A flash of light? I can't help but think of the strange hallucinations that appeared in the previous two days.
Could it be that the light the second uncle saw was the same thing as I saw
Jade finger, an arm that appeared suddenly, and the light, what are these? With such a question, I can’t wait to turn to the next page.
However, the next page did not record the answer I expected, only two paragraphs. Judging from the handwriting, these two passages were written separately after a period of time.
The first paragraph reads: I'm going to find Zhao Qiming and ask clearly what's going on. Last night I dreamed of a black cave with a vague thing sitting in it, which was terrible.
The second paragraph reads: Zhao Qiming is dead...
He actually died...
I don’t know how he died. I saw him yesterday...
Sister Mei said that he went to Taiqian County before, and I want to go there too, otherwise I can't feel at ease.
Sister Mei persuaded me to put life first and Qiming as the front runner. I don't agree with this point. If you haven't found the truth, why be afraid of death? This is the motto of the teacher, I believe it!
This diary is over, and I flipped through it again, only to find that it was blank afterwards.
In other words, after the second uncle went to Taiqian County, he never wrote such a diary. Reminiscent of his mother, the second uncle had found them many years ago, and looked like a hurried expression. I can't help but guess that maybe Er Bo never returned to Xi'an after going to Taiqian County.
What happened in Taiqian County
Zhao Qiming and the second uncle, one after the other, both went there and something strange happened.
I don't know when the second uncle died. Is it the same way that Zhao Qiming died after going to Taiqian County? still is…
So many questions, most of them have nothing to do with me.
But the most important point is, why did the second uncle leave me that letter
That letter had an invisible connection with me with many questions.
I stood in the study for a long time, but I still had no idea. But it was getting late, and my stomach was groaning with hunger, so I had to go downstairs and leave to find a place to eat.
Although the neighborhood does not look very good, there are many snacks, especially the Xi'an specialty lamb buns, which are almost like sesame seeds.
As Ge You said, the eyes of the masses are discerning, so I deliberately found a store with many family members.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, a large plate of hot mutton steamed bun was served, and the smell of it made people drool. He took the soup spoon with his left hand and picked up the steamed bun and mutton into his mouth. While chewing, he picked up a few vermicelli with his right hand and sucked it into his stomach. It was warm and fresh, and after a few more sips of clear soup, the spirit of the whole person was immediately up.
Many people around were sweating profusely, and some even took a glass of cold beer from time to time, and then slapped the table and screamed cool!
I was dumbfounded, and it was so generous to eat a lamb bun, and it was considered a capable person.
After filling my stomach, I wondered whether to go back to Er Uncle's house to clean up, make do with sleep, or find a hotel. Although I carry that notebook with me, if I have a notebook, maybe there are other good things at home. So after thinking about it all the way, I looked up unknowingly and found that it was almost at the door.
At this moment, I felt a bump on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw that a man with alcohol in his mouth burped me full, muttering: "Why would there be a telephone pole standing in the middle of the road... Huh, Why are telephone poles so soft..."
As he said, he squeezed my arm.
At first glance, he was a drunk. Such a drunk person can do everything. How can I be an 18-year-old young man who just came out of school? I can only frown, walk a few steps quickly, avoid his hand and open the door to enter.
Until the door was locked, I still felt my heart thumping. It's funny, a big man is as scared as a little girl at this time.
Just when I was ashamed of myself, I felt like a pair of eyes were staring at me at the top right.
Looking up, it was pitch black, and there was nothing but a black house.
Is my nerves too sensitive
No, it should not be.
I don't know why, since I was young, I have been very sensitive to myself. If someone says my name far away, or looks at me in a place where I can't detect it, I will feel it. This kind of response similar to the sixth sense is very helpless, and even caused me a lot of trouble in my childhood.
I believe that someone must be watching me just now, but I don't know whether it is intentional or not.
The only person I didn't know in Xi'an was the second uncle, but his father said he was dead.
Shaking his head, he didn't continue to struggle with this kind of thing, big man, what was there to be looked at.
It’s just that after walking a few steps in the living room, I remembered. Didn’t you decide to come to Erbo’s house to sleep before
The drunkard is all to blame, if it weren't for being scared by him, maybe I'm gone now.
This house has no water or electricity, even if it has bedding, no one has used it for more than a decade, and it may be rotten. No way, I listened carefully at the door a few times to make sure that the drunkard had gone, and then I opened the door and left.
However, what puzzles me is that I can feel someone staring at me all the time.
what happened? Am I an alien? So compelling.
As I was about to walk on the brightly lit road, just before leaving the alley, a middle-aged woman walked towards me quickly. At this moment, I felt footsteps coming from behind me, and before I looked back, two young people emerged from behind. They greeted the woman and raised their hands to say hello as they walked: "Auntie, you are still going out shopping at this late hour. It's too dark and it's prone to danger. I and Xiao Li will send you off."
Because it was too dark and the two young men stood in front, I didn't see what women looked like. The three of them passed me silently. I thought to myself that it is better to have acquaintances these years, and it is safe.
After walking for a few more minutes, a child came to him, and he bounced out his hand and handed over a piece of paper. I looked at him with some wonder, and the kid said, "An aunt asked me to give it to you."
"Auntie? Which auntie?" I asked, and curiously took the paper over. The paper was rolled into a ball, and when it was opened, it was scribbled and scribbled with two words in pencil: Run!
I suddenly became happy. I bent down to look at the child, smiled and said, "You wrote this."
The child shook his head and said, "No... It was written by the aunt, but she borrowed my pencil and workbook."
"Okay... What am I going to do?" I looked at him amusedly. No one knows Xi'an. Who would use a pencil to write a note to me? Obviously it is a kid's prank. Children nowadays are more troublesome than when I was a kid.
However, to my surprise, the kid waved to me, said goodbye to uncle, and then bounced away.
The bear kids nowadays are so calm and calm... Just wave your sleeves, and you will run after playing.
I was a little speechless, and glanced at the paper again. Even the children have learned to use paper and words to fix people. No wonder Er uncle left a stroke code... He laughed at himself and threw the paper away. I walked towards a hotel not far away.
This hotel is not good, the only thing that makes me comfortable is that the lights are very bright. The feeling of being stared at has never disappeared. Before entering the hotel, I looked back, and the alley behind me was pitch black, like a terrifying beast with its mouth wide open.
Am I out of danger
Thinking wildly, I walked into the hotel and opened a room, blushing and rejected the front desk's suggestions for certain services.
The rooms in this hotel are very small, and there is nothing more than a bed and a TV table in the single room. Even so, it is still a bit crowded. However, it was much better than Erbo's dirty house.
I closed the curtains, lay down, and took out my second uncle's notebook.
The entire notebook has been roughly read, but many of the questions have not been answered. Especially the last few articles, it just lifted people's appetite to the sky. The most important thing is that I always feel that the last few diaries have a lot to do with me. In other words, this is why the second uncle left that letter to me many years ago!
Turning over Er Uncle's notes, this kind of meaningless behavior is just to dispel the fear in my heart. Because even after entering the room, the feeling of being stared at is always there.
What's the matter? Who is always staring at me? Why stare at me? (End of this chapter)