Daomu Biji

The name that popped up on my phone had not appeared on my phone for a long, long time. The moment I saw it, my thought was, no matter whose name popped up on my phone, I wouldn't be surprised. But I was extremely surprised by this person.

actually. It's not a name, but a title.

"grandfather"!

The name displayed on the phone is the number my grandfather used before he passed away. No one has beaten him since he was buried. Unexpectedly, Jingran is not shut down now.

I paced back and forth in the yard, thinking to myself ***, it seems that we are really close to the core. I'm on the right track, but I still don't understand, what are these people doing?

I thought for a moment, then continued to dial the number and put the phone to my ear. I don’t know what I can hear, but I’m actually looking forward to it. No matter what the sound is, I’m looking forward to it.

"Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be connected"

I put down the phone. Grandpa's phone must have run out of battery. There might be some money in it, because Wu Laogou lived quite well in his last days. My third uncle recharged my grandfather’s phone card. One charge may be enough to last for several years, so there was no downtime. However, there must be no one charging that phone.

My grandma is not a person burdened by love. She lives a very smart life. She is not too sad about my grandpa’s death. I don’t want to disturb her now.

This house was rented by my grandfather for nineteen years.

I no longer want to dwell on the possibilities. I called the landlord's phone number again and told him that I had contacted the second landlord and that I would pay 500 yuan each month to the second landlord's account and the landlord's account. The second landlord asked me to go directly to the landlord to get a copy of his previous payment certificate to the agency.

The landlord was very enthusiastic. He probably knew that he could collect an extra 500 yuan a month, so he quickly sent me his account list. I light a cigarette. Over the wall. While asking his subordinates to find a few people who know how to open doors, he asked friends in the bank to inquire about the person who made the payment to this account.

My friend was embarrassed on the phone at first. I said I would give him some benefits and told him that he only needed the account number of the payer before he agreed. The account number was sent quickly. I entered the account number into the automatic deposit machine, and soon the name corresponding to the account popped up.

I stared at the automatic deposit machine for a long time.

It's my grandfather's name.

Maybe grandpa used the automatic debit method.

I returned to the street and was nearly hit by a truck while crossing the sidewalk. I couldn't care less about this, so I came to a coffee shop in a daze and found a place to sit down.

I found myself unable to think anymore.

How is this going? Could it be that grandpa dug that basement?

Grandpa rented the house next door. Digging a basement and spying on his son?

Grandpa is not that perverted, right? In my impression, Grandpa has basically been born and lives in his own world and memories. In his later years, he only had a cup of tea, a few dogs and an old woman walking hand in hand along the West Lake.

However, nineteen years, I thought about this number. What was my grandfather like nineteen years ago?

A lot of fragmentary information flashed through my mind, and I thought of some ambiguous words that my second uncle said to me, implying that they didn't know that my third uncle was fake.

Nineteen years ago. It seems that it was the time when the fake third uncle returned to Hangzhou from Xisha. After he came back, my second uncle and my grandfather quickly discovered something was wrong. But I don't know what happened.

At that time, everyone was still quite taboo about "it", especially grandpa. I will definitely think that it is related to him. In order not to alert the snake, grandpa dug a cellar here to monitor this fake third uncle.

It's possible, very likely.

So why would someone live in a cellar all year round? Could it be that Grandpa and the others hired someone to monitor Uncle Third at that time? This person stayed in the cellar all year round and has not gotten off work until now?

Well, this is really the hardest job in the world. The place of work is actually in the sewer, and there are no holidays. If it was a secret room built nineteen years ago. That is to say, staying here in darkness for nineteen years was even worse than being in a small coal kiln.

in addition. There is another question that is impossible to explain. Nineteen years, with the courage of my grandfather and second uncle. Nineteen years of surveillance and nothing has changed? Nineteen years can change a dynasty. Why are they still under surveillance now? In other words, grandpa and second uncle should soon discover the problem. From the hint given to me by the second uncle, there is also this meaning. They know that the third uncle is the one who solves the problem, so why don't they take any measures?

Could it be. With such surveillance, have they detected feelings? Or do the second uncle and grandpa have their own plans? So what's the plan?

I couldn't figure it out after thinking about it, and I couldn't bear it anymore. I realized that no matter how difficult and shrewd my second uncle was, I still had to show my cards to him. I really had to know what they were thinking.

Back to my third uncle's place, I lay on the sofa and thought about it.

In my previous understanding, plotting against the second uncle was basically seeking death. There was no intermediate process required for the second uncle to figure out a situation. He just looked at his expression and general remarks. You can immediately know what the other party is doing behind the scenes. Moreover, what he likes most is to follow the game you set. Once when we went to our hometown, the third uncle made a scheme to embezzle something left over from our ancestors. The second uncle kept pretending that he was in the scheme, but in fact, he made various arrangements along the way to break the scheme. Another clan member has a bigger situation. When the third uncle thought he had finally won once, the second uncle took away all the fruits of victory with a few words.

I wonder if my second uncle will tell me everything. What is the premise for him to tell me?

I really can't think of it. If my second uncle won't take the hard way, the only possibility I can force him to submit is to force him with his life.

but. The second uncle is a very shrewd person. He knew that I was the kind of person who would never risk my life, so I thought he was most likely just drinking tea there and not paying any attention to me. I can't really kill myself.

I had to put myself in a position where he would understand that if he didn't tell me, I would really die. In other words, I have to do things that even I can’t control.

Do you want to pretend to be kidnapped? I thought to myself, if I cut off my own finger and send it to my second uncle, will my second uncle give in?

I think I'll give in. However, I don’t think the second uncle will give in immediately. One finger is definitely not enough. The second uncle’s nerves can hold on to at least three.

When I came to the kitchen, I looked at my left hand, picked up the kitchen knife, and selected three of them that seemed unlikely to be used. I made some gestures and suddenly felt that life was very beautiful, why should I?

Will my second uncle come over and talk to me personally? If he dug this hole and the people below escaped, the second uncle would definitely know immediately. Will the second uncle take any emergency measures? Will a directional missile fly over in a moment? Blow me up to the sky? A long time had passed and when I came back nothing had happened. This is fucking weird, if there aren't any emergency measures. What is the use of such surveillance?

I think all directions seem to make sense on this matter. But I'm missing one key, the only key. In the past, I was too far away from the truth. I could only see many straight-line clues that contradicted each other. However, this time I was too close to the truth, so what I saw were countless possibilities. In comparison, absolute impossibility and countless possibilities, I now find that the former is more kind.

Scheme against the second uncle.

I picked up the kitchen knife again and pressed my hand on the chopping board, as if this was my only way. Although it was a bit stupid, I seemed to have no choice.

A feeling of determination and solemnity surged up from the bottom of my heart. At this time, I realized that I was going crazy and that my inner demons had reached an uncontrollable level.

help me! I muttered to myself, and just about to strike hard with my knife, at this moment, the cell phone I put aside rang.

I was startled, and in an instant, all my energy was gone. It's almost as if the person is exhausted. Picking up the phone, I paused and realized it was an unfamiliar number. I picked it up and asked who it was. The other party said: "Put down the knife and look out the window."

As soon as I heard this voice, I realized it was the voice of the person I heard in the cellar, and I immediately looked out the window. I saw a flashlight flashing in a farmer's house in the distance.

I was wondering when I heard the person on the phone sigh: "I put the flashlight here. I left the things you want to know next to the flashlight. After you read it, you will know what to do." "To be continued