Ultra-Dimensional Technology Era

"Mingzhe!"

A sound of footsteps came from outside the yard to the house.

When he heard this voice again, he knew who was coming: "Uncle, make tea yourself, and I'll clean the room."

The visitor was slightly tall and thin, with jeans and a light gray plaid shirt, and a small back comb. He looked handsome and elegant, somewhat similar to Huang Mingzhe. He was Huang Mingzhe's uncle, Huang Yingjun.

"You kid didn't say anything when you came back. I've asked your aunt to make lunch, and we'll have it together later." Huang Yingjun was talking, and he put the local eggs, sausages and pickles in the refrigerator.

"Uncle, don't be so polite."

"It's all a family, what kind of polite words."

The uncle and nephew cleaned the house together, and Huang Yingjun chatted with him about family affairs, but his uncle avoided talking about the entertainment industry.

The two of them were busy back and forth until lunch time, and then went to the uncle's house two streets away. The aunt was a fat middle-aged woman who opened a small grocery store next to the big well in the village.

"Mingzhe came back, so I casually made some fried dumplings and fried rice, and ate them while they were hot." My aunt is from the north and is very good at pasta, so she quickly filled him with a big bowl of fried rice.

Although it was said to be made casually, Huang Mingzhe knew that his aunt made it specially, not only fried rice and fried dumplings, but also a seaweed soup and a boiled cabbage heart.

"Auntie's fried dumplings are delicious. I want to eat more today."

"I like to eat, so I'll come over to add a pair of chopsticks in the future. Both Mingli and Xiaoling live in school, and your uncle and I are not good at cooking." Auntie joked.

"I'll come here often for lunch." Huang Mingzhe joked.

My aunt made a small bowl of fried rice and fried dumplings, and then went back to the grocery store.

After the uncle and nephew were half full, Huang Mingzhe took a sip of seaweed soup: "Uncle, my dad said he left something for me in the old house, do you know what it is?"

"Hi..." Huang Yingjun picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth: "My brother is mysterious all day long, who knows what he is thinking, maybe he really left something behind, I will accompany you to see later Look, the key to the old house is with me."

After a full meal, Uncle took two bottles of tangerine peel tea from the refrigerator: "Go on."

"Uncle still understands me." Huang Mingzhe took a sip of tangerine peel tea.

"Go to the old house now, or"

"Now!" Huang Mingzhe couldn't wait.

"Then let's go!" Uncle took a bunch of keys from the drawer.

The uncle and nephew went to Qingmo old village, which was even more remote than Huang Mingzhe's house. Except for two or three left-behind old people who lived in the old village, the other villagers had moved out.

On both sides of the desolate Qingshiban Street are old houses built of chaotic stones. Many of the old houses have collapsed.

After a while, the two came to the old house, which was the old house of Huang Mingzhe's grandparents. After the old man passed away, no one lived in the old house.

However, Brother Huang Yingjun will still come to clean up during the holidays, and the old house is not so dilapidated.

After opening the old wooden door, a rotten and musty smell came to the face, and it got better after a while of ventilation.

"Mingzhe, look for it yourself! I'll clean it up."

"Okay, Uncle."

Huang Mingzhe went directly to his father's room. If his father really left him something, the most likely place would be his father's room.

There was a patio in the middle of the old house, and his father's room was the first in the east wing. When he turned the doorknob to open the door, there was another musty smell.

Covering his mouth and nose with one hand, he waved the other hand to sweep away some spider silk, and tried the pull rope switch of the light bulb, and the dim yellow light came on.

An ordinary room, with an iron frame bed, wooden tables and chairs, and wooden bookshelves. The limestone on the walls is a little peeling and yellowing, and many places have obvious dampness.

There are a lot of achievement awards pasted on one of the walls, and there are portraits of martyrs hanging in the middle.

The bookshelf was empty, and the books on it had already been brought to the small villa by his father.

Huang Mingzhe walked around the room. There was nowhere to hide things in this small room of less than 6 square meters.

Perhaps his father hadn't had time to put the things here, Huang Mingzhe comforted himself in his heart, after all his father died unexpectedly, and it made sense for this to happen.

"Mingzhe, did you find anything?"

"No, uncle, do you have a rag and a broom, I'll clean the room." Huang Mingzhe didn't hold out much hope.

"I'll bring it to you."

Huang Mingzhe swept away some fallen lime and dust, fetched another bucket of water, and scrubbed the tables, chairs and bookshelves.

Hey truth is eternal

On the wooden table that had just been scrubbed, there were four characters engraved on it. The traces have been very long. If you don't scrub the table, you really can't see these four characters.

But Huang Mingzhe didn't care, after all, many people have read Sanwei Bookstore, and imitating Mr. Lu Xun to carve tables is also very normal.

"Huh!" Huang Mingzhe took a breath, stretched his waist, and then looked around the room, only to find that the portrait had not been scrubbed.

After removing the portrait, wringing out the rag, and wiping the glass of the photo frame, the portrait became very clear immediately. He picked up the photo frame and prepared to hang it back.

But suddenly froze.

I saw a small wooden cabinet where the photo frame was hung, and the small wooden cabinet was painted with a layer of white paint, which was almost the same color as the wall.

"This is what you left me," Huang Mingzhe said to himself in a low voice.

Opening the small wooden cabinet, there was only one thing inside. He picked it up and saw that it was a small metal box. It was very heavy in his hand, as if he was picking up a dumbbell.

On this round metal box, there is a four-digit mechanical code lock, and it is a mechanical code lock with 26 English letters.

He checked the small wooden cabinet carefully, and found that there was really only this metal box, and there was no password reminder or the like in it.

For a while, Huang Mingzhe had no choice but to take the metal box back and study it slowly.

The uncle and nephew cleaned for a long time, and finally cleaned up the old house.

Huang Yingjun didn't have any idea about the metal box, after all, it was left to Huang Mingzhe by his brother.

After the two locked up the old house, they went back together. It happened that the aunt had already prepared dinner, so Huang Mingzhe could only have a cheeky face and eat again.

After dinner, Huang Yingjun brought him some firewood, rice, oil and salt and went to the small villa.

Silent night.

Inside the study on the second floor of the small villa.

Huang Mingzhe racked his brains to think, if he tries the passwords one by one, he probably won't be able to try them out until the year of the monkey.