Fang touched Jin and begged Shijie to go with him to the old house in Jingzi Lane. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The last time I went down, the golden ruler and the compass fell underneath, it was a treasure handed down by the ancestors of Fang Mojin, and if I didn't find it, I wouldn't be able to work in the field in the future. This time I came to Beijing to do just that. But Shijie didn't have to go down to the sea eye well with him, just at the mouth of the underground river, help Fang touch the rope under the golden palm, Fang touched the gold and tied the rope to go in to find something, what is the problem, pull the rope for the number, Shijie dragged people back, lest Fang touch the gold below and lose his way.

Hearing this, I suddenly realized a problem, Fang Mojin once told me that his family history of Mojin was made up later for the purpose of selling stolen goods, but if the gold divider, compass or something was handed down from my ancestors, then Fang Mojin must be hiding his identity in front of me, but what was his purpose? Could it be that at that time he already knew that I would know a lot of secrets about Haiyanjing and Xuanmen in the future? Shijie obviously did not realize my distraction, and continued to talk down.

Shijie couldn't resist Fang Mojin, thinking that as long as he didn't get close to Haiyan Well, it didn't seem to be much danger, so he went to Jingzi Lane with Fang Mojin that night. Although Shijie had never entered the old mansion in Jingzi Lane, after climbing over the wall and entering the courtyard, he found that the environment inside was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember whether it was a dream or the influence of Fang Mojin's previous story. At that time, it was already the second half of the night, but there was not a trace of insects and frogs in the yard, and it was so quiet that people's eardrums itched. Fang touched Jin very familiarly, entered the small rockery in the second courtyard of the old house, opened the square bricks on the ground, exposed the dark hole, took out the long rope from the backpack, carried it on his shoulder, and beckoned Shijie to go down the cave. At that time, looking at the hole that was faintly white and bubbling up, Shijie really had the heart to give up, but he couldn't bear to touch Jin alone, gritted his teeth, and entered the cave.

What you see in the cave is basically the same as Fang Mojin's previous description, but the cold is unbearable, Shijie is wrapped in a down jacket, he still feels cold and shivering, and he suddenly notices that Fang Mojin is only wearing a short leather coat, but he is like a person who has nothing to do, walking like a fly in front. After walking for more than ten minutes, Shijie heard a faint sound of running water in the distance, and the diameter of the tunnel slowly widened. Fang Mojin made a stop gesture, wrapped one end of the white nylon rope around his waist, and handed the other end to Shijie's hand, and told Shijie to pull it back three times when the rope was finished, and Fang Mojin went back. If Fang Mojin can't find the way, he will walk back along the rope, but Shijie should not loosen the rope or go further in no matter what the situation is. Shijie nodded, and Fang Mojin continued to walk towards the depths of the cave. Shijie tied one end of the rope to his left arm, then found a flat place on the edge of the cave wall and sat down and waited.

The bundle of rope was much thinner than the little finger, about two or three hundred meters long, and when Fang touched King Kong to enter, the speed of the rope was still relatively fast, but soon, the speed of the rope slowed down, and after a minute or two, it stopped completely, and Shijie still had a small half bundle left in his hand. After waiting like this for about ten minutes, the rope did not move at all, but Shijie's body was too cold to stand up. Shijie took out the cigarette and the lighter from his pocket and wanted to light one, but after pressing it a few times, the flame on the lighter jumped twice and went out. Shijie turned the fire to the maximum, and only a small flame was lit on the lighter, and it was gray-blue-gray-blue. Shijie said in his heart that eighty percent was caused by the lack of oxygen in the cave, and as soon as this thought came up, he immediately felt that his breathing became heavier and his head became heavier and heavier. Shijie didn't dare to get up again, curled up on the ground and smoked two cigarettes, the rope in his hand still didn't move at all, as if the other end was not tied at all, just hanging quietly on the ground.

This silent environment is an extremely harsh torture for people, Shijie struggled to stand up, and shouted twice into the darkness, but there was nothing but his own echo. And the echo is clearly clearer than the echo in the valley, in the corridor, and you can even feel it, with each step it goes forward, the pitch decreases by one degree, and finally merges with the darkness. But at the end of the echo, it didn't sound like his own voice, but as if someone was responding in the distance, one after another, continuously, Shijie didn't dare to shout again. And at this time, a light crossed in the darkness in the distance, as if something was moving in this direction, Shijie relieved his heart, it should be Fang Mojin turned around.

But after a few minutes, Shijie realized that something was wrong, first, the light gradually moved closer, but it was not the light from the flashlight, and it should be a lot of candle flames. The second is that in the faint candle flame, it is not the figure of Fang touching gold, but the shadowy figure of a large group of people meandering forward. The third is that the sound of drum music came from afar, but it was not the Tsing Yi singing section that Fang Mojin said, but it seemed to be the blowing and blowing during the funeral in the countryside. Shijie's heart fluttered, and he faintly felt that he was walking to a deserted grave in Jinnan at night and meeting a female corpse. At this time, he was not staying, nor was he leaving, and when he was in a dilemma, he could only watch the light get closer and closer, and listen to the noisy music beating louder and louder. Shijie could vaguely see that there were dozens of figures in the light, and perhaps there were more hidden in the dark, but the first few in front were wearing the costumes of the court of the previous dynasty, which were gorgeous, bright and bright.

Shijie shouted twice more at the top of his throat, but there was still no response, he had to grit his teeth and began to pull the rope back hard, but after pulling back a few meters, the rope had collapsed and could not be pulled anymore. The group of people who came slowly were less than ten meters away from Shijie, their faces were dull, their eyes were straight forward, and when their limbs moved, they were completely stiff, Shijie was terrified, and he used all his strength to bring the rope back, and with a sound of the horn, the nylon rope with the thickness of the little finger seemed to be broken from the middle, Shijie couldn't control his body, took a few steps back, and fell into the tomb, but the back of his head hit the stone wall, his eyes were dark, and the crowd in front of him was blurred. Before Shijie lost consciousness, he saw the group of people gathering in his direction, the light getting brighter and brighter, but a foul smell of earth came to his face.

At this point, Shijie stopped and touched the cigarette in the cigarette case, but the cigarette case was empty, I took one out of my bag, threw it to him, and asked him how it was after that. He slowly took out a cigarette and lit it, and looked up at me, his eyes full of horror. I don't think the content of this look can be expressed even if it is an actor, it should not be deliberately done in front of me, but if it is nearly ten years later, there is still such a reaction when it comes to this, then how was it terrifying back then? The wind outside was a little stronger, and the rolled fallen leaves hit the window, crackling and crackling. Shijie looked out the window, as if talking to himself, and as if he was muttering to me. "And then? I woke up. “

"Wake up? Could it be that what you said before was just a dream" I really can't accept the fact that such a wonderful story is just a dream of Nan Ke, what is the point of Shijie spending so long telling me a dream? However, thinking of my daydream in Jinnan, it seems that this dream has an indescribable and unclear connection with Haiyanjing and Xuanmen. Regardless of my interruption, Shijie at this time was no different from chatterbox, except for me to pour a small cup and drink myself, and then listen to his incoherent narration.

When Shijie woke up again, it was already dawn, and he was lying on the bed as usual. My head hurt a little, I touched it with my hand, there were some dry blood clots, and when I looked up at the table, the two cups of residual tea from last night were still there, which seemed to show that everything that happened last night was not a dream. Shijie rolled over and got out of bed, pulling out the suitcase from under the bed, and the three-headed tomb beast in the box was gone. But how did he return to the bed in the small courtyard, what happened after he fainted under Jingzi Alley, and whether Fang Mojin came up from the tomb or not, all of this seemed to be a blank in his brain, a program that had been deleted.

The more Shijie thought about it, the more frightened he became, so he quickly jumped out of the house, ran to the commissary at the entrance of the alley, used the public phone to pull Fang Mojin's page, and then waited under the wall. At this time, Shijie noticed that after a night of strong winds, the trees were bald, and the sunlight was unobstructed, sprinkled on his body arbitrarily, and it was very warm. After touching two cigarettes, the phone rang, and Fang Mojin's voice came from the other end of the phone line. Shijie's hanging heart relaxed, and he hurriedly asked him, did he turn back and found himself in the tomb and got himself back to the small courtyard? Did you find the gold ruler and compass back? On the other end of the phone, Fang Mojin was obviously stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Shijie, do you kid drink tea and get drunk, what nonsense, didn't you wake up?" After chatting last night, I went back to the hotel, and I went back to the train to Shanxi this morning, how could I have the time to go to the grave with you? You don't want to go to Jinnan with me, and you can't scare me?" I brought the tomb beast back to Shanxi to deal with it for you, I will go down to the Tang tomb in southern Jinnan in the spring of next year, if you want to come, call me at any time, I am short of people, it's okay if you don't come, it's done, I asked Feng Si to bring something to find you, enter the station, don't say much, you have to enter the station. “

When the blind tone of the phone came, Shijie couldn't interject the phone, hung up the phone, stayed for a while, his heart was numb, and his back spine was cold, only to realize that he didn't even wear a coat, so he ran out, scolded the damn cold, forgot to pay the phone bill, and ran back to the courtyard of Sweetwater Garden like a wild one.