Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

introduction

I looked at the photo, it was taken after the death of the teacher, he was hung behind the shower curtain in the bathroom, his face was distorted in pain, as if he saw something terrible, his eyes were staring at the ceiling, I can't imagine what kind of painful experience the teacher has gone through before he dies unwillingly. . . . .

two weeks later. . . . .

Car accident

The road in front of me is bright and clear, and there is no end. The trees in the green belts on both sides quickly flashed behind me. I stepped on the brakes in a panic, but it seemed to have no effect at all. A "beep..." came from a distance. My heart tightened, and I turned the steering wheel to the other side. With a "bang...", the vehicle stopped suddenly, and the airbag that popped up quickly hit my face, and my mind was buzzing. For a moment, I also lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital. The doctor said that I had a car accident on the highway. I had a slight concussion and my memory was blurred.I quickly went through the discharge procedures, always feeling that there was something urgent waiting for me to solve, I looked at the strange face on the ID card in my wallet, and couldn't help shaking my head.Next, I found the local traffic police detachment and retrieved my car. This is a Volkswagen Subo. Not long after I bought it, the white front cover has been bumped and deformed. I touched it with distress. This is the manuscript fee for my new book. It's easy to save money to buy, poor my Xiaobai.

Director Wang of the traffic police detachment asked me with some doubts: "Miss Zhang, your car brake failed because someone tampered with it."

I couldn't help feeling a chill in my heart: "Who is it? Who wants my life?".

Director Wang saw that I was also full of confusion, so he didn't go any further and said, "You still have to be careful yourself, and file a case with the Public Security Bureau as soon as possible. We still need to investigate this car, and the insurance company will come and pull it."

I was a little annoyed thinking about it, so I casually said "hmm".

Director Wang said that he had contacted my relatives in the county to pick me up, and they were already waiting at the door. I went out and saw a woman with a slender figure but an elegant temperament. As soon as we met, she stepped forward and hugged me. I was a little confused, seeing that she was too excited to speak, and it took her a long time to calm down and say, "Zilin, I'm your aunt, don't you remember me?"

I shook my head wryly.

She sighed and said: "Wang said that you will lose some memory for a short time after being hit on your brain. I still don't believe it. It seems to be true." She rubbed my shoulder and said: "Silly boy , come home with me, and talk slowly.”

It turns out that she is really my aunt who works as a teacher in the local county high school, and my uncle is also a teacher in the same middle school as them. Because of his health, they have been married for more than ten years and have no children, so they treat me as if they were born when they were young. Our family is in a ravine, with inconvenient transportation and no school, so I have lived in her home since I started school. Unfortunately, I have no roots under my feet, and the university volunteers are far away. Later, I was admitted to Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province. I spent four years in university. I seldom come back, and the contact gradually fades away.

She took me into the small room where I used to live. The room was covered with photos of me when I was in school. Those clear and childish faces brought back all my blank memories.

It turns out that my name is Zhang Zilin, and I am a writer. I come from a valley in Dulongjiang Township, Dulong and Nu Autonomous County, Gongshan, Yunnan. I can’t say the exact name of the village, because Fangyuan ten miles near our home is barren and inhabited.So when I was young, I went to school with my aunt in the county, and my impression of home was very vague. In the past few years, I worked hard outside and rarely went home. The rights transaction between the people I was in was threatened, and I thought they were the ones who moved my car. I don’t know if I can get out of this matter, so I want to spend some time with my parents, and I can come back to avoid the limelight for a while.I didn't want my aunt to worry about these things. I was afraid that she would be dragged down by me, so I chatted casually for a while before leaving and taking the car back to my hometown.

My aunt sent me to the station, and before getting on the train, I told her: "Don't tell anyone about my return."

Her eyes tightened, fearing that she heard something terrible.He nodded seriously.With her relationship, it is not difficult to inquire about things from Director Wang. I know that the car accident may not be accidental, and I behave strangely. I am afraid that she has guessed a little earlier, and must think that I have caused something outside.She looked at me worriedly, hesitated to speak.I forced a smile, patted her hand and said to her, "Don't worry, I can handle it myself." Then I got into the car.

The road back to my hometown turned nine times, and my head was dizzy. I have not been home for five years. In five years, the mountain road has not changed at all. It is still so bumpy. I heard that it often rains collapse.The car was very empty, with only four or five people sitting in it. It was busy farming season, and the countryside was busy harvesting grain, so few people came to the county to visit relatives.

After a bumpy two-hour drive, I climbed a mountain along a narrow path and finally saw the two low thatched houses of my house.I looked at it from a distance, and it was as dilapidated as I remembered, and I felt a sudden panic in my heart.I have always wondered why my parents didn't go out of the mountains like other people to see the world outside and guard this ghost place for a lifetime.When I settled the matter in Hangzhou, I will definitely take them out to enjoy the happiness. I secretly made up my mind and walked more briskly.

The bright red of the sunset glowed on the way home, and my heart jumped with joy. When I walked to the door of the house and looked at the locked door, my heart suddenly became empty.

"Nobody's home."

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