the study.

"I said I'll go again after a while, the gift won't run away!" Zhou Yu's tone was a bit harsh, and he wanted to talk to his son, when the voice of his wife calling for dumplings came from the kitchen.He patted his son on the shoulder and said: "In the new year, you are also one year older, so you should be less naughty and angry with your mother on weekdays. Go, give your mother a hand and bring out the dumplings."

Zhou Yuan felt that his father was very different from usual today, and felt a little uneasy.But my mother was in a hurry, and he was also in a hurry to leave. When I left, I seemed to hear my father say "I'm sorry."

2001年，1月24日，凌晨0点00分。

"I'll close the door. Go to bed first, don't wait for me." After saying this, Zhou Yu left the house to close the temple gate.But the timid wife woke up cold at one o'clock in the morning and found that her husband hadn't come back, so she called her son to go out to have a look together, but found Zhou Yu lying on the ground at the gate of the temple.

The snow was stained red, and Zhou Yu lay stiff on it.

Zhou Yuan discovered that his father had been stabbed in the chest by a black sign with the words "Emperor Fengdu" written on it.