When I was just about to find the secret hidden here, I suddenly felt that there was a big flaw in this diary left by my father.

I had been immersed in the specifics of the diary and had neglected some details. The things recorded in this diary are big and small, not only about me, but also about the transactions in the ancient bank, as well as my father's speculations and suspicions about Old Man Liu.

Would my father leave something so important out of here?

Based on what was written in the last entry of the journal, it is possible that he decided to leave and seal the place after writing this journal. He just finished writing a diary on the front foot, and he lost the diary on the back foot, and he couldn't even notice it?

It is absolutely impossible, with the meticulousness and prudence of the father, not to make such a low-level mistake.

At this moment, a thought flashed through my mind, this diary, is it fake?

However, I did not feel that the handwriting of the diaries, as well as the habits and style of the writing, indicated that the diaries were indeed written by my father.

If the diary is not a forgery, how can it be explained?

I can't figure it out, this question is no longer something I can deduce and think about. If this diary had been from his father, he would not have left it here, and he would have taken it with him.

The only explanation is that someone stole my father's diary and deliberately left it here. His reason for doing so was undoubtedly to let me see the diary with my own eyes.

Again, if someone told me how my father was, I wouldn't believe it unless I saw the hard evidence with my own eyes.

The diary is the most intuitive evidence.

Once again, the complexity of these things left me at a loss. With my brain, it may be difficult to accurately deduce the answer in such a complex situation.

After thinking about it, I simply didn't want to, so as not to have erroneous inferences that would affect my judgment.

I glanced around, and now, what I had to do was not to break my head and guess why this diary was lost in this place, but to find out the secret hidden here. If the diary is not a forgery, then it is very likely that the secret recorded in the diary, which was once discovered by the four burners, has been kept here.

What secret would that be?

I can only find it little by little.

I walked slowly, slowly, but I felt that the chances of finding the secret were very low, because I had searched these places carefully, and if there was anything suspicious, I would have noticed it a long time ago. The matter is obvious, the secret here may not have been so tight, but the unintentional intrusion of the four burners made my father vigilant, and he must have deliberately concealed the secret.

I walked around a dozen dirt caves, walked a full circle, and the more I walked, the more hope I felt.

Before I knew it, another two hours had passed, and I was completely out of options. Maybe it's because of the mood, I think it's very stuffy here, so I want to breathe at the entrance of the cave and say a few words to Lao Wang.

Bang bang bang......

Just as I was about to reach the entrance, there was a soft thud behind me, and it sounded like a knock on the door.

There was no sound in the cavern, but the sudden knock on the door startled me, and I turned around, but it was empty behind me.

My eyes looked at it for two minutes without blinking, and I couldn't help muttering in my heart, because the sound I heard just now was so soft that even I couldn't tell myself, whether there was a sound or my own tinnitus.

I stood for a few minutes before I turned around, but before I could take a step, I suddenly heard a thud behind me.

The voice was still soft, but this time, I seemed to make out. The sound was like coming from a mezzanine in a wall, so it was soft and a little muffled.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little hairy in my heart. I've heard a lot of stories about the mezzanine of the walls, and the small mezzanine seems to be the darkest and scariest place in the world, which will make people feel extremely scary and intimidating.

People's fears generally come from the unknown, because they don't know what will be in the mezzanine of the wall.

Bang bang bang......

As I hesitated, the thumping sound reached my ears from the depths of the cavern. No matter how dull my hearing was, I could still hear it coming from the far end of the cavern.

I was indeed a little scared, but the thirst for the secret recorded in the diary invisibly drowned out the panic in my heart. In any case, I'm going to dig out the secrets here.

I walked slowly towards the deepest cavern. After walking a few meters, the thud came again, this time leading me to the specific source, the hole in the earth where the diary had been found.

I re-entered the dirt cave, and when I walked in, the thud stopped. Because the sound has always been ethereal, locking on the specific source is already the limit of my senses, and after walking in, I can't tell which wall the thumping sound is coming from.

I can only try little by little, I take the shovel and hit the wall in turn, if the wall does have a mezzanine, then the sound of the shovel hitting it must be different from other places.

After beating like this for a while, the shovel made a strange noise on one of the walls.

I quickly used a shovel to dig gently into the soil on the wall, and the soil was very dry, and the debris fell downward. I dug twice, and I immediately sensed that something was wrong. The general loess layer is upright, but the soil on this wall is obviously mixed into mud by mixing dry soil with water, and then pasting it onto the wall.

After drying and hardening, a large patch of mud was shoveled off, and immediately, about two square meters of wall skin, there were traces of cement smearing. I immediately ran back and asked the king to hand me the hammer and chisel.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Lao Wang was bored outside, and lazily handed me the tools: "Are you really going to live here permanently?" ”

"I'm busy, I'll talk about it when I'm free."

I grabbed my tools and went back to where I came and began to chisel the concrete-plastered wall. The dry cement is also very strong, but it is small compared to the triple soil. I tried all my strength to knock on it for ten minutes, and the wall collapsed into it.

Sure enough, this wall was hollow, and all the collapsed walls fell into it.

There was a cloud of dust in the hole, and I couldn't breathe. I covered my nose and stepped back, waiting for the dust to clear before walking over.

In the wall, there is a hole that has been dug out, and the dust has not completely dissipated, and the size of the hole cannot be seen when the flashlight shines into it. But, through the slowly suspended dust, I saw a clump of fluffy stuff.

I pulled it with a shovel and my eyes were irritated. The clump of fluffy stuff was the corpses of rotten animals, possibly badgers, and weasels.

The corpses were layered on top of each other, and the remains of snakes coiled in a circle were also interspersed. Although this hole is closed, it can't prevent these little things from burrowing in.

The carcasses of dozens of various animals were densely packed together, and after they burrowed in, they couldn't get out again, and they all died here.

I felt a little hairy in my heart, and I felt more and more uncomfortable when I thought about the thud I had just heard. These animals must have died unnaturally, they are not stupid, and if they feel the danger in getting in, they will definitely retreat in time. Many animals have much stronger senses and reflexes than humans.

However, none of the animals escaped.

What's in the mezzanine behind this earthen wall? I believe that there must be something. Moreover, it was the contents of the earthen walls that killed all these messy wild creatures.

A creepy feeling immediately emerged from my mind and quickly spread throughout my body. I can feel that this mezzanine is not too big, but in this square inch, it seems to be full of unspeakable fear.

It's an extremely unsettling feeling, but the idea of exploring the secret is like a hook that hooks me so hard that it's impossible to turn back.

At this point, even if I could go back, I wouldn't go back.

I forced myself to calm down, and when the dust settled, I carefully stretched out the shovel and gently pulled it.

After I peeled off dozens of messy furs, the shovel touched underneath and made a tuk-tuk sound. If I'm not mistaken, I might have hit a plank or something.

Sure enough, when the dust and floating soil are cleaned up, you can see a wooden board shed in the mezzanine, and the wood board is painted, not too thin and not too thick.

Immediately, I noticed that the plank seemed to be part of a coffin that had been torn down.

In the past, the fourth uncle in our village was a carpenter, but he didn't make coffins, and if the village did nothing, he would go to another carpenter in the neighboring village to buy it. When I was young, I was idle, and I went to the neighboring village with the children in the village to see it. According to the custom of our hometown, the word longevity on the coffin is generally not on the feet, but on the lid of the coffin.

This plank is obviously a coffin lid.

I'm still hairy in my heart, but now I've reached the point where it's hard to ride a tiger. I made the hole in the wall a little bigger, and then dragged the lid out with all my might.

Under the lid of the coffin, there was a dismantled coffin, and when this hole was closed at that time, the coffin must not be able to be transported, so it was dismantled and stuffed into the hole in the wall.

The only function of the coffin is to pretend to be dead. There is a coffin here, is it used to hold the dead?

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt so flustered, as if I had malaria, and my whole body was trembling. But even so, I didn't mean to back down, I gritted my teeth, and slowly dragged the dismantled coffins out of the mezzanine.

As soon as these miscellaneous planks and wooden blocks were dragged out, a cloud of dust was raised. I shone my flashlight inside, and in the light, I saw something white beneath the drifting dust.

I was already a little nervous, but when I saw this white thing, the hairs on my body stood on end.

It was like a cocoon, white, a huge cocoon.