According to a message from a netizen named "Bukawa Honguchiku", he said that this is a Japanese medal, called the Ruibao Medal.
The shape is the shape of tung flowers and leaves.
The small mirror in the middle of the medal is imitated from the Ise Shrine in Japan.
The artifact Yata Mirror, paired with sixteen consecutive beads, symbolizes supreme glory.
It is generally awarded by the Emperor to those who have made special contributions.
It is the main medal awarded by the Japanese army in World War II.
"Japanese Army" I was stunned for a moment.
The circumstances of Mr.
Wan's death immediately came to my mind.
Committal suicide was the most common method used by the Japanese army.
This means that the evil spirit in the tunnel is a Japanese soldier who committed seppuku during World War II.
But the question came again, how could this Japanese soldier appear in the railway tunnel in Thailand?
Thinking of this original railway that was only supported on the cliff by steel bars and wooden piles, I understood something, and quickly asked Tony to search for information about this railway. .
Tony searched on the computer for a while, and read while translating: "The Death Railway, also known as the Myanmar Railway or the Thailand-Burma Railway, was a railway built by Japan to occupy Myanmar during World War II to connect Bangkok, Thailand, and Yangon, Myanmar.
The railway was named the Death Railway because of its dangerous terrain and extremely high worker mortality during construction.
The workers included not only Japanese but also Allied prisoners of war.”
It turned out that this was a death railway during World War II, but the Japanese were the leaders, and the Japanese soldier with this medal obviously had a prominent status.
It was not his turn to go to the front line to build the railway.
He must be an officer-level commander.
Why he committed seppuku and died is a mystery to me.
It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening after I came out of the Internet cafe.
I couldn't delay any more.
I quickly called Wang Weijun and asked him to ask Mrs.
Wan about Mr.
Wan's birthday, and asked Tony to go to the lounge.
After finding Mr.
Wan's personal belongings teacup, Tony and I headed to the railway tunnel under the cover of darkness.
The railway was extremely quiet at night, and the terrain was dangerous, which made people frightened.
It was almost time when we arrived at the tunnel.
Because of the characteristics of the tunnel, the wind blew in and produced a huge whistling sound, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, which immediately made people feel furry.
I took out the magic weapon and opened an altar to try to summon Mr.
Wan’s soul out.
When Mr.
Wan was summoned, the scene of his suicide was reenacted.
He looked dull and was kneeling on the ground with a machete.
Without hesitation, he cut his abdomen with a knife. , Tony and I gasped when we saw it.
Mr.
Wan gradually fell to the ground motionless, his body soaked with blood.
After a while, Mr.
Wan suddenly started to move and was struggling to get up.
Tony had never seen the scene where I summoned souls, and he was a little scared.
He asked me what was going on.
I told him that it was just the soul wandering here and reproducing suicide, and told him not to worry.
Mr.
Wan stood up unsteadily.
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There was a knife stuck in his abdomen, and blood and intestines were flowing out.
But Mr.
Wan didn't realize it.
When he saw me, he looked dull and confused.
I lit the soul-inducing lamp and turned around.
He reminded Tony in a low voice: "Originally, I could just send his soul back to the town, but I had something to ask him, so I used the soul lamp to guide him home step by step.
At this time, his memory was chaotic and fuzzy, and If you can't see the state of your body, don't look back at him.
Once you look back, the person's yang energy will scare him to think of everything, and he will also see the miserable state of his body.
When he knows that he died tragically, he will suddenly lose his mind. " Tony nodded and turned around quickly, then asked softly: "Doesn't he know that he is dead at this time?"
"Yes, there is a saying in China about the first seven days.
During these seven days, you will not know that you are dead.
Your soul will be wandering all the time.
People who commit suicide will be trapped in one place, but no matter how they died, they will be found in these seven days.
On the way home and searching for memories, during these seven days, he will slowly discover that he is dead.
When he returns home, he will realize that he is really dead, and he will accept it.
There is a step-by-step buffering process, so it will not happen suddenly.
I was so frightened by the news of my death."
I explained.
"Got it."
Tony responded nervously.
I patted him and smiled and said, "Don't be afraid."
I started to walk out of the tunnel with the soul-inducing lantern, and Tony's tense body stiffened against mine.
There were waves of gloomy energy behind us and chills running down our spines.
Mr.
Wan followed me step by step, making weak gasping sounds.
His voice was very floating, as if it was an echo coming from a distant place.
After exiting the tunnel, Mr.
Wan sighed in a weak voice: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
I looked up at the sky.
There was no pollution in the mountain environment.
Everything was very primitive.
There were few moon stars in the sky and thin clouds were floating.
It was hazy.
It was indeed a beautiful moonlight.
Mr.
Wan and I saw the same moonlight.
But we are no longer in the same world, which makes me feel a little sad.
"Yes, it is indeed beautiful."
I responded.
"Hey.
Who are you?
Your back looks familiar, but I can't seem to remember what happened.
Where am I?"
Mr.
Wan muttered in confusion.
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Tony squeezed my arm nervously.
I glanced at him to relax, then took out the medal, raised it and asked, "Do you recognize this thing?"
"This.
It seems to be placed on the bedside of my lounge.
Hey, I can't remember when I put it there.
It's strange."
Mr.
Wan said.
Although Mr.
Wan's memory is vague, he can slowly recall part of it as long as he is guided.
"Ah, I remembered.
I picked this up when I was inspecting the railway."
Mr.
Wan said.
"Where did you pick it up?"
I asked again.
"Next to Milestone 42, I remember when I was patrolling there that day, I stepped on a foreign object.
I picked it up and saw that it was an exquisite medal.
I quite liked it.
So I took it back and threw it on the bedside.
By the way. , It’s not that far past the tunnel, look, that’s it,” Mr.
Wan said.
Tony had been listening to Mr.
Wan's words attentively, and almost reflexively turned around to see where Mr.
Wan was talking about.
I quickly glared at him, and then he came back to his senses with a shock, his head was so stiff that he didn't dare to Moved.
It turns out that the evil spirit is not in the tunnel, but in the jungle beside the tunnel.
No wonder I didn't find anything strange in the tunnel when I summoned the spirit just now.
"Do you remember what happened today?"
I asked.
Mr.
Wan was silent for a moment and said: "Part of the note is that when I came to work at the station in the morning, I was busy with many things until dinner time.
I went to have a meal and then quickly went to the lounge to sleep.
By the way.
I should still be sleeping in the lounge, Why are you here?
It’s strange.”
In other words, Mr.
Wan doesn’t even know what he did later.
"Then do you remember what happened when you were sleeping?"
I asked after thinking about it.
"What happened when I was sleeping?"
Mr.
Wan murmured, and then said: "I remember, when I was sleeping, there was a burst of cold air on the back of my head.
The weather in Thailand was too hot, and this air was very comfortable.
I was dozing off at the time.
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Very confused, so confused that I don’t even know I asked how this energy came about.
I just felt so comfortable and fell into a deep sleep.
Moreover, I also had a very strange dream.
In the dream, I felt as if I had entered the body of a Japanese officer, wearing a An officer's uniform with binoculars hanging on his body.
I had a Japanese saber hanging on my waist, and I saw a scene of Japanese soldiers beating laborers with whips.
A Japanese soldier came over to me and saluted and reported the situation.
I actually started chatting in Japanese, and I could understand this Japanese soldier.
Reporting to me that an American prisoner of war was dissatisfied I wanted to resist, so I pulled out my saber and rushed over, stabbing him to death without any explanation.
Then I woke up.
It was so strange that I had such a headless and tailless dream.
I was frightened.
I saw you when I woke up, by the way, who are you?"
It seems that my conjecture is correct.
Mr.
Wan was bewitched by the evil spirit of the medal on his bedside when he was sleeping, causing him to have a dream related to the Japanese officer.
This was actually not a dream, it actually happened.
It was that The memories left in the medals of Japanese officers As for Mr.
Wan, he later went to a sugar cane vendor to buy a machete.
Unbeknownst to him, he was seduced by the evil spirit in the medal.
This medal can be regarded as the clone of the Japanese officer.
Although his spiritual power is not as good as the original body, it is enough to attract Wan.
Mr.
Wan lost his mind, which is why he was particularly cruel to the hawker.
What the hawker saw at that time was the clone of a Japanese military officer possessing Mr.
Wan.
After the matter was basically figured out, I slowly guided Mr.
Wan to recover his memory, compressing the first seven days into one night, so that he could gradually understand that he was dead.
This process requires extreme care, as once something goes wrong, Mr.
Wan may be driven to pieces.
Under the night, a dim soul-attracting oil lamp flickered on the empty railway.
Tony and I slowly led Mr.
Wan's soul home.
It took two hours to walk back to the town.
After walking all the way, we finally arrived.
Now that we are in a small town, Mr.
Wan is gradually coming to his senses.
"You mean I'm dead?"
Mr.
Wan said in a trembling voice, which became very erratic.
"Mr.
Wan, I know it will be difficult for you to accept it for a while, but you have to accept this fact.
You have a wife who loves you very much.
When she learned that you were murdered, she was very sad and invited us to investigate your death.
"The truth, I'm not only going to get the truth about death from you tonight, but I'm also here to take you back home.
Mrs.
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Wan is afraid that you will be wandering outside and be alone," I said in a deep voice with my back to Mr.
Wan.
Mr.
Wan was silent for a while, and then there was a burst of choking and sobbing from behind.
Mr.
Wan was only sad but not afraid now, which meant that he slowly accepted the news of his death.
I turned around immediately, and Tony's face changed greatly in fright.
"It's okay, come back."
I sighed and said, and Tony turned around tremblingly.
When Mr.
Wan accepted the fact of his death, all his memories would become clear.
Soon he discovered the wound on his stomach.
He opened his mouth in surprise and gasped for air, but slowly he felt relieved and cried silently.
With tears in his eyes, he choked and said, "Master, thank you."
"Mr.
Wan, it's getting late, go home."
I said.
Mr.
Wan wiped his tears and nodded silently
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