Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen asked, puzzled, "Uncle Ma, how did you know I went to my aunt's house?"

"I'm just crazy, not stupid," Ma the Cripple laughed.

"You moved away more than ten years ago. Why did you come back if you weren't going to your aunt's house?"

I really need to thank you!

Xiao Shang, good deeds are rewarded. Your help this time is like a rebirth for me!

After the aliens take me away, I'll come back to see you when I have time!

Here, I made this little gadget especially for you. Take it and play with it.

Since you don't want money, I'll use this as a thank you gift.

Shang Muchen took the small radio handed to him by Ma the Cripple, fiddled with it for a bit, and said, "Uncle Ma, I must say, this little radio you made is quite exquisite."

However, to be honest, these days nobody listens to the radio anymore; everyone's on their phones.

"Ha, little merchant, you don't know your stuff anymore."

This radio of mine is no ordinary radio.

This is a radio that can connect to an alien network and can listen to alien channels.

"Don't believe me? Open it and listen!"

"Oh, that sounds fun! Let me listen." Shang Muchen chuckled as he turned the knob, and the radio emitted a "GG" sound.

"...You must choose a reputable brand; for hemorrhoids, come to the Big Iron Rod Hospital and see Director Tong..."

Shang Muchen pursed his lips, not daring to make fun of him, for fear of upsetting Ma the Cripple, and then turned off the radio.

"Thank you, I was just listening to something to help me sleep before going to bed tonight."

The two were chatting under a tree by the roadside when suddenly a black sedan stopped at an intersection not far away. Three men in suits got out of the car and walked over.

Shang Muchen immediately recognized that among these people were Japanese devils he had seen several times before. One of the women had even conjured up a slit-mouthed female demon head when he looked at her from afar, startling him.

Two men and a woman approached. A middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses and slightly hunched over glanced at Shang Muchen, ignored him, and turned to Ma the Cripple, saying:

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Ma?"

"I am not Mr. Ma, I am Ma Housheng," Ma the Cripple replied earnestly.

The middle-aged man seemed a little confused. He scratched his head, thought for a moment, then nodded and asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Ma Housheng, may I have a moment of your precious time?"

"Haven't you already taken up my time?" Ma the Cripple retorted.

"However, my time is not precious. I have plenty of time. I plan to live for ten thousand years, travel around the universe, and then find a planet to settle down on to study quantum mechanics..."

Do you understand quantum mechanics?

"Uh, well..." The man with glasses was taken aback by the question.

Ma the Cripple asked himself the question and answered it himself, shaking his head and saying, "Whoever says they understand quantum mechanics doesn't understand quantum mechanics."

Richard Feynman emphasized that the counterintuitive nature of quantum mechanics makes it very difficult to understand its phenomena.

I've considered that if we take entropy reduction as the driving force of the universe, then quantum mechanics is just a piece of candy.

Do you like milk candy?

The lame man's rambling words confused the bespectacled man, who kept scratching his thinning hair, listening intently, and carefully considering how to answer.

"Mr. Ma Housheng, please listen to me. I have something I'd like to ask you."

"You have something to say? I don't. You want to ask me something? I won't teach you." Ma the Cripple said, shaking his head. "You speak quite well. Just say what you want to say directly. Don't beat around the bush. It's too much trouble."

Do you want some milk candy? I'll treat you to some.

As he spoke, Ma the Cripple took out two White Rabbit milk candies from his pocket, gave one to Shang Muchen, and another to the man with glasses.

The bespectacled man took the candy, unsure whether to eat it or not, and awkwardly held it in his hand.

"Mr. Ma Housheng, my name is Kurosaki Hideto, and I am your admirer."

I have read your masterpiece and admire you greatly. I would like to buy it…

"You admire me?" Upon hearing this, Ma the Cripple became excited and grabbed the bespectacled man's hands.

Haha! I admire myself too!

"Oh, then we're good friends! We're both members of Ma Housheng's fan club!"

"Huh? Well...you're right!" The bespectacled man pulled his hand back, his face full of confusion, like a monkey who didn't know how to eat noodles with chopsticks, and said somewhat flusteredly.

"Um... I'd like to buy your patent, I..."

Ma the Cripple's madness flared up a bit; he spoke incoherently, and patted the bespectacled man on the shoulder with a laugh, saying:

"Brother, I'm going to be taken away by aliens in a couple of days, I'm going to go to heaven."

I'll send you a postcard then.

Oh dear, I wonder if aliens have postcards...

With that, the lame man walked away with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and swaying, leaving the bespectacled man standing there.

Shang Muchen tore open the candy wrapper, popped the candy into his mouth, and savored the sweetness.

When we were kids, Ma the Cripple always carried candy with him and would give it to the children.

While eating candy, Shang Muchen casually observed the conversation between Kurosaki Hideto and Ma the Cripple.

On the surface, Shang Muchen appeared calm and composed, but inside he was in turmoil.

Is this man Hidetoshi Kurosaki?

Is this the guy who drew the black dog at Tianlu Jiayuan?

What is the connection between him and the black dragon, the black rat, and even the black rabbit graffiti in the rabbit hole?

The other people with him were the ones who sold the gloves to Lu Mingdi. I had met them once at the banquet. They even set a trap to test whether I could see through things.

So, it's you guys who're causing trouble everywhere, huh?

Shang Muchen, who was usually mild-mannered and considered an honest man, suddenly felt a surge of anger. Looking at the Japanese soldiers in black suits, he felt an inexplicable disgust and even wanted to fight them.

He stood to the side, somewhat defiant, eating candy and looking like he was watching a funeral procession, while Ma the Cripple rambled on incoherently, leaving Kurosaki Hideto speechless.

Hideto Kurosaki was completely baffled by Ma Quezi's retort, utterly unable to understand Ma Quezi's thought process, and was left standing there like a dried jellyfish.

The long-haired woman beside him whispered a few words in his ear. Shang Muchen rolled his eyes at her. Kurosaki Hideto turned his head, looked at Shang Muchen, and gave him a slight bow: "Mr. Shang, hello!"

Shang Muchen raised his chin and smiled calmly: "Yes, I'm fine."

Hideto Kurosaki was taken aback, unsure how to respond.

Shang Muchen had nothing more to say to them and turned to leave.

Sitting on the subway on the way back, Shang Muchen's mind was filled with thoughts of Hidetoshi Kurosaki.

Was the photo of Hidetoshi Kurosaki's death that Li Weiqiang showed me a lie?

Why would a senior detective like him bother to lie to me?

Should I tell my fourth uncle about seeing Hidetoshi Kurosaki?

Just then, my fourth uncle called.

"Xiao Chen, are you busy this weekend?"

This afternoon, a friend of mine is at the Shenjiayuan Antique Market and invited me for tea. Why don't you come along? I'll show you around and broaden your horizons.

"Okay, I happened to be free, so I came to find you right away."