After looking at this for a while, I found a problem.
I don't seem to exist to this person, I don't even exist to this room.
I was clearly standing under the lamp, but no light wanted to be blocked by me.
Thinking about it this way, I simply walked closer, and I was already close to the back of the chair that the man was sitting on.
This person was very attentive in drawing, and there was a large sheet of drawings on the table, on which it was written that the drawers were almost full.
I have seen a lot of drawings. First, the major I studied in college has something to do with it. Second, I will also see various house types or construction drawings later in my business. Anyway, they are similar.
I looked at the drawings carefully and felt a little strange. In the main part in the middle of the drawing, only an uncomplicated rectangle is drawn. There are many detailed annotations around, and I didn't have time to read them all for a while, I just didn't think they looked like architectural drawings. I have never heard of anyone's house built like this.
I couldn't help but clicked my tongue, but the man didn't respond at all. I boldly leaned down, trying to see the small characters on the drawing.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a sound from the door behind me. When I turned around, I saw a man dressed like a robber, wearing a big mask and a woolen hat on his head. It is very low, and only a pair of eyes are exposed on the whole face.
I panicked for a moment, and instinctively took a step to the side.
The man didn't respond to me at all, he went straight to the desk and chatted with the person who drew the blueprint.
Only then did I take a deep breath, cursed myself secretly, and quickly pricked up my ears to listen.
The things these two people talked about seem to be very cryptic, or they are simply out of touch with the times I live in.
Anyway, I listened to their conversation, completely in a cloud.
The person wearing the glasses has been expressing his opinion, there is no rush, it needs to be well planned.
And the people wearing masks have been urging, saying that there is not enough time, and it will be too late if we don't start.
Neither of them made any concessions, and they both seemed to have a bottom line.
In the end, the person wearing the mask became anxious and said, "This matter must start tonight, otherwise everyone in this room will be buried with him!"
After speaking, he turned around and went out.
After the man went out, I suddenly felt cold sweat all over my body. It wasn't because I was frightened by what they said, but because the man wearing the mask gave me an obvious look when he said this.
That kind of gaze was too targeted, it didn't look like it was looking out of thin air at all.
My heart was pounding, thinking that that person could see me? But why didn't you say it? Can you tell me that too
I didn't have time to think about it, but saw that the man wearing glasses had already stood up, seemed very anxious and annoyed, walking up and down the room.
It almost hit me several times, but fortunately I dodged in time. Although he couldn't see me, I didn't dare to take the risk.
When he left, I finally had time to calm down and look at the blueprint.
I saw the small characters on the edge of the drawing that read: In the Jiawu Year, Bingyin Moon, Yimao Day, Fujiang River
I feel the hairs on my body stand up one by one, I have seen this day! Damn, isn't this the time of my death? !
Why are there also here
Damn, and this one is more detailed, even the place of my death is marked later
I just lay down on the table, ignored the man wearing glasses, and immediately looked at other notes.
The other notes are not easy for me to understand. Some of them are vertical calculations of numbers, and the numbers obtained are not large, and I am not sure whether it is calculation materials or what.
There are also calculations similar to geometry, such as wind direction or airflow. I'm really bad at math, and I'm completely dizzy. In fact, if I hadn't memorized that date firmly, I'm afraid I wouldn't have seen anything.
Next, I carefully figured out the rectangle.
There is no scale bar on the picture, so I don't know what scale it is drawn on. But according to my experience, if such a large drawing can be used, the ratio is usually not too small.
I stared at the rectangle, and always felt that there was something strange about this thing, and this strange thing was something I could think of.
I was a little anxious, and I almost couldn't help pacing back and forth in the room following the man's footsteps.
Suddenly, I reacted abruptly.
According to the furnishings in this room, they are not modern. I don't think anyone is so old-fashioned that they want to arrange their home like this, right
So, the same date as my death, maybe it's not about me
But is it simply a time record? This man wearing glasses is very polite. I know that many early intellectuals in our country still retain many pre-liberation habits, including the record of the date. I guess it's probably just a habit of this person.
This is different from our current way of counting years. Now 2008 is 2008, and it will disappear when it passes.
In the old days, the year counting was based on a cycle of 12 years, that is, if this year is the Jiawu Year, then the year twelve years ago is also called the Jiawu Year, and so on, and the year twelve years later is also called the Jiawu Year. The same goes for a year.
I know that the Jiawu Year is equivalent to 2014 in the Gregorian calendar, so the space I am in now, could it be the Jiawu Year decades ago
What year will it be
I desperately searched for something that could explain the time in the house, but I couldn't see a calendar, not even a newspaper.
I did some calculations, and judging from the display, it doesn't look like it happened before liberation. If we push it forward, the most likely year is 1954 or 1966. But I couldn't find any clues to support the specific year.
My mind was a little confused at this time, and I was a little lost.
I didn't notice that the man had stopped, and by the time I realized it, he had already walked to the front of the table.
I thought it was too late to hide, and at that moment I was so nervous.
The position of the man stood so that I was stuck between the table and him, and I couldn't get out at all. Now I'm afraid I'm going to be exposed.
Just as I was thinking about whether to stand on the table, there was a sudden noise outside, and something fell to the ground with a snap.
The man with the glasses was drawn out and I was able to get away.
The man with the mask hadn't gone out before, and had been in the living room. The two talked for a while before the man with the glasses came back.
This time I honestly hid to the side of the table to watch her pick up the pen and continue writing on the drawings.
This time he seemed to have made up his mind and wrapped the entire rectangle with a big circle.
He scribbled a few words on the paper to make a summary statement.
I took a closer look, and it was written: Do I need to report the number of people carrying the coffin
After finishing writing, he rolled up the drawing and put it away, and went to the living room again.
I didn't follow out, in fact, I didn't even think about whether to follow out or not.
Because I suddenly understood what the drawing was about. What Qin Yiheng said in his mind was when he analyzed the history of those wardrobes in the small room in the ancestral hall.
This may be the largest coffin in the world, the largest, coffin.
This drawing shows a coffin! ! !
I think I've finally found a source, or at least looks like one.
This coffin was built by this person, but I just saw his face familiar, but I have never met him.
And the person wearing the mask obviously wanted to conceal his identity.
The more I think about it, the more confused I get. Could it be that the person wearing the mask can really see me? Moreover, he knew that I would appear here, and he was afraid that I would recognize him, so he covered his face
It would be nice if there was smoke at this time.
I don't know if I was thinking too much, my head was a little dizzy at first, and my body became a little weak after that.
After a few seconds, I knew it was me gradually losing consciousness.
My eyes became more and more blurred, and then, when I could distinguish the scene in front of me, what caught my eyes was the small chandelier in Laoqiu's hut.
Bai Kai was staring at me, saw that I woke up, and handed me a towel.
The towel was wet, and I don't know if he wiped my sweat for me before, or someone used it.
Beads of sweat covered my face, and my whole body was drenched, as if I had a high fever.
I reluctantly opened my mouth to ask for a cigarette, took a few puffs, and almost spit it out. I asked Bai Kai, how long did I sleep
Bai Kai got up and opened the door of Lao Qiu's room, it was bright outside, only then did I know that I had slept most of the night.
Lao Qiu also watched over and cooked a bowl of millet porridge for me to drink, and I finally regained my energy. I didn't take any more rest, and hurriedly told Bai Kai everything I saw in the dream. Lao Qiu was by my side. I have no taboos. Seeing how Bai Kai got along with Lao Qiu, it might really be me. People, but I have no time to care about it.
Bai Kai frowned after hearing this, and called me repeatedly.
I said, what do you think those people are making coffins for? Where is Fujiang? It should be the location of the house in the dream, we have to go and see! Maybe that person still lives there! Everything will be revealed!
"Old Qiu, some walnut kernels should be added to the millet porridge to boost IQ!" Bai Kai patted my head and said, that thing cannot be made by them, Fujiang is not a place name, it means sinking the coffin into the river again, that coffin They caught it!