Here I noticed that he used a special word, "reach." Saying that my eyes have not "reached" Ning's history, the implications of these words are worthy of consideration.
But I didn't get too entangled in this issue, and said: "I am indeed Ning Chuan, don't you know the surname of the old man?"
The old guy hunched his back, walked silently inside, took out the key to open the more concealed door, and turned around and said: "Come in." Then he turned on the light in the room with a click.
It was the kind of dim orange light, and a dim light bulb was hanging very low. When we walked in, we could see every bit of a person's daily life here.
There is a small radio next to the rocking chair, a TV set in front of it, and a liquor bottle at the foot of the rocking chair. The old curtains are drawn, and there is a wall shelf beside the curtains with some books on them. Next to the wall shelf is a bed.
"My surname is Xiang, you can call me Lao Xiang." He hunched over and pulled out a folding chair from under the bed, which was already covered with dust. "Except for the rocking chair, there is only this chair. I know who is sitting on this chair. Have you ever?"
He patted the dust off the chair with his hand, and said to himself: "It was still 1973 when Ning Hanqing came to me. There were no extra chairs. I deliberately ran outside to find someone else to borrow it, but I never returned it."
"Sit down." He sat on the rocking chair by himself, raised his eyelids and looked at me, "I wonder what you three want to do when you come here?"
I looked at Li Yuanyi. He and Chongyang were standing behind me. I was wearing a big military uniform, just like the northeast black boss. I wondered if it was inconvenient for Li Yuanyi to know, and finally said, "I'll come. Two packages are being tracked here."
The old guy with the surname Xiang said calmly: "I sent it. If you have any questions, just ask. This is what Ning Hanqing entrusted."
I thought for a while, and picked a more obvious question: "I was born in the 90s, and the construction of Yuanshan Garden was also in the 90s, and Ning Hanqing entrusted you with this matter in the 1970s. Did he treat me at that time? Did you tell you his name and address?"
Lao Xiang said lightly: "Who said he told me at that time, do you think Ning Hanqing will deliver this to me? He only gave me some things when he left, and then he asked me to wait. Message. I don’t have an address. Only after I receive the address can I send the corresponding items as agreed. In the past few decades, I have only sent it a few times."
"Who gave you the address then?"
"If you can find out, he won't be called Ning Hanqing. If you can find me, he definitely wants you to come." The old man said lightly, obviously not knowing who gave him the address.
I remembered what Meng Qisheng said, Ning Hanqing was a cautious person and a suspicious person, who would certainly not let people know the full picture of his plan. He gave one thing to three people to do. The first one only knew who the person to be investigated was and where they lived, the second only knew what was to be sent, and the third would wait until the news was received. Perform the final execution.
This may be the work style he left behind when he was working in the Secret Investigation Bureau, making the whole thing confusing. So far, who is the first person is still unknown.
The first person knew my name and address, and even contact information, indicating that he must have investigated me. Could it be the courier with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek last time? I said why he glanced around with melon eyes as soon as I opened the door.
"Then old man, what else do you know?" I asked.
Lao Xiang closed his eyes and shook his chair for a long time, and finally said: "Too many, many things, too many." He paused, and suddenly the topic changed: "Do you believe there is really a curse in this world?"
I shook my head: "The curse does not exist, but the objective law exists. Many times people cannot find the objective law, so they can only attribute it to a curse."
The old guy shook his head: "On materialism, I still read a lot of these books, but they couldn't change my fear of those spells. They have been haunting me."
Li Yuanyi and Chongyang hadn’t spoken. Li Yuanyi was looking for him. He didn’t know why he didn’t ask any questions. At this time, he said, "You mean, you are cursed?"
The old man stared at Li Yuanyi for a long while, then suddenly smiled, "Are you from Ning's history?"
Li Yuanyi didn’t speak, and the old guy didn’t pursue the question, but continued with the previous topic, “In this room where you are now, I have experienced some very strange things. I still don’t know these strange things. The feeling, is it an illusion caused by me thinking too much, or it really happened."
We looked at him and waited for him to continue.
The old guy squinted his eyes and shook the recliner slightly, and recalled: "I moved into the 308th factory after being demobilized from the railway force. The government arranged for me to work as a doorman here. In fact, he just gave me a name for convenience. I paid a subsidy. I had forgotten exactly when that happened. I only remember that I lived here for a long time. At that time, the 308th factory had already been abandoned, and I didn’t even stay here for a week. If you can say a word, you will go out during the day to see if anyone is stealing scrap iron or something.
The days are as peaceful as water, without waves. Under such circumstances, people's thinking will be numb, and it is not the kind of short-term numbness, but long-term numbness for several years. When I was in it, I would not find it, and I felt that everything was normal, but now I recall that time, I can hardly remember anything, as if I was a walking dead and lived in the 308th factory.
I also forgot when the turning point of the matter occurred. That night, I patrolled the factory as usual and returned to this room to prepare to rest. He looked at us: "This is the room where I have lived for a long time. For a long time, I can almost touch anything I want with my eyes closed. But when I came back that day, I suddenly found that something was wrong.
But what is wrong? I can’t find out what’s wrong, but I just feel a little awkward. This feeling is always with me. As long as I walk out of this room, the awkward feeling will disappear immediately, but as soon as I come in, I can feel it. It's still here.
So I started looking, what kind of thing is in my room? There must be something in my room, it is hiding out of my sight, peeping at me.
I searched for a long time and didn’t find any strange things, but when I knelt by the bed and looked under the bed, a flash of light flashed through my mind. I suddenly figured out what makes me feel all the time. awkward.
It has nothing to do with peeping, it has nothing to do with the bed, it has nothing to do with what I was doing at the time, it just suddenly figured it out.
The old guy whispered: "I suddenly discovered that the entire layout of my room has been reversed."
I was shocked, and he said again: "At that time I discovered that the things I experienced in the depths of Daxinganling, those curses, have never been far away from me, they have been entangled with me." (End of this chapter) )