Xiaoqinggou is a well-known local cemetery, I originally thought that the three people would be buried in the direction of the public welfare cemetery, but I didn't expect that their cemetery would be placed in an upper-medium position.

I glanced at my computer: "Who was the person who came to pay for the cemetery?"

The administrator checked: "The gentleman didn't leave his real name, but just wrote his surname, according to him, no one will come to renew the management fee in the future, and it is okay to keep the surname." ”

"Sure enough, it's an instructor!" I thought it was a cemetery bought by an instructor at first.

When I turned on the white light, I came into contact with people from all walks of life. A thief spends money when he has money, steals when he doesn't have money, never leaves money on his body, he can live day by day, and he has no special requirements for what happens after his death, let alone save money to buy a cemetery. In their opinion, it is better to spend money to find a nest after death, than to drink two more sips while still alive. It's simply impossible to get them to buy a cemetery.

I found three tombstones arranged in a zigzag pattern according to the cemetery number: "Xinyan, call those three numbers." ”

After Xinyan dialed the phone, three mobile phone ringtones rang in turn in different tombs, and the three phones were all in the cemetery, I squinted my eyes slightly, and the cemetery security guard also walked over slowly: "Don't mess with the phone, be careful of scaring others." ”

I turned to look at the security guard walking in, "You're not afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of!" the security guard smiled: "It is also popular to accompany funerals now, and it is not strange for family members to put the small objects used by the deceased in the grave." There are a lot of people who put the phone, some of them are not in arrears, and some people who don't know will definitely be able to dial in one dial!"

The security guard said: "The cemetery hires security guards, isn't it just to watch the things that accompany the funeral and not let people steal them." I hear a lot of phone ringtones. What's so weird?"

I handed the other party a cigarette: "Brother, let me ask you something, has the phone been ringing in these three cemeteries recently?"

"It's ringing! It's ringing in the shift! The water of Honghu Lake here, and the ethnic wind over there. One after the other. The security guard said: "I don't know who thinks of this brother like this, and he calls at every turn." ”

The security guard was still walking forward as he spoke: "We have a saying here, when you hear the phone ringing, stay away, don't stand on the side." Who knows, when the ringing stops, the phone is hung up over there, or someone is answering it in the tomb?

The security guard continued: "Some time ago, the phones in the three cemeteries rang every day, but recently they don't ring much. ”

My voice sank slightly: "You say, can a person speak when he lies under the ground?"

The security guard laughed: "Then who knows? I can't open the tomb and see if anyone answers the phone!"

"Then open it and take a look!" I reached out and grabbed the edge of the graveyard slate, lifted it upwards vigorously, and lifted the marble slab alive and carried it in my hand.

Now the cemetery is very simple, to put it bluntly, it is a square made of cement, when you need to use it, first put the urn in it, and then cover it with a marble slab, and the slate is surrounded by waterproof glass glue, and the cemetery is not afraid of water.

When I looked down at the tomb, I saw a mirror and a cell phone.

It wasn't until this time that the cemetery security guard reacted: "What are you doing? ”

"And then!" I raised my hand and threw the slab to the security guard, who didn't react and reached out to take the slate. The slate was thirty or forty pounds, and I didn't take it seriously when I held it in my hand, but the other party caught the slate violently, and immediately couldn't stand still, holding the slate and retreating five or six steps, and almost fell to the ground.

I didn't look at the security guard, I reached for the mirror and my phone to the side, and opened the urn. What I didn't expect was that there was a diary in the urn.

"The diary is here!" I opened three tombs in a row, and took out all the urns inside, only to find that there were no ashes in each box, only two packages made of red cloth.

I wanted to open the package, but when I touched the seal of the package, I changed my mind and closed the urn untouched. Rushed to the nearby troops with something.

By the time I found Feng Tiefeng and them, my grandfather and them were all sitting in the house.

It turned out that when I was just in retreat to fight the demons, Xiao Qian'er contacted my father, and they rushed over directly by high-speed train, three hours earlier than I expected.

When my father saw me, he slapped the table: "Do you still know how to come back? This can be done, you dare to fight the demon by yourself, you don't want to die, the old Chen family still wants incense!"

"Shut up!" my grandmother glared at my grandfather fiercely: "If you have something to say, let's go back and leave Xiaoqu's matter behind." Noko, did you find anything in the purpose?"

I laid out all three urns on the table: "This is what I brought back from my purpose." I suspect that the instructor made frequent calls to those three cell phones during that time to tell people that if something happened to him, he would go to the cemetery. ”

There is nothing special about the diary left by the instructor. On the contrary, it was the other two packages that caught my grandmother's attention: "Fortunately, you didn't open the seal, the seal on the package is made of runes, and people who don't understand runes tear the seal is equivalent to pulling the **, not only will the things in the package be blown to pieces, but the person who does it will not escape death." Your instructors are not simple!"

My grandmother turned her head to look at Ding Duo'er: "Ding Dong, you come over and help me study this rune." Noko, you first look for clues in the diary. ”

There were five diaries of the instructor, and I divided the diaries casually, but when I opened the diary, I was stunned - the diary was the instructor's notes. However, the content of the diary seems to be disorganized, and the preface often does not match the afterword, and it is impossible to see what the instructor has written.

The dates in the diary are all erased, and the pages are numbered in order. Nothing useful on the surface alone.

The instructor deliberately hid the contents of the diary.

Feng Tiefeng muttered: "The diary has been opened and rebound, and the page number of the diary should be the password. Lao Qu's diary is reserved for us. Only a few of us came over to be able to crack the diary order. Everyone think about it, what does the old song want to express?"

"CRBT!" I suddenly said: "I remember that the ringtone on the mobile phone in the cemetery where I put the diary was "I came from the grassland", and which lines were sung, I immediately went out of the mountains...... Use the password to find these few sentences. ”

The code passed through the army is the Morse code or a derivative of the Morse code. Some special units also have their own exclusive code. When we were trained, the instructor made up a set of passwords on his own, and for a while, in order for us to remember the passwords, he used them for any commands. Our paper responses must use a password.

That set of passwords, only those of us know, even if it is replaced by someone from other troops, don't try to find the order of the diary according to the lyrics.

The five diaries were quickly split and merged together.

The instructor has a habit of writing two pages, front and back, no matter what he writes, and he says that this is done so as not to waste paper. Therefore, he usually writes very lightly.

However, the handwriting of these diaries is strong through the back of the paper, which shows how drastic the emotional fluctuations of the instructor were when he wrote these diaries.

A couple of journals begin, with the following words:

I remembered the past, I was not an orphan, I had parents and grandparents. I have lived with them for many years.

But my memory was tampered with, and my memory was replaced by an orphan named Qu Zhiqiu. He grew up in an orphanage, and his memories of before he was eighteen were replaced with mine. What's more, we swapped identities.

I don't know if the real Qu Zhiqiu is still alive, I only know that I am living for Qu Zhiqiu.

If it weren't for Aiping, I wouldn't have found out that my memory had been tampered with, it was she who found me. She knows that I am not the real Qu Zhiqiu.

In search of my identity, I left the army and returned to the city. But everything about me has been erased. I only know that my name is Qu Zhiqiu, and I enlisted in the orphanage.

It took me a few years and countless methods to remember the past, my surname is Chen.

The first fragment I remember was the scene of my grandfather's death, and then a lot of things came to my mind, of course, it was only a small part, and I had to take advantage of the fact that I could still remember those things and write them all down. Maybe I'll forget all about the past at some point.

When I was 12 years old, my father had a cerebral hemorrhage, and in addition to my father and me, he was with a few old neighbors. At that time, my father was speechless, but he struggled to point three fingers at me and look at my father.

My father wanted to leave his last words, but my father knelt beside the bed, held my father's hand tightly, held the three fingers that my father stretched out back into his palm, and shook his head vigorously with red circles in his eyes.

My father said the word "you" with all his strength and walked away with his eyes open, and my father stroked him several times in a row, but he didn't close his eyes.

My father obviously couldn't rest assured about something, and my dad knew what my father wanted, but he didn't promise him.

At that time, many people said that my father was not filial, and some people said that my father was not biological, so he didn't even agree to his wish before he died.

It's no wonder that others misunderstood, and everyone who came felt that my grandfather's last wish was to see my grandmother again. However, my dad wouldn't let me.

I know that my father didn't mean that, and before he died, he stretched out three fingers to ask my dad to take me to see my grandmother for the third time.

The reason why my grandfather and my grandmother were separated was because my grandmother started digging the ancestral grave of our old Chen family in the year I was born.