"Why?" I was slightly surprised. He said: "If he wants to test you, he doesn't need to use such a complicated device, he only needs to send a message to your mobile phone.
It just depends on whether your reply is the agreed message. These computers are redundant. "
I thought for a while, and it made sense, so I said: "Do you seem to have any ideas?"
He said: "This is definitely not a trap. These two computers must be useful again, and that person has indeed been living under this house. Otherwise, you will not see those quilts when you go down."
"Then don't you say, basically no one has used these two computers?" I said, "how do you understand the contradiction?"
"The contradiction belongs to the contradiction, and the Caesar belongs to Caesar." He said, "It's very simple, this person lives below.
However, his communication with you does not rely on this computer. This computer is a trap, but not in the basement below. "
I took a breath: "Then what do they rely on to communicate?"
All the conversations above can be heard clearly in the basement, but I can be sure that the people below can't hear them anywhere.
"Maybe you don't need to communicate?" He said, "Maybe it's not hiding, but surveillance?"
I just thought for a second, and suddenly it was like five thunders.
The modification in Sanshu's computer was not made by him. Maybe Sanshu didn't even know that there was such a room in the underground of his house.
He didn't know that his own computer was connected to another computer, and he didn't even know that everything he said could be heard.
All Sanshu's information can be intercepted by that person.
Who is this person? It's like the roundworm living in the belly of the third uncle.
I sent my classmate away, promised to pay within three days, let him continue to ponder, and tell me immediately if he has any new ideas.
After that, I sat among the clutter in the yard, behind the table where my third uncle was drinking tea, and leaned on the chair to make a phone call. I called my second uncle, and I asked him: "When was this house of third uncle built?"
The second uncle pondered for a while without answering, and suddenly asked me: "Where are you?"
I said something in a prevarication, but the second uncle still pondered, obviously not particularly believing it.
His tone is a little weird, I always feel something has happened, but at this time I don't want to know more, just ask. The second uncle told me: "The foundation of the house was built in the 1970s, and it was rebuilt several times afterwards. I don’t know. At first there was only a small bungalow. Later, the third child made more money and gradually expanded. Get up. The longest expansion was in 1988, during that time he almost lived in my house."
After the second uncle said this, he suddenly threw a sentence: "Don't toss about it recently, stay in Hangzhou." He hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.
I always felt that my second uncle was busy with something. After hanging up the phone, I thought about it and called my dad.
I leaned there while smoking a cigarette and chatting with my dad. I didn't think about a specific problem, but just chatted without a sentence, while thinking about some small details that would help my own reasoning.
It’s rare for me to chat so happily with my dad in the past few years. My dad is blinded. In the middle of the chat, he cautiously hinted at me: "Xiao Xie, is it broken in love? talk."
I chuckled and said that my father was quite sensitive, and he could still hear what was going on in my heart. But I know my dad too well, even if I tell him everything, it won't help.
From the chat with my old man, I drew out the whole process of our Wu family's journey from Changsha Road to Hangzhou. After listening to it, I found that this is simply a series. Especially the story of my grandfather, Huo Xiangu and my grandma, it sounds like a particularly good feature film in that historical context.
My grandfather became famous in Changsha. He was very young when he became famous. He was the first tutor who trained to use a dog to smell the soil. A well-trained dog is ten times as efficient as a human in detecting acupuncture points, and the dog can keenly smell all kinds of kerosene organs, and even whether the zongzi is dead or not.
Since my grandfather trained the first dog, his wealth has accumulated extremely fast. Within a few years, he may have been the number one in the entire Changsha City: the number of known tomb locations is the number one, the number of unsold objects, and so on. Including the subordinates who practice Zhang Dafoye, they will come to ask my grandfather for a position.
At that time, although the Huo family, Qi family, and Xie family were already well-known, the Huo family was forced to gradually focus on business operations because of the serious internal strife. , And the Qi family has always been good at business, tepid, Jie Jiuye just returned from Japan, my grandfather's accumulation in the past few years, even surpassed the accumulation of several generations of Qi family.
When my grandfather talked about this experience, he was quite proud and said: “Technological innovation is the primary productive force, especially in traditional industries like Doudou. A little innovation can bring about earth-shaking changes.”
My grandfather’s time in Changsha was indeed very good for some time. At that time, he was young and legendary, but he did not have the slightest arrogance, spent money like earth, but was amiable. This kind of person will definitely have countless friends to make friends, and countless friends are full of him. Admiration. The relationship between him and Huo Xiangu started here. At that time, Huo Xiangu was still older than him, and she liked him to death.
Later, I encountered the Changsha case that I mentioned before. Jude Kao betrayed everyone. My grandfather's wealth was gone, and I hid in the ancient tomb for a while, and then fled to Hangzhou. Jie Jiuye was already up at that time. Although his wealth was not as strong as my grandfather's, his family was well established, well-connected, and good at business, so Jiejia became the best family in the old Jiumen in the management of political and business relations. It was through the protection of Jiu Ye that my grandpa met my grandma.
At that time, it should be my grandfather who was introduced by Jie Jiuye to live in my grandmother's house (my grandmother and Xie's family are relatives), and my grandmother is responsible for taking care of my grandfather.
At that time, Jiangnan Xiaojiabiyu and the female tomb thief in Hunan had completely different temperaments. My grandpa should have cheated at that time. Without explaining to Huo Xiangu, he lost directly to my grandma.
Of course, my grandma didn't even know at the time.
At that time, the whole country was in a state of chaos, and even letters were not available, so this thing passed slowly. About two years later.
When Aunt Huo Xiang came to Hangzhou, my grandpa and my grandma had already married, and my grandma was pregnant with my dad.
At that time, Aunt Huo did not see my grandfather, but was very polite and chatted with my grandma in the room for an hour and then left.
From now on, on each side, everyone knows the existence of the other side and how the other side is doing, but they will never see each other again.
No one knows what they talked about that day, only heard that they had a very happy conversation.
When my grandfather heard the news, he must have been sweating from waterfalls. I can't help but sympathize with him.
It was about three years before my grandfather continued to push back the business back to Changsha, and then basically lived back and forth between the two places.
Every time I go to Changsha, my grandma must accompany me, and my grandpa and Huo Xiangu never have the chance to resurrect.
In another year, Huo Xiangu will marry to Beijing. My grandfather still sighed when he said it. When he was there, he felt terrible, and when he left, he also felt melancholy.
My third uncle started his career when he was 13 years old. He first went to Changsha and got some experience and money, so he came to Hangzhou and bought the current land.
At that time, there was no concept of buying, but it was acquired through relationships, and after building a house, I slowly shifted the focus to management. After many expansions, this place is getting better and better.
The second uncle has been doing academic research. He left the teahouse about seven years ago, not to make money, but to have a meeting place with his friends.
I have never seen a woman next to my second uncle, he seems to be unable to enter. But maybe the second uncle's thoughts are very careful, and no one knows his troubles.
My father left home very early. At that time, he went from the south to the north to do geological prospecting, and only returned in the late 1970s.
After coming back, they got married and had me. My wife is a strong household, a girl from a local official family in Hangzhou. Later, for a while, she divorced my dad every day and almost annoyed me to death.
The whole process of the Wu family in Hangzhou is very clear and clear at this point. The question now is, how did the room under this building come from? Was it dug before the construction, or was it completed during the reconstruction
If the third uncle doesn't know the existence of this secret room, then this secret room must have been secretly completed, so it cannot be designed when it was built. It is very likely that it was excavated during the reconstruction sometime later.
I am a student of architecture. I know that digging a basement is not a simple matter. I went out and took a few steps to measure it. I soon discovered that things were not as complicated as I thought.
The exact location of this basement is not under the third uncle's house, but under the wall that connects with the next room.
I looked at the building next door, I never noticed it. The peasant houses here are very dense. Every time I come to Sanshu's place, I always go directly to the second floor to see the goods, and I will not stay for too long. I really don't know who is next door.
There was confusion in my mind, and I walked to the door next door in a daze, knocking on the door in a ghostly manner.
That is the iron door, the special anti-theft door for the peasant house that is particularly familiar and explained. After knocking a few times, I found a strip of paper that had been peeled off on the door. It said "There is room for rent" and the phone number below.
No one came to open the door. I knocked for a long time without any response. I took out my mobile phone and dialed this number. The voice rang three or four times, and no one answered. I looked around no one, then found a place to climb up the wall, it seems that this is the result of the two years of "going to the ground" exercise.
After landing, I found that this house should be unoccupied, and the yard was in depression, all with fallen leaves. I was wondering where these fallen leaves came from, and I saw a few more floating down.
As soon as I looked up, I saw that some plants were planted on the roof of this room. The plants had been left unattended for a long time, and they were all dead, and the leaves were falling from above.
I used a method to measure this yard, and found that if someone wants to dig a passage from here to San Shu's downstairs, it is indeed feasible. But I must know when it was dug.
I walked to the door face of the building. There was another door guard here, which was a bronze-clad door. There is no taste in this house. The brass door looks golden and magnificent, so many rural bosses like this door.
Although this door looks very tacky, the insurance performance is really excellent. I guess it can't be opened with ordinary small explosives, and this kind of door generally has six or seven latches, which is really difficult to lift.
How can I get in? I thought about it, and saw that the second floor was also heavily ironed with iron railings, and all the windows were tightly wrapped, as if it was specially designed to prevent a large group of people from burglary.
Just when I was about to call someone to help me, suddenly my phone rang, and when I saw it, it was the number I just dialed back.
I picked it up, and there was a man’s voice inside, asking me why, I said I want to rent a house, and he said: "The house is rented out early."
I said: "Impossible, the house has not been occupied." The other party said: "The house was rented out 19 years ago, and the note may have not been torn off.
For nineteen years, the rent has been paid on time every year, so I never asked if I was out of town. "
Nineteen years ago? I was stunned for a moment and looked at the layout of the house. The house 19 years ago was definitely not what it is now. The house must have been renovated. I asked him whether the house had been renovated in 19 years.
The other party said that he didn't know, and he couldn't manage. Anyway, the money has an increasing rate every year. After speaking, he asked, "Did something happen?" I said, "Nothing happened, I just want to rent a house."
As soon as I had an idea, I asked him, "Can you give me the contact information of this person? I want him to be a second landlord and rent two houses to me."
The other party was quite enthusiastic, said to wait a moment, and soon reported the phone call, saying that he hadn't contacted him for a long time, and if there was any problem, he would continue to call to find him.
I heard it warm in my heart, and said in my heart that there is still warmth in the world after all. So, I dialed the phone number he gave me.
After a few rings, no one answered. I put down the phone to see if I dialed the wrong number. Suddenly, I saw a name popped up on the screen of my mobile phone. The number was in my mobile phone directory!
Looking at the name, I immediately pressed the phone off, saying that it’s impossible, right