Ten years later, I'm already working at the town's post office.

That day, I received my first paycheck in my life, went to a restaurant in town to pack a few stir-fried dishes, and was ready to go home to celebrate with my mother.

My mother looked at my salary and was very excited, she personally fried two side dishes and poured two cups of beef two.

While I was having a good time, there was a knock on my door.

My mother went to open the door, and there was Aunt Zhang, the next-door neighbor, standing outside the door.

My mother immediately warmly invited Aunt Zhang to come in and sit down.

Aunt Zhang smiled and said no, she came to deliver a letter to me.

I was very puzzled, so I asked what era it was, and why did anyone still write letters.

Aunt Zhang said that she was an old lady with gray hair, and she looked like she was from the countryside, so she probably couldn't use a mobile phone.

The old lady said that it was inconvenient for her to come to my house, so she asked Aunt Zhang to bring it.

Aunt Zhang gave the envelope to my mother and left.

My mom opened the envelope and a picture slipped out of it.

She immediately picked up the photo and looked at it, but she didn't expect to scream in fright and throw the photo to the ground.

I hurriedly asked my mom what was wrong?

My mother's face turned pale with fright, her hands trembled, and she pointed to the photo: "That photo...... What's going on?"

I immediately crouched down and picked up the photo.

After seeing the content of the photo, I was also scared enough, and swallowed several mouthfuls of spit, and finally stabilized my mind.

The person in the photo turned out to be my grandmother.

What's going on? Grandma has been dead for ten years, who took her picture, and why did she send me the picture?

I immediately realized that there was something wrong with it, and looked more closely.

The photo was taken at night, and it was very blurry, and I couldn't see my grandmother's expression clearly, but I always felt that my grandmother seemed to be staring at me.

It makes my heart furious.

She stood in a strange position, with her left foot lame, and her body fell to the left so badly that she could fall to the ground at any moment.

Behind my grandmother is a mound. The mound was very old and overgrown with weeds.

I carefully read the words on the tombstone, and finally found that the tomb was the joint tomb of my grandfather and grandmother.

This is enough to prove that the photos were taken in the past few days.

However, grandma has been dead for ten years, and her body has been burned to ashes, how did she get photographed!

I was terrified when I thought about it.

My mom was completely panicked and hurriedly asked me what to do.

To be honest, I don't know what to do. But I still pretended to be calm and told my mother not to be afraid, saying that someone might be secretly playing tricks.

Nowadays, photographic technology is very advanced, and it is very easy to photograph a person.

Although I say this, I subconsciously feel that this matter must be more than just PS.

At this moment, my mobile phone rang, I took out my phone and looked at it, and found that it was my uncle calling.

As soon as I answered the phone, my uncle said angrily: "Xiaofan, something happened at home, you should come back with your mother quickly." ”

My heart pounded: "Uncle, what's wrong?"

The uncle scolded and scolded: "I don't know which guy who lacks virtue and smokes has picked up the graves of your grandfather and grandmother, and their bones have been stolen." ”

"Fuck, let Lao Tzu catch that immoral thing, you have to break three of his legs. ”

I was terrified again.

Grandpa's grave was picked up, and all the bones were stolen!

It seems that this photo is really not P's.

Because it was so coincidental, as soon as the photos were sent here, the grave was picked up over there.

These two things must be related, and they have been premeditated for a long time!

I immediately told my uncle that I was going back to my mom right now, and then hung up.

My mom asked my uncle what he was talking about.

I couldn't bear to tell my mom the news, for fear that my mom wouldn't be able to bear it.

But I couldn't hide it after all, so I told my mom anyway.

As soon as my mother heard that her parents' graves had been ripped up, she rolled her eyes and was about to lie down on the ground.

Fortunately, I was quick to catch my mom and pinched her, so my mom survived and didn't faint.

She couldn't stop crying: "Which turtle grandson who has no mother to raise is picking up my grave." This...... This is going to cut off the offspring......"

My mother's crying made me feel distressed.

I hurriedly comforted my mother, saying that the top priority was to hurry back to see the situation, and everything would be talked about when I got back.

After my repeated reassurance, my mother finally stopped crying, but she still sobbed hard.

I took my mother to find a black motorcycle in the town, and under my bitter pleading and the temptation of a lot of money, the master of the motorcycle finally agreed to take us back to our hometown.

I was restless all the way.

Who took this picture? Grandma has been dead for ten years, how did he take it?

And my grandmother is standing in front of my grandfather's grave, which is telling us that it is the same person who digs my grandfather's grave and takes pictures?

What was his purpose in doing this?

After nearly two hours of bumpy travel, we finally got back to the village.

My grandfather and grandmother were dead, and their old house was deserted, so we went to my uncle's house as soon as we came back.

At this time, everyone in the village was asleep, and only the lights were still on at the uncle's house.

After we entered the door, we found that the eldest uncle, the second uncle, and the fifth master of the village were squatting in the courtyard smoking, with a sad face.

In front of them were three shovels.

My mother cried when she entered the door: "Fifth master, you ...... You're going to be in charge of our family. Digging graves is going to be extinct, he wants to kill our family. ”

The eldest and second uncles hurriedly walked up and helped my mother up.

The fifth master sighed helplessly: "Hey, look at this trouble." What's that, Da Nier, don't cry yet, sit down and discuss, no matter what, you have to find the bones of your father and mother. ”

My mom wiped away a handful of tears and slowly stopped crying.

I took out a box of cigarettes, handed them to my eldest uncle, second uncle, and fifth master, and squatted down in front of them.

"Uncle, second uncle, when did you find out that Grandpa's grave was picked up?"

The fifth master said: "I just found out. Today is not your grandfather's ten-year sacrifice day, your grandfather had a good relationship with me during his lifetime, and we have always been brothers. ”

"Who knew that as soon as I walked to the grave, I found that your grandfather's grave had been picked, so I hurried to inform your eldest and second uncle. ”

Then I remembered that today is my grandfather's and grandmother's sacrifice day.

My mother cried again, saying that when she came during the day today, the grave was fine, but why was it picked up at night.

The uncle said impatiently to my mother: "Sister, don't cry, it's better to find our father's bones first, there's no time to cry." ”

I hurriedly stopped my uncle: "Uncle, don't go yet, you can take a look at this first." ”

With that, I took out the photo of my grandmother and showed it to the three of them.

The three of them glanced at it, and they were all frightened, and their faces turned pale.

After a long time, the uncle swallowed hard and spat hard: "Xiaofan, this photo ...... Where did it come from?"

I said, "It was sent by Aunt Zhang next door to my house." Aunt Zhang said that an old lady asked her to give us the photo. ”

The uncle frowned and pondered for a moment.

After a while, the uncle jumped up angrily: "Grass, it must be the grave dug by the old lady who sent the photo, even if it is not her, it must have something to do with him." ”

"There are only a few old ladies in our village, and the only one who has an enmity with our family is the widow Wang. I'll grass his grandmother's legs, widow Wang, see if Lao Tzu can't kill you. ”

As he spoke, the uncle picked up the shovel and was about to go to the widow of the king in the village to theorize.

The fifth master immediately reprimanded: "Big Niu, don't mess around, why do you say that the widow of the king of people did it without evidence?"

The eldest uncle said angrily: "Do you need any evidence for this? Just the widow Wang has a grudge against our family, and she just finished arguing with me two days ago. She must have wanted to dig up my grave and curse the dead in our house. ”

The fifth master glared at his uncle: "Does the widow have the ability to take a picture of your mother who has been dead for ten years? ”

The uncle didn't know how to refute the fifth master for a while.

The fifth master continued to stare at the photo again.

After staring at it for a while, the fifth master suddenly jumped up: "Grandma's, I know who dug your ancestral grave." ”

The uncle immediately asked, "Who is it?"

The fifth master said, "It's your mother." ”

The uncle was very angry: "Fifth master, don't talk nonsense, how is this possible, the dead man has picked up his grave?"

The fifth master hurriedly said: "Don't believe it, you come and see the photos." ”