Pingxie colleagues one by one, the flowers bloom on the Mo, and the king returns

The thick dust on the door fell, Wu Xie choked, covered his mouth and nose and waited for the dust to fall.Then he took out his mobile phone and used the flashlight function to look at the ground.

He saw messy footprints all the way into the house.

Some have been covered with a thin layer of ash, and a row of footprints is still fresh.

It seemed that someone had just entered, maybe it was the black shadow just now.

Wu Xie paused for a moment, then looked up into the room, the room was very empty, there was nothing in the lobby, and there was a wooden door on the left side of the lobby, on which there seemed to be some door paintings from that era.

Wu Xie suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

He only hesitated for a while before going in, accompanied by a few harsh creaking sounds, an old musty smell came over his face.

But for a person like Wu Xie who has experienced many battles, there are only six words.

That's all right.

Wu Xie could probably see the furnishings clearly by using the light of the mobile phone.

This room is very large, and there are a few worn-out chairs on one side.

In the middle is an empty lobby. On a table in front, candlesticks and some messy teacups can be vaguely seen.

Standing at the door, Wu Xie could see a picture pasted on the wall behind the table. It was the kind of green bamboo painted in ink in the [-]s. Now I could only vaguely see a line of words around the outline. I can't figure out what to write.

A few old cups scattered on the table were already full of dust.

Although it is not a very valuable thing, but if you can afford such porcelain in the [-]s, the original owner here should be quite rich.

What surprised Wu Xie the most was that he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the furnishings of this room.

why is that?Is it because there are too many similar experiences?

Wu Xie turned around and found the stairs to the second floor, and the fresher footprints went up the stairs.

As soon as he stepped up, the old stairs made a screeching sound. All the way up to the second floor, he saw a corridor. There were four rooms on both sides of the corridor, and the firelight came from the innermost room.

Wu Xie walked over, pushed open the door in front of him, and saw the furnishings inside. The room was also very empty, and there was a round table in the middle. A candle was almost burned out on the table, flickering, matching the surrounding scenery, It really has a Chinese Ghost Story feeling.

There was no one in the room, and Wu Xie was not too surprised. If there were, then he would be greeted at the door with a friendly handshake, and then he would say, "The road has been hard. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Let's go into the house and rest."

It's not such a weird scene.

There are many messy footprints on the floor of this house, some are very new, and some seem to have been stepped on a long time ago.

The dust was too heavy, so Wu Xie covered her mouth and followed the footprints to the front of the table. Wu Xie found that the footprints here were the ones that had been stepped on the most back and forth.

Standing in the same position, Wu Xie pondered, why are the footprints wandering back and forth here?

Right in front was a row of tall cabinets, the red paint had peeled off, and they were half a head taller than him.

Are you looking at this cabinet?

What's so cool about the cabinet?

Thinking about it, Wu Xie looked around carefully again, and he found that the sense of familiarity just now came up again.

It's like being subconsciously familiar with something or something, as if you've done this thing or been to this place before, but you can't remember where you saw it.

This feeling is like the feeling when I saw myself crawling on the ground in the video tape sent by Wen Jin. That feeling did not come from this house, but from myself.

Suddenly, Wu Xie was attracted by a handprint on the cabinet. That handprint was on a raised handle of the cabinet. There was thick dust everywhere else. It might have been opened by someone, so the dust was wiped off.

Is there anything in this cabinet?

Thinking about it, he wanted to open it to have a look. He thought it would be difficult to open it, or there were some other accidents, but he only pulled it lightly, and it was pulled away by him.

There was only a thin layer of dust in the cabinet. He took a picture of the cabinet with his mobile phone, and he found that there was nothing in it. The space in the cabinet is not large. There are two partitions, not a wardrobe. It is estimated that it was originally used to store some miscellaneous items. things or books.

Why linger for so long in front of an empty cabinet?Looking for something?

And what is the purpose of sending the video tape to let him come here?

No one would do something aimlessly. If it was a video tape sent by myself, why would I call someone to a place where there is nothing?

Thinking about it, Wu Xie fumbled in the cabinet with his hands. If the key is really in this cabinet, there must be something strange.

Sure enough, after touching around for a while, Wu Xie found that there was a place at the bottom of the cabinet, which must be empty.

But after touching it for a while, he found that he couldn't find any gaps or mechanisms that could be opened. Sticking to the choice of getting to the bottom of it, he took out the black gold dagger he carried with him and stabbed it twice, probably because the wood was rotten for too long. Yes, he poked a hole in two hits.

Wu Xie thought to himself, there really is a door!

Then he pried open a hole with a dagger, and took a look with a flashlight, and found that it was a hidden compartment, and there seemed to be something in it.

Wu Xie reached in, feeling a little damp to the touch, and pulled out the contents.

It was a bunch of waste paper that had been moldy and glued together, and some bugs had come out of it.

He simply pulled out all the contents inside and found that they were all waste paper or something.He flipped through it with a dagger, and suddenly saw a photo inside. He picked it up and looked at it. It was already moldy and he couldn't tell what it was. He habitually looked at the back.

There is a row of small print on the back.

It vaguely says "1991, the first day of February."

After taking a look, he found that there was nothing special, so Wu Xie put the photos down, and went to look through the waste papers again. Some of them had been glued together due to mold and damp, and it was impossible to tell what they were.

It's just that he noticed that there were some hospital words on some papers, and he thought it might be some cases or something.

One of the pieces of paper seemed to be in good condition. Wu Xie picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was actually a death certificate!

This piece of paper has turned yellow and black, and most of the content can no longer be read. Some parts have been covered by moldy black spots, and only the words of Changsha, my ancestral home, can be seen. Then I died on June 1980, 6.

And what made Wu Xie shudder the most was the signature in the column of the undertaker, which said yes.

Wu Yiqiong.

Wu Xie's mind went blank for an instant, it was actually his father!

The signing date was September 1981.

Who did his father help with the death certificate?

He wanted to see the name of the dead person, but he found that there were all rotten black spots, and he couldn't see anything. He rubbed it with his hands, and found it was useless, it was rotten by itself.

in 1980?Native to Changsha?who diedIs someone from their hometown dead?

Soon, Wu Xie realized that something was wrong. The time of death was 1980. Why was the death certificate issued after more than a year?

Usually, in this case, it is usually because the person who died was missing for a long time before being confirmed dead, or the body was found after a long time, so the death certificate will take so long.

Could it be a relative from their hometown?However, death certificates are generally only available for immediate family members?

Why is the undertaker actually his father?

Did anyone in their family die in 1980?

And why is the death certificate signed by his father showing up here?Where was this place?

What's with his inexplicable familiarity with this place!

Suddenly, Wu Xie picked up the photo just now and looked at it carefully. When he saw it, his scalp was just a mess.

He finally understood what was causing the sense of disobedience just now.

The handwriting on the back of the photo is actually his handwriting!

Just now because it was too vague and he didn't look carefully at all, so he didn't notice it at first!

So what is in this photo?

He turned the photo over and vigorously wiped off the mildew stains on the photo and looked at it carefully. After staring at it for 10 minutes, Wu Xie finally realized what was in the photo!

The picture was of two people, a man and a child. He could not mistake that man, it was his third uncle.

And that child was clearly him when he was a child!

The reason why he is so sure is that the child in the photo is holding a slingshot in his hand. This slingshot was taken when his third uncle helped him when he was young.

The third uncle went to the field, and was afraid that he would run away, so he tied him to a telephone pole and exposed him to the sun for a day. When he came back, he was afraid that he would sue him, so he coaxed him for a long time. Finally, the third uncle made him a slingshot, and he agreed not to tell the second uncle and dad mom.

This is the end of the matter.

So he remembers it well.

Wu Xie remembered the decorations he saw when he came in, and he suddenly understood where the familiar feeling came from. This used to be the third uncle's house!

He had been here a handful of times as a child.

In his memory, he never went to that old house again. He only heard from his second uncle that his third uncle moved because that generation was too remote.

In normal times, Wu Xie certainly wouldn't remember such a small thing from so long ago.

But looking at the photo in his hand, Wu Xie felt chills all over.

The photo was black and white, and the background of the photo seemed to be taken in this house, and the most important thing was that he didn't remember taking such a photo at that time.

Judging from the shooting angle of the photo, it seems that it was not taken secretly, but deliberately taken.

Wu Xie was a little unsure if the person in the photo was him.

Suddenly, he thought of the person crawling on the ground of the nursing home in Golmud in that videotape.

Wu Xie pinched the photo in his hand and thought, could it be the third uncle who called him here?He asked Wen Jin to send the video tape, told him the address, and then called himself here, in order to have a touching reunion with this eldest nephew whom he hadn't seen for many years?

And, the biggest question, who is this third uncle?Wu Sansheng or Xie Lianhuan?

If it was Xie Lianhuan, then he probably didn't know about it.

Even if you take a hundred steps back and think about it, you are really the third uncle.

But what he was looking for should have ended ten years ago in the Kingdom of the Queen Mother of the West, and Wen Jin saw it.

It doesn't make sense to set up a game here to play him?

As for the fact that he tried every means to lie to himself, the truth has long been revealed, why did he do it again.

This is impossible to figure out from any aspect, at least in Wu Xie's cognition, he can't find any reason why the third uncle would do this.

Wu Xie was sitting on the ground, he couldn't describe his mood at this moment, this feeling is like Qin Shihuang suddenly jumped out one day and told you that I am not dead yet, and I want to unify the world.

However, if you think about it differently, the third uncle really still exists in this world, so why there is no news at all in the past ten years, but after the younger brother appeared, he also appeared. Is there any connection?

A ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in his mind, could it be that this little brother is actually the third uncle! ! ?

Naobu is a powerful existence, Wu Xie thought that the face he kissed suddenly turned into the third uncle, his whole body trembled, he shook his head, and quickly stopped this kind of thinking, thinking that this idea was really ridiculous.

And even if he is still alive, why hasn't he shown up in the past ten years?

And what concerned him the most was the death certificate, whose was it?

He was only three years old in 1980, and he didn't remember who passed away in the Wu family, and his father never mentioned it to him!

It is impossible for outsiders to handle such things as death certificates, only immediate family members can!

Could it be that he actually has a fourth uncle or something, and Dad didn't tell him?

But it doesn't make sense!

Wu Xie sat on the ground covering his face, his mind was in a mess, and he felt his head hurting again.

He couldn't figure it out, it seemed that there was something about to come out, but he ignored it instinctively.

He felt that it was necessary for him to check the Wu family's genealogy carefully.

Just thinking about it, suddenly, Wu Xie felt that something was wrong.

Over the past few years, he has almost self-consciousness about all dangerous things in the outside world.

He turned his head abruptly, and his body was half cold with fear.

He saw that in the corner of the room, at some point there was a person standing with his back facing him, his whole body was shrouded in darkness, as if he was thinking behind closed doors.

In an instant, Wu Xie's cold sweat came down.

Damn, when did I stand there!He feels nothing at all!

Wu Xie can be sure that there was absolutely no one there when he came in just now!

Is it Wen Jin?

No, that figure is definitely not Wenjin.

Is it the black shadow just now?

"Who's there?" Wu Xie said calmly.

The person standing there didn't respond, just stood facing the wall, motionless.

Wu Xie's heart was beating fast, he walked up slowly, he wanted to see if it was a human or a ghost.

Subconsciously, he stepped lightly, and slowly leaned over, only to vaguely see that the man was wearing very long clothes, a bit like a cloak, and the clothes didn't look old, like the material from a few years ago.

His entire neck and body seemed to be huddled, as if the whole head was directly on the shoulders without the neck being long.

Wu Xie felt a little strange. It would be impossible for a person to remain motionless for such a long time.

His palms were full of sweat, until at an arm's length away, Wu Xie raised his hand to tear off the cloak, and slowly stretched out the arm holding the phone.

Wanting to see his face clearly, he just put the phone close to that person, at this moment, the person in front of him moved violently, a gust of wind swept past, his hand hurt suddenly, the phone flew out, and flew directly to the window go out.

At the same time, the only candle in the room was suddenly extinguished.

The whole room was suddenly dark.

Wu Xie was taken a few big steps back by that force, and he could feel that the strength of the opponent was astonishing, and the speed was extremely fast.

He then backed away directly to the wall, squatted against the wall and looked vigilantly, but he couldn't see anything except the darkness.

He took out the black gold short knife on his body and held it in his hand. After calming down, Wu Xie was not as nervous as before.

He couldn't be sure if it was a person just now, and he still had the touch when he blocked it when the other party attacked and blocked it just now.

The sticky touch made Wu Xie feel a little strange in his heart, something flashed in his mind, but he didn't catch it.

Wu Xie looked around warily, in the absence of moonlight, even if the house was full of holes, there was no light at all, it was real darkness.

He wondered what species it was that was attacking him.

He no longer had the feeling of being overwhelmed and afraid, but only curious and vigilant about the unknown.

In this kind of complete darkness, it is equivalent to a complete loss of vision. Wu Xie has long been accustomed to this kind of darkness, so her sense of hearing and touch have become extremely sensitive.

A few seconds of silence in the dark,

Wu Xie suddenly heard a sound like breathing coming from somewhere in the house. Although it was faint, it was indeed the sound of breathing.

Wu Xie was taken aback, breathing?

Live? !

Is it human?

The arm still feels numb, and the other party's attack is merciless. Wu Xie is thinking, is the purpose of the other party calling him here to kill people?

If it was just to kill him, then he wouldn't have to spend so much effort guessing the other party's purpose.

Just focus on how to get rid of him!