Sherlock Holmes

long night...

Due to a certain custom, I went to a place called [hometown] on the eve of Qingming Festival. In order to avoid touching some taboos, I will not reveal too many details and locations.

In short, the environment here is more remote than I imagined. The nearest Internet cafe is 86km away from me. If you don't have a car, you can't get out with your legs.

Compared with the city, it is extremely boring here. The signal shows 4G. I just tried to code, but I really can’t. There is a meadow outside the window, but there is no grass. In the true sense, I can’t see it at a glance. By the way, yesterday I tried standing in front of the window to see if anyone would pass by, but I didn’t see any Holy Spirit for more than an hour.

Of course, compared with the inconvenience of these locations, what makes me more happy is that I was lucky enough to witness the grand rituals of some northeastern shamanistic sects that are rarely seen in cities.

It’s not the common Qingming Festival customs. I used to think that those customs already represented a certain part of China’s traditional culture, but now I discovered that those are the simplest parts left to adapt to urbanization.

I watched Weird Fairy before, and there were some scenes describing some folk customs. At that time, I felt that the author took the materials from the folk and then added some grammatical treatment to present them.

But I now find that the real unsimplified custom itself is very... very...emmmm

Very difficult to describe.

I’m not talking about Chinese horror.

It's something very profound and difficult to understand. It feels like the whole sacrifice really revolves around some kind of power, but you can't see that thing.

Especially when the gentleman started writing flags.

Yes, I saw the flag.

A large piece of cloth was spread out in the dark night, with a white brush stuck to black ink, and the dark liquid on the red banner outlined huge characters.

Only then did I know why there were only white and red flags. It was because in the early morning hours when there was very little light, only these two colors were clearly identifiable.

After the flags were raised, the feeling of spreading a big umbrella hanging down suddenly made people awe-inspiring.

Okay, I was a little scared, but fortunately there were many people around.

A lot of people.

There are robes in the front row and sleeve bands in the back.

It was so majestic that no cars dared to honk their horns when walking along a road.

I feel that, regardless of whether the Chinese are materialistic or not, they actually believe in some inexplicable things in their hearts.

I may not be able to return to the city until the 2nd, so a new chapter can only be written on the 2nd. This novel will soon reach its final plot. At the end, you will find some familiar plots.

It is very likely that some people have realized that I am going to create another universe. The previous Fat Melon universe was very green, and some parts could not be filled in later. In the end, the plot of the confrontation between the novel character and Fat Melon was deleted from the detective manual. .

But I feel pretty good about the beginning of this universe, except for the fact that Sherlock Holmes is written but there is very little reasoning...

But as I said at the beginning, our detective is not the type to follow the criminal investigation route.

(Ni Ma, why did you choose the name Sherlock Holmes?)

People who haven’t read my first novel may not know that there was a character named Ah Fu in that novel, which was very embarrassing.

So I feel wronged to Xiao Fufu for the time being.

I'll add the rest of what I've seen and heard when I have time. It's adapted from real events, not even edited. This horse riding is no more up-to-date and beautiful than mine...