Lan Ling and Zuo Qingqing finished eating the seafood pot at eight o'clock in the evening, carrying large bags and small bags, and now they returned with a full load, and the two of them wanted to go back satisfied.

The two of them carried things across the road opposite, and at this time, Lan Ling looked up at the tall buildings opposite. It was her first time visiting and many places were unfamiliar. Suddenly, I saw a seemingly dilapidated old building standing on the bustling commercial street opposite.

"Where is that?" Lan Ling squinted his eyes and watched, and was held by Zuo Qingqing's arm, and he was led across the opposite road. Seeing the dilapidated concrete house on the opposite side of the road, she counted it visually, and although it was only 14 stories tall, it was too conspicuous. It is simply out of step with the gorgeous high-rise buildings next to it.

She said in her heart: Why didn't you see it just now?

Zuo Qingqing saw her staring at the old building opposite curiously, she pulled Lan Ling to stand on the side of the street not far from the old building, and whispered: "This is the strongest nail household!" Strange, right? ”

"This ...... How much is it worth? Lan Ling curiously pulled Zuo Qingqing forward, and forgot to put his things in the car.

"Hey, why are you going?" Zuo Qingqing was pulled by her and almost couldn't keep up.

The two of them walked towards the old cement building with large bags and small bags.

The old building, which is only 14 stories high, looks dilapidated. The windows were rotten and the iron frames were rusty. When I walked in, even the cement in the corner of the wall had fallen off a large piece, revealing some bricks, but it was still standing. It's so abrupt here. It's hard to see it if you don't want to.

"This looks like the rich family in the past, and there is real estate here, but it is not demolished." Lan Ling saw that there was still a big word on the wall, but no one seemed to dare to move, and it was still standing here after all these years.

"No one dares to demolish it, it's very evil here! Let's go! Zuo Qingqing pulled her and was about to go back.

Lan Ling asked curiously, "Why?" She turned her head to look at the old building, which had been decades old, and was crawling with those green creepers. Those broken windows were so black that I couldn't see anything.

"Anyone died here?" She saw Zuo Qingqing pulling herself to leave.

She simply stopped, looked back, and saw that there seemed to be no one inside, and indeed who would live in that kind of place! The heart said, "This is probably for the ghosts."

Zuo Qingqing saw her standing and watching, she hurriedly stepped forward and pulled her, "I heard that there is a ghost mother-in-law living inside, who can understand the ghosts of the underworld, and can go back and forth between the yin and yang worlds." ”

"Isn't this looking at flowers?" Lan Ling only felt a little, she chuckled lightly, and continued to look at the old building. Suddenly I found that something was wrong with this old building, "Where did you go into this building?" Why don't you even have a door? ”

She looked at it for a long time, thinking that the light was too dim to see clearly, and when she walked to the other side, she didn't find any main entrance, maybe not even a door.

Zuo Qingqing hurriedly grabbed her, "You don't care if it has a door or not!" Can't you go in? With that, she pulled Lan Ling back.

Suddenly, the two of them almost bumped into one of them.

"Uh, I'm sorry." Lan Ling looked up and saw that it was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a white shirt and a Mediterranean hairstyle.

Seeing the man's face glaring angrily, they were startled. They quickly got out of the way, bypassing him and heading back.

Lan Ling looked back, the man didn't stop, didn't pay attention to them, and hurriedly walked towards the old building. She saw that the man was still holding something in his hand, wrapped in black cloth, and she did not know what it was.

"Gone." Zuo Qingqing pulled her and hurried away.

"Who's that?" Lan Ling also felt that he was asking a little stupid, and when he turned his head to look again, he saw that the person had disappeared!

"Huh! What about people! She had a large bag in her hand, and the sound of rubbing the bag as she walked, and the surroundings were quiet.

Seeing that Zuo Qingqing was speechless all the way, she seemed to be very scared, probably because she was timid. The person I bumped into just now is probably passing through here, but why is he so depressed?

She shook her head and didn't dare to think about it again, she only felt that this place was a little eerie, and said in her heart: This place is so close to the commercial street, why does no one dare to go here?

She turned back again, only to see that the strange man was no longer visible, and the old building not far away was still so lifeless, as if hidden in the darkness.

Back in the car, Zuo Qingqing hurriedly turned around and walked on the road, looking at the bustling crowd on the lively street, she was relieved.

"What's wrong with you? So cowardly, that's a human, not a ghost! Lan Ling saw that she was nervous, she turned her head to look through the car window, and soon the dilapidated old building was blocked. Looking at the lively street and the starry night lights, I feel that what I just saw does look like a haunted house.

Zuo Qingqing glanced at her, "You don't know anything when you first arrive, it's not a place for ordinary people to go." ”

"Isn't the average person going to the place? That person is still divided into three, six, nine and so on? Lan Ling didn't think so, opened the window, and a cool wind blew in. She turned her head to look at Zuo Qingqing's serious expression.

"You just said it, it's to look at the flowers, do you know what that person was holding just now?" Zuo Qingqing felt panicked when he thought about it, the man came running at night, it seemed that something had happened at home.

"This looks at the yin and yang flowers, there are many in the small alleys, and the owner of this building does not sell such a large amount of valuable house, but still does this small business."

"Small business? I don't look like it, I heard it's very smart! The people who went there to see it were all rich people. It's not that there's a panic at home, no one will go to that kind of place to see, you say? Zuo Qingqing thought, and suddenly glanced at Lan Ling, who was sitting in the co-pilot, "Why don't you go and have a look?" ”

Seeing her glaring at herself, she remembered that there was a blind light there, "Or tomorrow?" If you go in broad daylight, it's always fine. ”

Lan Ling glared at her, "Don't preach feudal superstition here!" What to see! I might as well go to the doctor! ”

"You said it yourself! I didn't say you were sick! Zuo Qingqing laughed and sent her home first.

Back at home, Lan Ling took a shower, and then lay on the bed, looking through the information of his work. Afraid that she would fall asleep and have nightmares, she thought that she would not sleep at all tonight.

So, I got up and carefully searched for relevant information about some of the mural materials I had studied, and found that the murals I had recently studied had no connection with the murals I saw in my dreams.

She said to herself: What connection can this have?

What I am repairing now is a mural from the Tang Dynasty, and the mural I dreamed of in my dream couldn't even see what the painting was. She only vaguely saw a twin tree, and she couldn't be sure whether it was a twin tree or not.

"That dream was so real." She could think of the scene in the dream when she closed her eyes, because it was not just one dream, but many times she had dreamed that she had a mural like that in front of her.

The mural in the dream, the tall tree in the mural, why did my father stare at the mural?

She couldn't figure out why this was?

In the middle of the night, when I was about to fall asleep looking at the tedious and boring materials, my mind suddenly flashed to the scene of my father studying a mural in the desert of Xinjiang. She opened her eyes suddenly, as if she had found some clue, but she couldn't figure out anything.

She put on her slippers and walked around the cramped living room, which was less than thirty square meters. I made up my mind to go back to my hometown to see, maybe some clues could be found in some of my father's research materials.

In the second half of the night, she fell asleep in a daze, and this time she did not have nightmares, but slept until dawn. She asked for two days off from the office early in the morning, and she was always able to go back and pack her things for two days.

Lan Ling's mother is from Xinjiang, but her father is not. It's just that she came to the city of Karamay, and later met her mother, who left early, and then her father stayed in Xinjiang. This is her return to Xinjiang, the place where she was born.

Karamay is located in the western part of the Junggar Basin, the center of Eurasia, and is the gathering area of the world's petroleum and petrochemical industry. Karamay means "black oil" in the Uyghur language. There is a group of natural asphalt mounds - Black Oil Mountain.

Lan Ling grew up in this oil city, but later followed his father to Urumqi, where he became a professor at a university and later transferred to work at the Xi'an Mural Research Institute. She also applied for a university in Xi'an to study mural restoration and research.

This is an unpopular major, and she feels that she may be the most influenced by her father, with a little talent, coupled with perseverance, otherwise she would not have survived to this day.

When she got off the plane and saw the unique scenery of Xinjiang that she had not seen for a long time, she couldn't help but feel a little sad, and her mind was full of scenes when she came back with her father every summer vacation.

She took a deep breath, carried a simple backpack, and began to transfer cars, and it was not until three or four o'clock in the afternoon that she finally arrived at the door.

She went upstairs, there were only a few families left in this old residential building, her house was on the fifth floor, not the top floor, this kind of hot weather, it is conceivable, living in a high-rise building is actually not a good thing.

When she went upstairs and found the door of her house, she was stunned, only to see that the iron door was covered with cobwebs. The lights in the corridor were already broken, and the dim light looked at Bai Sensen.

She turned to look at the other side of the household, who had moved away in the early years. The iron door was even more tattered, as if it could be kicked to pieces.

She didn't plan to disturb the residents downstairs, perhaps because she didn't want people to see her coming back. In fact, she was very light along the way.

Holding a tissue in her hand, she pushed away the cobwebs on the iron door, and touched the location of the keyhole, and suddenly a spider as big as a child's palm jumped out, so frightened that she almost cried out.

I was about to take off my shoes to fight, and I felt that the spider had become a sperm and was not running very fast. All of a sudden, it was gone.

She sighed, took the key and inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it hard, "Huh! Why can't it be opened? She twisted it again in the opposite direction, but saw that the lock did not move.

I thought: I guess it's been a long time and it's rusty.

She looked to the side, where could she find some oil or something to lubricate. She gritted her teeth and frowned, twisting left and right, almost breaking the key.

She kicked hard with her foot in annoyance, and with a "bang", the iron door was not locked! She kicked it away. With a "poof", the door closed tightly.

This time it was completely locked, and Lan Ling pursed his lips and fanned away the dust, ignoring the sound of someone downstairs talking. She took the key and reached out to open the door, the rusty lock was not easy to open. She reached into the crack in the iron door and lifted it, and the iron door creaked. She unscrewed the lock and finally opened the iron door, and then opened the wooden door inside.

As soon as she entered the house, she heard someone talking upstairs, and she heard it clearly, and the grandmother downstairs was asking, thinking that she had recruited a thief.

She didn't have time to explain, and wondered in her heart: why was the iron door not locked?

Feeling that something was wrong, she cautiously walked into the house and turned on the light, and there was a musty smell and a thick smell of dust in the room. She didn't rush to open the window, thinking that if there was really a thief in the house, what her father had left behind......

She thought about hurrying to find it, and the first thing she did was to clean up her father's study, which was not the first time she had returned, and she had no time to clean up at that time.

She turned on the light in the study and looked at the shelves full of books, large and small, and the materials that had accumulated thick dust on the table. She carefully rummaged through the books.

But after rummaging through it for a long time, she couldn't find the notebook that her father used for copying, and in her impression, it was a black hard-shell notebook.

She said to herself, "Did my father lose it before he left?" Impossible!

Her mind is a little confused, and she has searched inside and out, this big place, it is impossible to hide in the wall! Is it still some valuable treasure? I don't want to look for any notebook, in case I use it for bookkeeping!

She thought about it and went back to her room to look for it, and she didn't expect anything, so she simply sat down on her bed. Looking at my small room, it is actually about the same size as the house I rent now.

Looking at the white mattress, it was already covered with mildew, and even the wall against it was full of mildew. She got up suddenly, had an idea, and lifted the mattress directly.