Daomu Biji

Since I entered this old forest in the deep mountains and came to this wooden shack that I did n’t know which year I built, I felt that the atmosphere around me was a little different, so I slept very unsteadily, almost half awake, when I turned around to see By the time of this eye, there was no hazy feeling, but it was immediately awake.But when my eyes turned to the gap again, I realized that the eye was gone.

I lay on the ground, although there was a distance from the ceiling, and the fire in the room was dim, but I still concluded that I read correctly, and I also found that the eye was very large and round, and it did not seem to be human eyes.

In the middle of the night, the old itch did n’t know where to go, leaving me alone, and being stared by a strange eye, I was a little scared in my heart, but now this situation, compared to the ancient tomb, I do n’t know How many times better, I dared, stood up carefully, picked up the flashlight, crept up the wooden ladder leading to the attic.

The wooden ladder could hardly bear my weight. When I stepped on it, a moan was about to break, making every step of my muscles tight. My luck, the wooden ladder did not collapse as I expected.

The windows and doors of the wooden shack have large gaps due to decay and deformation. The mountain breeze from outside blows in, and the bonfire in the middle keeps shaking.The sloshing light penetrated through the attic floor again, making the whole attic ghostly.

I held the torch and scanned it again, and found nothing strange. The whole loft was empty, except for some dustpans and buckets made of bamboo and vines, there was no place to hide, just on the left wall of the loft, There is a transom, only two slaps so big, there seems to be something hanging outside the transom.

I walked towards the gas window and took a photo with a flashlight. I wanted to see what the hanging thing was. When the light of my flashlight shone on it, I heard a "squeak" and a yellow shadow. Suddenly drove away.

I was taken aback, and when I looked out, I saw a very fat golden monkey hanging on the eaves not far from the louver, and had a fierce expression on my teeth.

I saw its eyes, just like I saw in the cracks in the floor, I was already relieved. It seems that this guy was just hiding in the attic to peep at me.

I did n’t want to be a monkey, but it might startle me, and kept attacking me, making a harsh scream. I felt something bad, so I used a flashlight to illuminate its eyes. Frightened by the glaring flashlight, he made a few screams and jumped onto the roof.

I smiled viciously, and felt strange in my heart. The golden monkey is a first-class protected animal, usually very shy, how come it came to someone's place, is it attracted by the fragrance of our baked dry food?

The golden monkey will not act alone. There must be several monkeys around. I have heard of monkeys attacking humans. The attack power of a group of monkeys is very amazing. Even if they cannot kill people, they will also take away their luggage and dry food. It is a very unfortunate thing to provoke a monkey. I must be more careful.

I looked my head out of the transom again to see if there were any other golden monkeys around. However, no trace was found. Instead, I found that the outside view was very wide. Under the moonlight, I could see the outline of a large forest, showing A bleak gray, the canopy swings in the wind, like the waves in the sea, making the sound of leaves rubbing.

At this time, I suddenly saw a flashlight in the forest, looming in the darkness.

I recognized this white light. When I asked Old Itchy to buy equipment, I told him to buy the best. As a result, he bought more than 2,000 pieces of mountaineering flashlights. The light of this flashlight is very special, white and white. The penetrating power is very strong, used to irradiate the snow, and can melt the snow.

So I immediately concluded that the owner of the flashlight was the old itch, and I suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart: what was he doing there so late?

After staring at it for a while, and feeling strange in my heart, I went down to the attic, put on my coat, and touched the place where he was.

In the attic, it seemed that the flashlight was only 30 meters away from the shack, but actually it was farther away. I walked downwind and walked for ten minutes before I heard the sound from the windward. It is a rhythmic percussion sound. It seems that there is a person playing the drum slowly. I was short and approached slowly, and soon I saw a person who was making something in front.

I slowed down and continued to approach. There was a pile of lush bushes about ten meters away from him. I hid behind and looked closely, only to find that the sound of drumming was actually the sound of engineers shoveling the ground. .

Old Itchy was shirtless and was digging something on the ground. The flashlight was placed on the tree by him, acting as a street lamp.

My mood is very complicated. On the one hand, he was curious. He was in the middle of the night digging things with his back. What on earth did he want to do? On the other hand, I was very upset. He did so, obviously there was something hiding me from me. Came to help him, but he concealed from me, this is very undesirable.

I watched it secretly for a while, and I did n’t find any special behavior. He just dug the earth. My heart was a little impatient. On such a cold night, I squatted here, covered in cold, it ’s really one. A very uncomfortable thing.I suddenly thought that if he just wanted to dig a pit here all night, then I would accompany him to suffer here, would n’t it be an idiot, with an old itchy character, change it in the middle of the night, come out and dig a pit, it ’s not strange that he has Once, even ran to the cemetery in the middle of the night, and then ordered takeaways to pizzerias throughout the city.

At that moment, I almost rushed out and asked him what he was doing, but I immediately dismissed the idea, because just the moment I got up, I saw a clay pistol inserted on the waistband of his pants.

This thing should be a Soviet-like ТТ3033 Tokarev pistol. I listed this thing on the purchase list, but he told me that it was not bought. I did n’t even think he would cheat me. Now, when I look at it, I feel cold all over my body.

When I first saw the old itch, I always thought he was the same as before, so he didn't guard against him at all. Now, it seems that his mentality is actually very meticulous, and it's almost hidden.

Originally, I was quite sure, even if I jumped out and kicked him into the pit, he would not be angry, but, after seeing this gun, I hesitated, now the old itch, I ca n’t seem to Using previous experience to speculate him, if I jump out, he may kill me with a single shot.

I did not move forward, but squatted quietly there to see what he was digging.

Old Itchy is very vigilant. Every three times he digs, he has to stop to listen to the surrounding dynamics, but I stood at the downwind, and the wind blew all the sounds I made to the other direction, and he never found me.

He dug for half an hour, and suddenly, something seemed to be stuck in his shovel, making a clear sound.

He stopped digging and leaned over.I saw that he took out a stick-like object from the pit.

The stick-shaped objects are all mud. I can't judge what it is, but I intuitively feel like a bone. The old itch wiped it a little, and I didn't look carefully, but hurriedly wrapped this thing in cloth , Stuffed into his bag.

I continued to observe to see what else he could dig, but found that he began to fill the soil back.

At this time, the mountain breeze gradually weakened, and there was a sign of changing the wind direction. If I hid again, it would probably be found. I got up secretly and started to walk backwards. The old itch has achieved its purpose, eager to add soil I went back, so I didn't pay attention to the movements around me anymore. I speeded up my pace and went back to the shack smoothly. I slept quietly and pretended nothing had happened.

After a while, the old itchy and crippled walked back. He saw that I was still asleep, sat down opposite me, and began to add wood to the campfire.

I closed my eyes, my heart was churning, my curiosity and disappointment were mixed, and my heart was very uncomfortable. I plan to wait for the old itch to fall asleep when I change my guard. I will go back alone, because I am In order to help him, he came to this place reluctantly. Now that he has something to hide from me, I naturally have no obligation to stay any longer. Whether he lives or lives, it has nothing to do with me.

But the old itch was full of energy, and didn't mean to change my guard. I squinted and stared at him secretly, and found him half lying on the ground, thinking dumbly.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he gently took out the stick-like object in his bag and began to wipe it with a cloth. Soon, the dirt on it was wiped off, revealing a yellow metallic luster. In an instant, I felt Very puzzled, because on the surface, the mysterious thing turned out to be just a copper stick.

A puzzled expression also appeared on the old itchy face. He looked at the stick upside down. His face became ugly. It seems that he just knew that something was buried in that place. What was it? clear.

I saw that he even wore rubber gloves, as if he was very taboo on this stick, and the curiosity in his heart was even worse. Why should he wear gloves, can't he touch it directly with his hand? At this time, I have changed my attention. , I still have to leave tomorrow morning, but the money I have to go, I have to know what this thing is.

Thinking of this, I pretended to have just woke up, rolled over, opened my eyes halfway, coughed, and asked him: "Old itch, what time is it?"

Old itch is studying the stick with concentration, and I was surprised by a sudden question. He hurriedly put this thing behind his back, then looked at his watch and said, "Three ... three points more . "

"Oh!" I pretended not to see his embarrassment, rubbed his nose and sat up, said: "Well, then we should change the guard, you go to sleep."

Old itch supported me, his hands behind his back, secretly trying to put that copper stick in his backpack, I laughed in my heart, pretended to be moving my hands and feet, stood up, and walked towards him while yawning .

He was taken aback by my sudden movements, and his hands were tense. I couldn't put the stick in smoothly with any effort. I swayed leisurely to his side, pretending to want to go to his bag, He saw me attached to his body, and all of a sudden he was too nervous, and then the brass rod rolled out and rolled to my feet.

I did n’t expect that things would develop like this. I did n’t get ready for a while. I was shocked and pretended to be surprised. I asked him, "What is this? Where did the stick come from?" Pick up.

Originally, I wanted to take the opportunity to take a closer look at what this copper rod looked like. What I didn't think was that the old itch's reaction was surprisingly large. His face instantly turned pale, and he shouted, "Can't touch it!"