rt, couldn't help it... Finally, I decided to open a historical article. The female writer traveled through time and died, leaving behind a posthumous child. The protagonist was her son. I hope everyone can support it.

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Winter evening.

In the last subway of Beijing Line 5.

There are few passengers, only a few cars with sporadic passengers. In one of them, there is only a sleepy lady wearing black-framed glasses, wearing a black down jacket... or a girl? Anyway, there are as many older virgins as mature girls these days, so it doesn't matter to women or girls.

"There is no inspiration!" As the carriage slammed, the girl suddenly woke up and began to mumble inexplicably. "There is no urban legend in Beijing in the whole world. If you have to see the last bus of Line 5, you can see the Lock Dragon Well... There are lights everywhere, and there are modern equipment everywhere. I believe it and continue to waste time here!"

"But what to do with tomorrow's chapter?" After venting, the older girl who stood up with the handrail continued to think weakly. "It's been two days of leave, and I can't get enough attendance this month. The editor may not pay attention to her as a floppy writer, but the only loyal readers may be dissatisfied? I've traveled through time and didn't write, so why did I believe in the evil writing about urban supernaturalism? Could it be that the Jiang Nu has finished her career? Should I change a job? But what else can the Chinese department do besides writing online articles?"

While I was thinking about it, the subway door suddenly opened, as if I had arrived at the station?

The older girl shivered in the cold wind when the door was opened, and then almost instinctively stepped out.

It was pitch black around. The subway car behind him closed the door and drove forward after a moment of pause. The confused older girl had never understood what was going on. But soon, as her eyes finally adapted to the light, the female writer was no longer interested in the problem of light, because she was stunned by the scene in front of her - it was an ordinary well, built by stones, broken and realistic. Behind the well was a stone tablet, with blurred and invisible handwriting, and a stone pillar stood on one side of the well, and an iron chain was pulled out of the pillar, and then dragged all the way to the well.

At this moment, the older girl seemed to have forgotten the horror and fear of these emotions, almost with a hint of mission. She quickly stepped forward and tried to hold the long chain, just to see if it could never be pulled as legendary.

But the moment she held the chain, the stone tablet behind the well suddenly trembled slightly, and then it cracked. The stone pillar at the beginning of the chain was directly broken, and a colorful light flashed through the well... Then, this confused female writer who was not afraid of heaven and earth was dragged by the iron chain and dragged into the well in reverse.

As soon as you enter the well, the monument is broken and then covered the wellhead.
Chapter completed!