The name that popped up on my phone hasn't appeared on my phone for a long, long time. The moment I saw it, my thought was that no matter whose name popped up from my phone, I wouldn't be surprised. But this person alone, I was extremely surprised.
In fact, it is not a name, but a title.
"grandfather"!
The name displayed on the phone is the number my grandpa used before his death. No one beat him after he was buried. Unexpectedly, there is no downtime now.
I paced back and forth in the yard, my heart said ***, it seemed that I was really close to the core. My direction is right, but I still don’t understand, what are these people doing
I thought about it, and continued to dial this number, and put the phone to my ear. I don't know what I can hear, but I am actually looking forward to it. No matter what it is, I am looking forward to it.
"Sorry, the call you dialed could not be connected."
I put down my phone. Grandpa's phone must have run out of power. Maybe there is still some money in it, because Mr. Wu lived a wealthy life in his last days. My third uncle charged my grandfather's phone card. It might be enough for a few years, so there is no downtime. However, no one is charging that phone.
My grandma is not a person tired of love, she lives very smart, she is not too sad about my grandpa's death, and I don't want to disturb her now.
Grandpa rented this house, and it lasted nineteen years.
I no longer want to ponder the possibilities. I called the landlord again and told him that I contacted the second landlord and I would pay 500 yuan to the second landlord’s account and the landlord’s account each month. The second landlord asked me to directly contact the landlord to send a copy of his previous payment to the agent.
The landlord was very enthusiastic. He probably knew that he could charge another 500 yuan a month, and he quickly sent me his account list. I lit the cigarette, turned out the wall, and asked some of my staff to pry the door over, and at the same time I asked my friends at the bank to check the money-payer for this account.
At first, my friend was very embarrassed on the phone. I said that I would give him some benefits, and told him that he only needed the account of the moneymaker before he agreed. Soon the account number was sent over, and I entered this account number on the self-guided deposit machine, and the name corresponding to this account quickly popped up.
I stared at the automatic deposit machine for a long time.
It's my grandpa's name.
It may be that Grandpa adopted the automatic transfer method.
I went back to the street and was almost hit by a truck while crossing the sidewalk. I didn't care about this anymore, came to a coffee shop in a daze, looked for a place to sit down, and found that I couldn't think anymore.
How is this going? Could it be that Grandpa dug the basement
Grandpa rented a nearby house, dug a basement, and then monitored his son
Grandpa is not so perverted. In my impression, the grandpa has basically been born, living in his own world and memories.
In his later years, he only had a cup of tea in his heart, a few dogs and an old woman who was walking along the side of the West Lake holding hands.
However, in nineteen years, I thought of this number. What was the grandfather of nineteen years ago
A lot of fragmentary information flashed through my mind, and I thought of some ambiguous words that my second uncle and I said, implying that they did not know that the third uncle was fake.
More than ten years ago, it seemed that it was the time when the fake third uncle returned to Hangzhou from Xisha. After he came back, my second uncle and my grandfather soon discovered something was wrong, but they didn't know what was wrong.
At that time, everyone was quite taboo about "it", especially the grandfather, who would definitely think about it. In order not to get rid of the trouble, grandfather dug such a cellar here to monitor this fake third uncle.
It's possible, it's possible.
Then why is there a person living in the cellar all year round? Could it be that grandfather and the others found someone to monitor the third uncle, who stayed in the cellar all year round, and hasn't gotten off work until now
That damn it is really the hardest job in the world, the work place is actually in the sewer, and there is no holiday yet. If it were a secret room built 19 years ago, it would have been here in the dark for 19 years, which is more difficult than working in a small coal kiln.
In addition, there is another problem that cannot be explained. In 19 years, with the courage of grandfather and second uncle, and 19 years of surveillance, nothing has changed
In 19 years, a dynasty can be changed. Why is it still under surveillance? In other words, grandpa and second uncle should soon discover the problem.
From the hint that the second uncle gave me, there is also this meaning, they know that the third uncle is to unlink, so why do they take any measures
Could it be that they monitored their feelings after monitoring them like this? Or does the second uncle and grandfather have their own plans? What is the plan
I can't figure it out after all my thoughts, and I can't hold it anymore. I realized that even if the second uncle is harder and smarter, I have to showdown to him. I really have to know what they are thinking.
Back to the third uncle, I lay on the sofa and wondered.
In my previous knowledge, calculating my second uncle is basically tantamount to looking for death. Second uncle sees through a game without the need for an intermediate process. He looks at his facial expression and general rhetoric, and immediately knows the trick behind the other side.
Moreover, what he likes most is to follow the game you set. Once we went to our hometown, the third uncle made a game to steal something left by the ancestors. The second uncle kept pretending that he was in the game. In fact, various arrangements along the way broke the game with the game, and broke the game with the third uncle. Another tribe has a bigger game.
When the third uncle thought he finally won once, the second uncle took away all the fruits of victory with a few words.
I wonder if my second uncle will tell me everything. What is the premise for him to tell me
I really can't think of it. The only possibility I can force him to submit to my second uncle is to use my life.
However, the second uncle is a very shrewd person. He knows that I am the kind of person who is absolutely impossible to fight for life. I think he is most likely to drink tea there and ignore me in the slightest. I can't really kill myself by myself.
I have to make him understand that he doesn't tell me that I will really die. In other words, I have to do things that I can't even control myself.
Do you want to pretend to be kidnapped? My heart said, if I cut off my finger and send it to my second uncle, will my second uncle give in
I think I will submit. However, I don't think the second uncle will give in immediately. One finger is definitely not enough, and the second uncle's nerves can hold at least three.
When I came to the kitchen, I looked at my left hand and picked up the kitchen knife. I chose three of them that seemed to be hard to use. After I drew it, I suddenly felt that life is so beautiful. Why bother
The person who escaped, the second uncle will definitely know immediately. Will the second uncle have any emergency measures to start? After a while, will the previous directional missile fly over and blow me up into the sky
Time has passed for a long time, and nothing happened when I came back. This is damn strange, if there are no emergency measures, what use is this kind of surveillance
I think all directions seem to make sense in this matter, but I lack a key, the only key.
I used to be too far away from the truth, I could only see many clues in a straight line. They contradict each other.
However, this time I was too close to the truth. So what I see are countless possibilities. In contrast, absolutely impossible and countless possibilities, I now find that the former is more benevolent.
Calculate the second uncle.
I picked up the kitchen knife again and pressed my hand on the chopping board, as if this was my only way. Although it was a bit stupid, I seemed to have nowhere to go.
An emotion of determination and awe-inspiring surged from the bottom of my heart. At this moment, I realized that I was going crazy and that my demon had reached an uncontrollable level.
help me! I said to myself, I just wanted to slash it with a sharp knife, and at that moment, the phone I put aside rang.
I was taken aback, and in an instant, all my vigor was vented. People are almost collapsed.
Picking up the phone, I paused and found it was an unfamiliar number, so I asked who it was when I picked it up. The other party said: "Put the knife down and look out the window."
As soon as I heard this voice, I realized that it was the voice of the person I heard in the cellar, and immediately looked out the window. I saw a flashlight flashing in a farmer's house in the distance.
When I was wondering, I heard the person on the phone sigh: "I put the flashlight here. I left the flashlight next to the things you want to know. After you read it, you will know what to do. "