Mu Lan... Mu Lan... I always think this name is a bit familiar, and suddenly I caught a glimpse of an official notebook on the desk, "Ahhhhh", isn't this Mu Lan the real name of Grandpa Mu?
Judging from the paper of this letter and the fading of the ink above it. This letter is at least eight or nine years old, and the writing on it is very vague. The color of words written in blue ink is difficult to maintain for a long time, and most of them are not clear. Only a few words can barely distinguish.
This letter is also unsigned, and it is definitely not that the signature has faded away. But the person who wrote the letter seemed to have no intention of leaving his name.
Uncle Huang and I glanced at the letter, then took the initiative to withdraw our gaze, and stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
Uncle Huang lip-synched and said to me: "Boy Yan, this letter is probably written by Old Man Mu's old lover! Look at him, it's like holding an imperial decree!"
I secretly laughed and replied with my mouth: "Fucking, old bandit, you are really nasty! How old is Grandpa Mu, where is the old lover? Besides, if it is really a letter written by a lover, he will Put it here for the two of us to see?"
Uncle Huang pretended to tilt his head for a moment, and nodded with approval, "Yes, what your kid said makes sense! How would you let us read the old lover's letter? I think there is only a beginning, but no one. Was it the IOU that someone gave him back then?"
Seeing that Uncle Huang said more and more unreliable, I cut off the conversation with contempt: "IOU? You the old bandit thought it out? Come on, let's not say it, Grandpa Mu seems to be about to read the letter!"
Uncle Huang and I hurriedly closed their mouths, and looked around nonchalantly. After a while, Grandpa Mu slumped on the seat with a'puff', which scared me and Uncle Huang.
"Damn, what the hell are you fucking old man Mu? This old bone doesn't want to live anymore. I'm not afraid to fall apart!" Huang Shu shouted cursingly.
Grandpa Mu ignored him, leaning on the back of his chair, staring at the letter and muttering: "How could it be... how could it be him.... He, didn't he have died long ago? .. ... .."
I was a little taken aback, what does Grandpa Mu mean? Who on earth wrote this letter? What is written above? Why did he have such a big reaction
Many problems popped up in my brain all at once.
Grandpa Mu still looked unbelievable. He called him twice carefully, and when he saw his eyes turned to my side, he hurriedly asked: "Grandpa Mu, what happened to you just now? What was written on this letter, Make you react so big?"
Grandpa Mu stared at me numbly and dullly. He looked at me for more than ten seconds. He suddenly made a'hoh', leaned forward and coughed twice: "Xiaoyan, it's not the content of this letter that made me feel bad." Frightened, but the person who wrote this letter... frightened me!"
Uncle Huang said with disdain: "Old Man Mu, you used to be a trumpeted character. How come the more you live, the more timid you get? Can one person scare you?"
Grandpa Mu snorted again and said: "Ahuang, sooner or later you will get to blame for your mouth! I am not afraid of living people, but this letter... is written by a dead person!"
"Letter from the dead?"
With a chill on my back, I pushed back nervously, staring at the letter on the table, and stammered: "Mu, Grandpa Mu, you, don't scare me! Dead man... What about the dead man? Will write?"
Uncle Huang usually makes trouble, but when he encounters this weird and inexplicable situation at this moment, he is the calmest of the three.
He'huh,' he picked up the letter and read it before his eyes, and asked Grandpa Mu: "Dead man writes! Hey, this is a bit interesting... Old man Mu, tell me carefully. Say, what's the matter with this dead man writing?"
Grandpa Mu took two breaths to calm down, and slowly told the origin of this letter...
It turned out that he and other people rushed back from Heishan Town overnight, and non-stop sent'Resent Water' and'Egg' to a nearby research base.
When he finished his work before and after the run, it was already more than twelve o'clock when he returned home.
When he woke up this morning, he found this letter on his pillow.
He glanced at the letter and found to his horror that the handwriting on this letter was actually exactly the same as the handwriting of that early deceased friend.
Rao was shocked by his many years of experience in storms and waves.
Therefore, Grandpa Mu went to the registration office early this morning, took care of the matters in advance, and quickly took this letter and the letter saved with that friend many years ago, and drove to find a traceology friend.
Grandpa Mu asked him to help compare the two letters to see if the words above were written by the same person.
After some comparison, the person told him with certainty that the two letters were indeed from the same person. Moreover, it was written in the same period.
Because a person's font is not static. But over time, there will be more or less differences.
However, there is no slight difference in the fonts on the two letters.
But the blame is here; the two letters are separated by nearly thirty years. The first letter was saved by Grandpa Mu when he was in a relationship with that friend when he was young.
Grandpa Mu cherishes this feeling very much. The entire letter paper is coated with a thin layer of wax, and it is very well preserved. The writing on it is also clear and full of grains.
But the letter that appeared on his bedside this morning did not take any preservation measures at all. The paper is very fragile. It has been written for at least eight or nine years, but it is definitely not more than ten years.
Grandpa Mu, a friend of traceology, raised his eyes and said, "Old Mu, thirty years, enough time for a person's handwriting to undergo drastic changes, will definitely not always be consistent. Your two letters are the same. Is the time bad? They can't be so long apart!"
Grandpa Mu is an old scholar. He didn't dare to tell him such weird and absurd things. After chatting with him for a few words, he came back with two letters full of thoughts, and met the two of us who came to ask for debts. .
After listening to him with Uncle Huang, I suddenly felt a furry in my heart, and felt a bit awkward to see everything.
Uncle Huang put down the letter and looked up and asked, "Old man Mu, that friend you mentioned was the one who died in the mental hospital?"
Grandpa Mu nodded decadently: "Well, his name is Wang Cang! Ahuang, he has been dead for more than 40 years, so how come a letter written to me within ten years suddenly appears?"
"I thought about it all the way, but in the end I didn't have any clues. No matter how you look at it, it seems that there is only one reason for the ghost writing, which can be explained!"
"Ghost writing?" Uncle Huang snorted disdainfully.
Immediately, he was silent for a long time with his eyebrows pinched, and suddenly he said strangely: "Old Man Mu, what the hell is writing a letter! You are not saying that the cause of your friend's death was fascinating back then. Many people said eloquently. Seeing him become a ghost, will this be true?"
The expression on Grandpa Mu's face was stagnant, and he murmured something.
I saw his expression waver, as if he really agreed with Uncle Huang's statement, and hurriedly said, "Grandpa Mu, you have to stay sensible, and you must not be led by the nose of the old bandit like Uncle Huang!"
"Where are the ghosts in the world? Even if there are ghosts, it is just a simple spiritual energy. You can't even blow the root grass, let alone write a letter?"
Uncle Huang was rebutted by me, and his discoloration changed on the spot, and the fangs yelled: "Boy Yan, you don't know how to pour dirty water on Uncle Uncle! I mean, the experience of the friend of Old Man Mu back then Your kid seems to the extreme. According to Uncle I said, the Dragon King Temple back then was probably also the base for producing this kind of resentment."
"Didn't the old man Mu's friend be discovered by others? Could those people move something on him, slowly turning him into that kind of ghost like a ghost monkey?"
After Uncle Huang finished, I immediately looked at him like a fool and said, "Old bandit, are you crazy? Can Heishan Town and Longwang Temple be the same thing? Don't forget, this kind of resentment But the exclusive secret recipe of Wangling's foster father..." (End of this chapter)