my body has no limits

Chapter 330 The Butcher's Past (2)

"Grandpa, how did you sleep last night?"

The butcher's grandfather opened one half-closed eye and took the pipe from his mouth with his hand.

"Very well, the coffee last night didn't affect my brain."

Seeing Grandpa's normal expression, Butcher really wondered if he was the only one who heard yesterday's voice.

"Are you still used to living upstairs? I heard from your grandma that you always hear some strange noises at night. Did you hear them yesterday?"

Grandpa's voice was a little deep, but it was full of energy, making the butcher feel that he was similar to his father, both were so strong.

"Fortunately."

The butcher didn't say that he heard the voice yesterday, and walked out with a glass of milk after chatting with grandpa.

Grandma is still sitting on yesterday's sofa, but the newspapers are replaced by today's ones.

"Grandma, is there any new news?"

"It's all sensational things. This newspaper is getting worse and worse. I heard that it has changed its editor-in-chief, but it is still the same."

Grandma was holding a regional newspaper with a circulation of only a few thousand copies. Maybe the last editor had a cerebral thrombosis or stroke, and a new editor had just retired.

Grandma is getting more and more disappointed with the newspaper.

"***, did you hear that voice again yesterday?"

Like grandpa, grandma also asked this question.

But facing grandma, the butcher didn't lie. He was silent for a moment, and then nodded, "Yeah."

"This is really troublesome news, my dear grandson, if you are still willing to listen to me, an old woman, don't come down from upstairs, you will be fine."

There seemed to be something in grandma's words, but she didn't say it.

At this time, there was a burst of heavy footsteps accompanied by a rattling sound.

That's Grandpa and his cane.

A strong old man, but he likes to walk around with a cane, a very strange combination.

"What more?"

Grandpa's question made the butcher feel nervous, "No, it's nothing."

night of the fourth day.

The butcher forced himself to lie in bed very early, thinking that he might not be able to hear the sound when he fell asleep.

God bless!

He really slept peacefully that night, without hearing anything.

After breakfast, he leaned on grandma's ear and whispered excitedly: "Grandma, I didn't hear that damn voice yesterday. You're right, sleep well and you'll get better."

Grandma patted him on the shoulder, "Sleep well, upstairs."

A good night's rest gave the butcher more energy during the day, so he wanted to go for a walk outside.

"Remember to wear a hat."

It's very hot outside and if you don't wear a hat you'll be passed out in no time.

The butcher walked around outside, breathing the fresh air made him feel refreshed.

Looking around, my grandfather's house is a bit remote, too far away from other houses around.

Will there be any danger?

The butcher thought about his grandfather's body and the shotgun hanging on the wall. He hoped that no thieves would visit his grandfather's house!
Turning around and returning to his grandfather's house, the butcher found that his grandfather hadn't stayed on his favorite lawn.

This is really a strange phenomenon.

Because of the remote location, my grandfather has a lawn of more than 1000 square meters, which is his favorite place. Even the grandmother who loves to grow vegetables can only display her hobby in one direction.

In the evening, my grandfather walked into the house with a slight stagger on a cane.

"Grandfather, what's the matter with you?"

Looking at his tired grandfather, the butcher wanted to step forward to help him, but his grandfather pushed him away.

"It's okay, I'm not weak enough to be supported."

Grandfather is very stubborn, he firmly believes that he is not old yet, he still has a strong body.

"I told you to wear a hat when you go out, and now you're going to suffer."

Grandma wasn't surprised to see Grandpa, didn't even turn to look at him, but continued to prepare dinner in the kitchen.

At night, the butcher still lay down early and was silent tonight.

The next day, the weather was fine, and the butcher helped grandma water her vegetable garden, and wanted to water the lawn as well.

"Leave that lawn alone, your grandfather will take care of it."

"Grandma, the sun is very strong today, I'll help grandfather water it!"

"Child, put down the water pipe in your hand, put it down."

Grandma persuaded the butcher earnestly, hoping that he could go back to the house with her.

"Grandma, my...grandfather, are you back?"

While the butcher was talking to grandma, grandpa actually walked out of the house.

Didn't he go out for a walk?When did I come back, why didn't I see it.

The butcher doubted his eyes.

"Put it down, I'll water them."

The butcher looked at his grandfather's firm eyes, turned off the faucet sheepishly, and put the water pipe next to the faucet.

"Son, help me in!"

Grandma is waiting for the butcher to go back to the house together.

"Go up and have a good rest, I'll call you at dinner."

The butcher was lying on his bed, wondering about his grandfather's reaction just now. What went wrong?

The more he thought about it, the more he became confused. The butcher fell asleep in a daze until grandma called him up for dinner.

In the evening, the butcher took a nap in the afternoon, so his plan to go to bed early could not be carried out.

He turned off the lights, lay on the bed, and looked up at the stars through the gaps in the curtains.

There are only a few bright spots on the black strip, which are small and dark.

Boom...boom...

Again!
The butcher suddenly sat up, then slowly lay down again, covered his head with the quilt, and began to hypnotize himself crazily.

Auditory hallucinations are all auditory hallucinations.

I'm going to sleep, I'm going to sleep.It's okay when you fall asleep, you can't hear anything!
When he woke up the next day, the butcher's dark circles were as thick as a Chinese national treasure.

"Did you hear the voice? What a poor child!"

Grandma had no idea what to do about the butcher's condition, so she could only stroke his head pitifully.

In the next few days, the butcher could hear the strange sound of thud thud every two days, each time for three or four nights in a row.

Then I can rest well for two days, and then I can listen again.

This has been going on for a month, and seeing his grandson getting more and more depressed, the grandfather made another suggestion.

"Come and sleep in the room downstairs, it might make you feel better to be near us."

"I'll think about it seriously, grandfather."

The butcher still didn't agree to his grandfather, because grandma had warned him countless times that everything would be fine if he stayed upstairs.

This time is still the case.

"Staying upstairs would be a good choice, go to bed early!"

The butcher decided to trust grandma.

But what to do with that damn voice? Although it's not very noisy, it follows me like a nightmare.

Now even if the butcher has fallen asleep, the rhythmic thumping sound will still reach his ears.

What exactly are you trying to do?
(End of this chapter)