Daomu Biji

The summer mountain breeze blew past the lamp hanging in front of the house. The light bulb shook with a large number of bugs around. The light and shadow were mottled. At first I thought I was wrong, but after the wind, the shadow was still there.

I watched it. At first, I didn't feel anything at first. Later, when I looked at it, my back got cold. Did someone in Agui's house hang?

So he resisted the trance and sat up, rubbing his eyes to see carefully.

Looking at it again, the shadow disappeared, and behind the window was dark, and there was nothing.

Is it an illusion?I frowned hard, and asked Agui: "Who lives behind that room?"

A Gui looked at it and said, "It's my son."

"Oh." There was a flash in my head, but nothing flashed. I just felt dizzy again. I said that it must be that his son was looking here. I drank too much, and the things I saw were not normal.

It was getting late. Agui looked at his house and said that he would go back to rest.

The fat man paid a thousand words and thirty messages, and we greeted him and entered the house.Entering the house, the fat man was depressed: "I rely on just one or two sentences. The son of the turtle can even tell me 300 yuan. The wisdom of the working people is really infinite."

I said who asked you to spend big money, showing rich in the backcountry is the most non-existent behavior. You and your mother still regret it.

The fat man murmured a few words, saying that I was a false Daoist and hypocrite, and I didn't have the spirit to ignore him.Ordinary people entered Guangxi at night and did not fall asleep so easily. We slept soundly a few nights ago, but after drinking tonight, people were quite confused and soon fell asleep.This sleep was safe and I didn't get up until 11 o'clock the next day.

After eating the lunch that Agui prepared for us, we followed his daughter to the address given to us by Chu, and we arrived in less than ten minutes.

It was a very old high-rise wooden building with black tiles and yellow mud walls and only one floor. It looked a bit smaller than other wooden buildings-it seems that the houses here look like this-it seems There is no occupant, and it is very unremarkable to be mixed in other houses in Zhaizi.

Agui's daughter is very strange what we are doing here. We pretended to take pictures. The fat man gave her some money to pull her away first. Seeing that there were no people around, we tried to climb in.

The wooden building was built on a hillside with the mountain behind it, the windows were broken, the door was locked securely, and the faded door god painting was stuck on it.

"Is there an impression on this wooden building?" I asked the oil bottle.

He touched these wooden pillars and doors and shook his head.I sighed. At this time, the fat man had opened the window on one side and beckoned to us: "Quick, you can go in here."

"So skilled, have you fucking done it before?" I scolded.

"What kind of person are you fat man, do you understand by analogy? Tomb robbery is the same as theft." The fat man said as he urged us.

We all looked at the wind, sneaked in from the window, and closed the window.After entering, my heart jumped wildly, feeling extremely stimulating, and even the pants were hooked, almost barely stunned. I said that stealing a living person is more stressful than stealing a dead person.

The wooden building is a bit dark, but the structure is very simple. I first saw a large dining room like Agui's, which was connected to the stove, and there were many tools hanging on the wall, which were rusty.

"Brother, I really can't see that you were a farmer." The fat man picked up the hoe on one side and said, "Hoe is on the afternoon of the day, you are a hoe and I am on the afternoon."

We ignored him and saw that there was a wooden wall on one side. Behind the wooden wall should be the room that Chu Ge said he found.There is only one room in this wooden building, which is definitely true.

There was no door, only a rather old curtain, and the dust on it was blooming.The dull oil bottle frowned and looked around, it seemed a bit hesitant, but after only a few seconds, he lifted the curtain and went in.

I was also a little nervous. This man who seemed to be floating in the void finally found a place to stay, but he didn't remember at all, and he didn't know if God was playing him.But without time to think about it, the fat man pushed me in.

As soon as I entered the room, there was a musty smell. It was very dark and I could not see anything. I barely looked at the fat man trying to open the window, but found that there was no window in this room.

I didn't expect this to happen. No one had a flashlight. We could only hit the curtain a section to let in the light from outside.In the dim light, you can see that the room is very cramped, and a circle of shelves is placed against the wall. We first saw some books and some boxes. The shelves were empty and the ground was scattered with mud. In addition to these things, there was only one on the side. A plank bed and a wooden table.The desk is an old student desk.There is a thin layer of gray on everything.

The air in this mountain is very clean, so there is not much ash accumulation. If it is in a big city, I am afraid that the ash here can be shoveled to grow land.This also shows that no one has been here for a long time.

"This is your room?" I was a little surprised. Looking at this room, I felt a little too ordinary. This is where the stuffy oil bottle lives?Shouldn't the room be a little weirder like someone like him?

But when I think about it, it seems that I can't figure out the specific weirdness. He is also a person. People always sleep on the bed, and they will never be a sleeping coffin.The clue cannot be written on the wall, it should be in these decorations.

We walked in, and the fat man approached the cabinets, and found that there was basically nothing, and said to himself: "I can't see that you are still a very poor farmer."

Although there were not many things in the room, they looked rather messy. The boxes and books were not arranged neatly. It may have been overturned by Brother Chu.I picked up a book at hand, and found that the book tide was very strong. It was an old version of the thread-bound book. I flipped it over, and it was a little moldy inside.Strange in my heart, how could there be such a book?

The only thing that looked a little bit was the bed and the table. When I thought of this, I immediately walked towards the writing desk to find the photos that Brother Chu said.

When I walked to the table, I saw the dusty glass on the table. I could see a lot of photos below. It seemed that Chu did not lie to me.(To be continued, if you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)