I took a rest in Chongqing for a while. It is already autumn. Chongqing is still beautiful in August and September.
During my time in Yuanshan Garden, I have been sorting out the previous things, mainly the two packages I received successively, one about the wet dragon and the other about Guangxi. They were all selected and passed on by people.
I took a closer look again, and it was basically the same as what I knew. Then I worked through all the details bit by bit. I took the flashlight and Chongyang to the underground garage once. This time I didn't engage in any exploration in the dark. One person and one big lamp illuminated the inside.
The underground garage was still empty, and a door-sized passage was opened on the side wall at the end. It was the corridor where I found Chongyang. I said: "Do you remember your home? This is your natal home. "
Chongyang ignored me. Two people walked in. The corridor was not deep. It was blocked by a concrete wall until the end. I could see that there was still space behind the concrete wall. I pointed to the root of the wall and asked Chongyang, "You wake up. Just stay here when you come?"
He nodded: "Yes."
I bent down and looked at the place in front of the concrete wall carefully, "No, Chongyang, very wrong."
"what's happenin?"
"I don't know how long your sleep time is, but it should be very long. Otherwise, the corpse chaser would not wait for you in Guangxi for so many years. If you have been lying here and sleeping for many years, what about the dust? The dust will be there. A humanoid mark is formed on the ground. Not only dust, but spiders will form webs where you meet the ground. Insects will build nests and lay eggs here. They will excrete, shed their shells, and leave behind all kinds of things. Traces. But you see, apart from the thick dust on the ground, only our footprints were left at the time."
He pointed to the ground: "Here is my mark."
"It's too shallow." I said: "The difference between the stamp that was pressed later and the stamp that was formed when the dust was deposited is very different. This is obviously a stamp that was pressed later."
He said: "You mean I am not sleeping here."
I nodded: "I just guessed that, the place is so hard and still damp, and I haven't seen you suffering from rheumatism."
He ignored me, and I said again: "It means someone transported you to the underground garage. When I found you, it was a trap."
"Who would it be?" Chongyang asked, "Why did you suddenly think of visiting the underground garage that day."
"My brother." I said: "My brother said to buy me a car, but the mirror hasn't been repaired yet."
"Oh, the one you took me into the rice field."
The two of us looked at each other, and the person who was able to transport one person in silently must be familiar with my starting life. He should have found me the opportunity to meet Meng Qisheng in Helan Mountain and transported Chongyang in.
And most importantly, that person must know when Chongyang will wake up.
We came out of the underground garage, closed the door, and returned to the house, "Could it really be my brother?" I said.
"I'm not familiar with your brother, I don't know."
My Ge Ningshan, who is more than 40 years old, usually doesn't laugh at me, but he manages my food and clothing. Everything is well managed and drip-proof, and he considers everything I didn't expect perfectly. .
After graduating from university, my brother had arranged everything except that he didn't arrange a girlfriend for me.
girlfriend? I glanced at Chongyang suspiciously.
Finally, I plan to go to Beijing to follow my brother’s tone. This time I won’t take Chongyang. If I have eaten Peking Duck, I’m going to go there. If I didn’t see his eyes going out, I sat in a taxi and sent him a message. WeChat, tell him not to open the door to strangers.
This was when Ning Shan was busiest. I stayed there for two days before he had free time. The old man sat behind his desk after taking a shower and was reading the documents. I touched in and sat in front of him, yet I didn’t think of anything to say. Then he asked: "What do you want to ask?"
"How do you know I have a question to ask?"
"Write everything on your face." He looked up at me from the back of the file. "You used to come back from school and just look at your face to know how many points you scored this time."
"It's no wonder that I changed my paper to ninety-six and got a beating for some reason. From which muscle on my face do you tell that nine is actually seven?"
"Okay." He adjusted the entire file in his hand: "What's the matter?"
I thought about it and asked, "Have you been to my underground garage?"
"Underground garage?" He was stunned for a moment: "Why am I going there?"
"It's quite empty." I said, "Did you not buy me a car last time, I went there to have a look."
"Yeah." He said.
Seeing him as if he didn't know anything, I said, "Do you have any impression of our grandfather."
Ning Shan said: "I didn't remember anything at that time, but he died after I remembered it. Why are you asking about this?"
"What does his old man do?"
"The geological team member, retired later."
I nodded. It seems that he can't ask anything here anymore. If there is something my brother made up his mind not to tell me, then I can't ask any questions.
Only ask Ning Xuejun.
When I arrived, he was pouring the half-dead pots and didn't know what it was. He also raised a few bastards in a small pool in the middle of the yard. I thought that bastards might not be able to raise them.
I said: "This bastard is quite small."
He took a large shovel and gave Hua loosen the soil. I saw that the posture was about to shovel the roots, "That's a snapping turtle."
"It's pretty lively."
"Is there anything going on back this time, has your brother been there?"
"I've been there, he's very busy."
"Yeah." Ning Xuejun nodded, "He has a successful career and a happy family, but you are in the autumn wind in my yard, asking me for money?"
I quickly said: "It's not for money."
I suddenly felt that it was impossible to ask anything. Looking at their state, if they didn't really know anything, they would have been playing for decades. If they didn't want to tell me, I couldn't ask anything.
Finally, I slept with the old man for one night and returned to Chongqing the next day.
After landing, I just turned on the phone, and I received a WeChat message, it was Wang Xiaofeng. I didn't realize it at once. Wang Xiaofeng is a classmate of my university, and I don't have much contact. What is he calling me at this time
Later, I remembered that before I went to Guangxi, I asked him to find out where the two packages were sent from. I guess it was found out.
I clicked on WeChat and saw Wang Xiaofeng sent me a sentence: "The mailing address has been sent to your mailbox, please check it carefully." (End of this chapter)