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It seemed to be a handwritten book, likely quite old or heavily thumbed through, with some pages showing signs of wear. I opened it and noticed the writing was very juvenile but still legible. As I leaned in closer, I struggled to read, “Primordial Universe, Chaos Birth Tai Chi, Tai Chi also known as Taiyi, is a form of the primordial essence of the universe. Later, Tai Chi divides into Yin and Yang; the light and clear are Yang, rising upwards; the heavy and turbid are Yin, condensing downwards to form the earth. Thus, the earth was formed, and after its formation, the two energies of Yin and Yang attracted each other. Although Pangu Zhenren divided them, they could not be completely isolated; the mingling of Yin and Yang gave rise to all things.
Among all things, those with a relatively balanced Yin and Yang evolved into humans. The pure Yang became some gods, while those with higher Yang energy transformed into mountain gods or spiritual beasts. The pure Yin became the void, scattered throughout the world. Those with slightly heavier Yin energy manifested as lifeless objects, plants, and wild beasts. Ancient People had developed senses; they could see immortals as well as spirits and monsters. However, with the emergence of tools, human organs gradually atrophied, leading to the disappearance of certain instincts—intuition being the first to go, followed by vision. Particularly that kind of vision capable of observing all things faded quickly and naturally, though it did not have a significant impact on people. Occasionally, some individuals were born with this kind of vision, collectively referred to as Yin-Yang Eyes!”
Upon reading this, I couldn’t help but mutter, “What kind of book is this? It’s a mix of styles that doesn’t resemble a published work at all.” It felt more like a patchwork of excerpts or perhaps research notes.
“This is my transcription of the Hongmeng Chronicles,” a voice said suddenly. Startled, I looked up to see Nong standing at the door without me noticing when he had arrived.
I was about to stand up to chat with him outside when I noticed a flicker of blue light in his eyes. I was sure I hadn’t imagined it, but when I looked closely again, there was nothing there. By that time, Nong had already walked in and slowly scanned the room before sitting on the bed and saying to me, “Leader, I want to join the army!”
I was both amused and exasperated; here we go again. I shook the book in my hand. “Did you copy this?” I shifted the topic. Nong nodded. “What made you want to copy this?” I asked, genuinely concerned that some children might be overly obsessive; kids at this age can easily develop schizophrenia due to delusions. If that were the case, I couldn’t take him away.
“I copied it,” Nong affirmed.
“Why copy this?” I pressed.
“Leader…” I interrupted him, “Don’t call me Leader; you can call me Squad Leader or Wang Squad Leader.”
“Wang Squad Leader! ” He adapted quickly. “Do you believe in Yin-Yang Eyes?” Now it was his turn to change the subject.
If this were back in college, I would have scoffed at such a question. But after everything I had experienced—especially regarding Revive—it became difficult for me to firmly stand on a materialistic viewpoint and dismiss everything outright.
“Maybe some people do have them; legends don’t just come from nowhere,” I replied vaguely.
“Legend has it that Bao Zheng from the Song Dynasty had Yin-Yang Eyes, which allowed him to judge during day and night,” Nong suddenly interjected.
I chuckled lightly. “If you want to join the army, you’ll need to let go of some notions first.”
Nong lowered his head and quietly said, “I know; I will.” For some reason, I felt that this child possessed a maturity uncommon among his peers.
The room fell into silence for a moment. Since I needed to talk with Nong anyway, I thought it best to continue here.
So I casually asked, “Nong, what hobbies do you usually have?”
“Reading.”
“Just reading?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you go out to play?”
“No.”
"Where did you run off to after dinner? Everyone was looking for you," I asked curiously.
Silence.
I thought to myself that this child probably had something on his mind. However, if it was unrelated to his personality, then it wasn't something I needed to worry about.
I asked again, "So what are your special skills?"
At this, Nong seemed to perk up. He lifted his head and looked at me. "Squad Leader Wang, I have excellent night vision. Does that count as a special skill?"
I suddenly became very interested. I decided to test him. I casually pulled some coins from my pocket, took out a fifty-cent coin, and held it up in front of my chest. "Can you tell me what this is?" We were about a meter apart, and it was quite dark; I wasn't sure if he could see it, but I didn't think he would be able to tell the denomination.
To my surprise, as soon as I raised my hand, he said, "It's fifty cents."
I switched to a one-yuan coin. Before I even lifted it, he said, "You've changed it to a one-yuan coin."
I was stunned. Looking at the coins in my hand, I had one twenty-cent coin, one five-yuan coin, and one ten-yuan coin left. Nong continued, "You also have a twenty-cent coin, a five-yuan coin, and a ten-yuan coin in your hand."
How impressive! I couldn't help but marvel at his abilities. Still skeptical, I decided to test him further. I noticed a deck of playing cards on the edge of the table and had an idea. I asked Nong to shake out the blanket and put it over his head. I drew a card from the deck—a seven of hearts—and showed it to him.
Before long, Nong reported back, "It's a playing card, seven of hearts."
I was greatly astonished; the light was very dim under the blanket, and most people wouldn't be able to see anything at all.
I continued to slip several more cards into his hands, and he accurately named the suit and number each time. Incredible! I thought to myself that I had to take this child with me! This could be considered a special ability!
I asked him to remove the blanket and inquired how he came by such an ability. He shyly explained that he had discovered he could see things at night since he was young. As he grew older, this ability became stronger, allowing him to see even more things. When he mentioned "more things," he emphasized the words quite heavily; unfortunately, I didn't pay much attention at the time. If I had, perhaps I would have been somewhat prepared for what happened later.
The room was too dark for my comfort, so I called Nong and stepped out of his room. I wanted to talk to his parents about his ability. His mother was waiting outside; his father hadn't returned yet. I had no choice but to ask her about it. She couldn't provide much information either; she only mentioned that when he was just a month old, everyone noticed that his eyes were different from other children—his eyes had a hint of blue. They took him to the county hospital for an examination, but the doctor said there was nothing serious and that he would be fine as he grew older. As Nong grew up, his vision improved significantly—especially at night when he could see clearly; during the day he seemed lethargic but became lively at night. Gradually, Nong discovered that he enjoyed seeing things at night with perfect clarity as if it were daytime!
A hint of blue?! I recalled that when Nong first entered the room, I thought I saw a glimmer of blue light flash in his eyes. This child is indeed quite special.
Just as I was pondering this, the village chief, Nong's father, and Old Wei returned from outside. They were surprised to see Nong and Old Farmer exclaimed, "Kid! Where have you been? We've been looking all over for you!" Just as he was about to scold further, the village chief stopped him and said to me, "Something has happened in the village; I can't stay with you now. Leader Wang, you can rest here for now; I'll arrange for someone to take you back later."
I glanced at Old Wei and noticed that he also looked worried; something serious must have occurred. Old Wei noticed me looking at him and said, "I'll help the village chief out; after all, I'm also a military officer—some tasks fall under my responsibilities."
I was just about to ask what was going on when the village chief hurriedly pulled Old Farmer and Old Wei out the door, leaving me standing in the Main Hall, unsure of what to do. I had no choice but to sit back down in the Main Hall and engage in light conversation with the Mother of Nong.
Time passed slowly, and by the time I checked the clock for the third time, it was nearly four in the afternoon. I began to feel a bit impatient. Nong, who had been waiting nearby, noticed and quietly stood up to walk over to me. "Wang Squad Leader, should I go take a look?"
I glanced at him and nodded. "Go see what's happening. Hurry them up—your village chief and Uncle Wei—we need to get back." After what happened last time, I made it a point never to stay overnight in the village again.
Nong acknowledged my request and headed outside. Just then, his mother called after him, "Ask them how long they'll be back for dinner!"
Another hour passed, and my anxiety grew; it seemed unlikely we would be able to return tonight. Just as I was feeling restless, Nong rushed back inside. He first addressed his mother, who was preparing vegetables. "Everyone will be back for dinner soon; Dad wants you to start cooking." Then he turned to me. "There's been an incident. Mao Mao from the east side of the village went missing last night and hasn't been found yet. Many people are searching around the mountains."
I was taken aback. "Who is Mao Mao?"
"Mao Mao is a girl from the village; she's thirteen," Nong replied briefly. I stood up and looked around; it was already getting dark at five o'clock. Turning back to Nong, I thought to myself that this better not turn into another mess. With that thought in mind, I sat back down again while Nong helped his mother prepare dinner. I remained alone in the Main Hall, waiting for everyone’s return.
About half an hour later, I heard a group of footsteps and voices outside. I stood up—was everyone back? Sure enough, the village chief was the first to walk in, followed by a police officer who looked to be in his forties, slightly overweight and weary-looking. Behind them were Old Wei and Old Farmer. I was somewhat shocked; why was the police here?
At that moment, I heard the police officer say, "It's past four o'clock now; we can't rule out that something happened to the child. We need to intensify our search tonight."
(To be continued; more exciting developments tomorrow!)
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