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Song Judgement, Song Judgement. Wake up, it's time to depart! "Judgement of Song …

"Who?" I sat up abruptly, and as soon as the words left my mouth, I woke up.

So it was a dream again! I looked up at the clock and saw that it was half past twelve. I looked back at Lu Siran and saw that she was sleeping soundly. I got up slowly and went to the window to light a cigarette. The small sector was completely silent. At this point, everyone else had already gone to sleep. Occasionally, the roar of a car engine could be heard in the distance, then gradually faded into the night.

The lights of the city shone through the glass on the floor and on the walls, so that the room did not seem very dark. I opened the window a little wider, for the dream had made me sweat, and it was time for the night wind to blow. Actually, I can't remember what I dreamt just now, but I can clearly remember the three words "Judgement of Song".

A written judgment, in ancient times, referred to contracts, contracts and the like, such as "Zhou Li, Qiu Guan, and the Scholar", "All responsible persons have a written judgment to hear", now refers to a written decision against the conduct of a person. However, there was a surname on the front, so it was obvious that the ruling seemed like another position. It sounded like a title, and it had nothing to do with the definition of the ruling. After thinking for a while, he still couldn't wrap his head around it. The sweat on his body also disappeared completely with the help of the night breeze. I put out the cigarette, hinting that it was only a dream, why so serious.

So I sighed and went back to bed. Due to the refreshing effect of the smoke and the night breeze, he actually didn't feel sleepy at all. After tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, he finally started to feel sleepy. Unexpectedly, just as his eyes closed, another voice sounded.

"It's time to depart, Judge Song." The voice seemed to be even more anxious than before, like a thunderclap that exploded within the room.

My head buzzed and my eyes flew open. My mind went blank. It was not a dream.

"Who?" I shouted.

However, the bedroom was as quiet as it was before. There was no sound at all. After about three minutes, the curtain suddenly moved, and I pushed my eyes towards it sensitively. At this moment, a black figure gradually appeared and walked towards the bed. As soon as I saw a person walking out of nowhere from behind the curtain, all the hairs on my body immediately stood on end. My heart was beating so hard that I couldn't even breathe.

I sat up and tried to look at the man's face, but as the man got closer, I couldn't see him clearly.

Be calm, I kept reminding myself. Seeing that figure getting closer and closer, I steeled my heart. It doesn't matter if you're a human or a ghost, breaking into the house in the middle of the night, raping or stealing, I'll give you a kick first. Seeing that the person had entered the range of combat, he suddenly made a move. He raised his leg and kicked. He didn't expect to kick empty air. I looked closer and saw that the black figure had already retreated half a meter, just dodging my kick.

It seems that the other party isn't an ordinary person, I thought to myself.

I tried to calm myself, and by the light of the distant lamp I could make out the man's medium height, plump and thick. He wore a cloak over his shoulders and a straw hat over his head, but no other details could be seen. After about two minutes, that person moved again. He made a cupping gesture and said, "Song Judgement, it's time to leave. There's a case that you need to investigate." His voice was neither fast nor slow, neither overcast nor overcast, it seemed that the man was extremely calm.

I started. It turned out he'd been keeping me awake, but I'd just graduated from college and was still working on some kind of case.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The night wind blew in from the window, causing the cloak behind him to flutter in the wind. Afterwards, he heard the person say, "I am not human."

I thought, "If you're not a human, then how could you be a ghost? He was obviously trying to lie to me, so I scolded," Are you not a human? Could it be that it was raised by a beast? "

"No cursing!" The man seemed a little annoyed.

"You said yourself that you're not human!"

That person was stunned for a moment before immediately answering, "You'll find out sooner or later exactly what happened. There's a written statement here, take a look." As he spoke, he handed over a scroll.

I looked at the scroll and my eyes stopped, not at this so-called form, but at the left hand of the delivery, because it had six fingers. He seemed to notice my gesture, and immediately covered it with the handle of his cloak.

"A petition?" I took it and spread it out. It was a piece of yellow paper, not very smooth, as if someone had held it, and the words were too dark to read.

"Here's some light for you!" I looked up at him and saw that the man was holding a lantern in his right hand. This kind of lamp with kerosene on the underside, with a wick to draw out, the outside is covered with a belly glass, can prevent the wind breath, often used in the carriage, hence the name.

"You even know magic tricks?" As I spoke, I looked towards that person to take the opportunity to see what he looked like. I didn't expect him to be so vigilant. He immediately lifted his cloak to cover his face.

With the light of the lantern, I could finally make out the words on the paper. The characters were not neat, and the content was not many, which probably meant: Heaven and Earth have their rules and regulations, Yin and Yang have their laws and regulations, Yin and Yang do not invade Yang, Yang does not need to allow Yin, as today is not normal, Yin and Yang do not go according to the law, disturbing my peace, looking for the Yinsi Division to enforce the law strictly, and returning justice to the world.

Based on my language skills, I can still understand these words, but from the content, this is asking for justice from the Yin Division, it has nothing to do with me.

That person seemed to be able to read my mind and slowly said, "You are a Yin Master, your position is in the judgement."

"What?" I felt my heart skip a beat, afraid that I would hear wrongly, so I hurriedly retorted with a question. At the same time, he was confused. When he was young, he heard the elder say that there was a King of Hell in the underworld. The judges held positions of different ranks and governed the order of the underworld together, but that was just hearsay. In < Zi's Wordless >, there was a record of an old man who had been chosen to become a Yin Master. He could not refuse and could only abandon his loved ones to take the position. He died soon after. However, the so-called "strange, powerful, chaotic, God, Zi Jian also did not speak," the story is only a story, its authenticity is simply unable to be verified. But even if that's the case, I'm still young, how can I become a Yin Master. Besides, Yun Yun has tens of thousands of lives, why did she choose me? Why has there not been a sign for more than twenty years?

"Why me?"

"There's no why. This is fate, and can't be changed."

I didn't expect a single sentence from him to block all the questions I wanted to ask.

I looked at the bottom left corner of the book and saw two vertical lines, slightly smaller. One line was "Song", while the other was "Song". There were three red fingerprints on the name and name. It seemed to be his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger.

"Song Ding?" I frowned, feeling like I'd heard the name before. I raised my head to look at the person and saw that he was slowly backing away. "My task has been completed, so I will leave the rest to you." With that, that person disappeared.

My heart jolted as the letter in my hand fell. 'How could this be? Could this fellow really not be a human?!' But he said the rest was up to me, what should I do, I don't want to die yet, I'm not married yet, in the end who was so wicked and picked me. I began to feel uneasy, helpless, and confused.

"Why me? "Why me?" I repeated.

"Why isn't it you!" A voice exploded in my ear, followed by a slap.

I woke up with a start, but my thoughts hadn't completely recovered. I couldn't stop my mouth from moving away. "Bastard, how dare you hit your father!" As soon as I said it, I thought, "Crap."

"Aiyo, Song Yunfan, you're not bad." Lu Si Ran turned around and glared at me.

"Wife, I was wrong!"

"I've never seen someone like you. No matter what, you're still a university student. Hiding at home and talking in your sleep, not even looking for a job, you want me to support you for your entire life?"

"Wife, you misunderstood, I'm not scolding you, I'm scolding that ghost," I said, thinking it was best not to tell her about it in my dreams, lest it frighten her. I pointed to the fishbowl in the corner of the bedroom. There were two turtles in the aquarium that had been raised by Lu Siran for three years, and they also simulated a miniature ecosystem, with flowers and grass, rockery and stone bridges, with lights and oxygen pumps. Unfortunately, these two things didn't live up to their expectations and didn't grow up for three years, so they built the aquarium for nothing.

"You're really bored. Did they provoke you?"

When I saw that she was about to lose her temper again, I hurriedly said, "Wife, you're going to be late!"

Lu Si Ran looked back at the clock and quickly packed up his stuff. When he left, he left a message, "Go online and look for recruitment information. I'll deal with you when I get off work!" Then the door slammed.

"Sigh, I'm actually inferior to a turtle!" I sighed and looked at the weather outside. It was not bad. I couldn't sleep anymore, otherwise, I would really be crippled. I got up and walked over to the window. When I saw the cigarette butts on the windowsill, I suddenly remembered my strange dream from last night.

"Judgement. The Yin Division shall decide." I muttered, "How could I have the ability to hold this position, but the dream seemed so real. "Who is the man in black with six fingers on his left hand, and who is Song Ying?" The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I patted my head. What's wrong with me? Why am I so serious about a dream? At this moment, my cell phone suddenly rang, scaring me. I took it over and saw that it was from the editor.

"Song Yunfan, the novel should be updated soon. A lot of readers are still working on it." The man said calmly.

"Aiyo, Sister Yun, I'm really sorry. I was too busy two days ago and I couldn't spare the time. But I have a draft, so I'll need it soon!"

"You're a young man waiting for work, there's nothing to keep you busy, right?"

"Sister Yun, you've underestimated me. I've always kept a low profile, taking the opportunity to conduct market research and poke around for business opportunities so that I can soar into the sky in the future …" I said quickly.

"Cut the crap, I'll let you be my assistant. What are your considerations? I won't treat you unfairly."

"Hur hur, I'll think about it, think about it."

"Alright, I'm busy now. Hurry up over there!" Just as he finished speaking, the other party hung up.

I held the phone and was stunned for a long time. Yunjie was the same. She always acted fast and decisive at work. Yun-jie, that is my honorific title for her. In fact, she is not much older than me. She is a very energetic woman. My writing career began in my senior year, when I was just casually writing something and posting it on the internet when she discovered it. After graduation, we met a few times, and she took care of me, always persuading me to do well in the writing business, and then she let me be her assistant. I didn't agree to that until now. Forget it, relying on brushstrokes to eat is not as easy as talking. It's better to honestly find a job so that the woman at home won't look down on you.

After browsing online for most of the day, I couldn't find a single one that suited me. Unconsciously, I felt a little tired, so I decided to go out for a walk. It was now the end of September, and the weather was unusually hot. The entire city seemed to be buried in a furnace, and people were hurrying back and forth like ants on a hot pan. Everyone had something to do, and I was the only one who was bored to death. I looked up at the sun, a wave of dizziness, it seems more comfortable to stay at home, go home to sleep, life in my eyes is such contradiction.

"Judgement Song, you should be dealing with that case now." The dark figure appeared in front of the curtains again.

"What do you want? Employment is a two-way street. If you let me be the judge, I won't agree." The last time we saw each other, so this time I was no longer so scared.

"I didn't appoint the position of judge, but you have no choice but to obey."

"Then what is your identity?"

"I'm just a runner." That person paused for a moment and slowly said.

"Running away from him? For whom? "

"Both yin and yang, run!"

"What right do you, a runner, have to mind my business?"

"You can't say that."

This person replied straightforwardly. I didn't want to ask any further questions, so I changed the topic and asked, "What if I don't accept this verdict?"