Taking a deep breath, I patiently patted around the floor, and then to the wall, where at last a stone brick recessed, and then the floor in front of me began to retract into the wall, revealing a black hole in its place.

"It's really a secret way!" I thought to myself.

It was dark down there, and I couldn't see my fingers, so I turned my elbow and moved my phone over, and saw that it was a stone brick passage, and the blue wall tiles were layered on top of each other. I walked down the stairs a little bit in the darkness to the bottom of the chamber, which was a circular fortress-like brick chamber that looked like a bulging burial mound.

Inside the brick room there were three huge bookshelves, and there was nothing above them. In the middle is a wooden table with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I walked around and saw that the wooden table was empty, and the drawers were all open, and there was nothing in them.

It looks like it's completely empty, and someone has emptied the place.

I held up my phone and looked around, thinking I might find something more. Unfortunately, the place is so big, I can see everything I can see, and I can only go home.

Got out of the house, and suddenly a figure flashed out, it was the aunt before, she looked me up and down, as if looking at a ghost, and asked me what I saw in the house, and I said nothing.

She said no, the house was haunted, and I saw a ghost fire coming out of it on a thunderous night the other day!

Immediately relieved, I thought she would tell the trespasser? It turned out that I was worried that I would be taken by a ghost. I didn't answer her much at the time, just nodded and said thank you for her kindness, I won't rush in next time.

But when the aunt looked at my contemptuous expression, she knew that I was a bold and unbelieving young man, and as an elder, she even felt that I had been educated by the whole school, so she lowered her head and whispered in my ear: "I tell you, young man, I saw a few 'things' dressed in black come out of that room and carry a coffin out of that room. She gestured as she spoke, "Boxy." ”

"Boxy? Are you sure it's not a box but a coffin? "I was inexplicably frightened by this ghostly aunt.

"There's a newspaper under the coffin, do you think it's a box or a coffin?"

Newspaper under the coffin, is the custom of our generation to bury, generally speaking, after digging the pit, a layer of newspaper is placed under the pit, this newspaper must be the newspaper of the deceased's death, saying what makes the deceased Huangquan Road can have a pastime, in fact, it is nothing more than the books read by his own family. Our generation is proud of reading, there is a lot of comparison, in the early years of the pad are the kind of ancient books encapsulated by wires, and later found that the ancient books can be sold for money, then changed to the newspaper, this newspaper is cheap, thick pad full of layer, I don't know that in those waste paper factories bought, over time the ancestors left a little customs are gone.

But I didn't believe my aunt's statement, and wondered if they would be blown away by the wind when they were transporting the materials? I immediately asked my aunt where the newspaper was now. I'm going to find out, I'm a little curious, what exactly are the Hu family looking for? What kind of bookcases do you need to prepare for in the room?

"Wow!" The aunt pointed to the ditch by the river.

The land in the village is usually swept with snow in front of the door, and even if it is dirty, it will not be taken care of, so it is not uncommon for some garbage from a few days ago to be piled up by the river.

I pinched my nose and walked over, and the pile of garbage was soaked and soaked by the rain, and the daily necessities that had been placed for a few days were full of rancid and pickled smells, and they drilled into my nostrils through the cracks.

I sneezed for no apparent reason, took a breath, felt a gasp in my stomach, and pinched my nose tighter again.

I found a stick from the side of the road, and flicked it back and forth, and suddenly a corner of an old newspaper was revealed, so many days have passed, and it has been exposed to the wind and sun, and the newspaper has long been shattered, I thought to myself if I could find a corner, but I didn't expect that there was really a residue.

I took out my phone and took a picture to take a closer look.

"Erenhot Daily, October 2015."

Erenhot? I checked Baidu on my mobile phone and found that it was a county-level city in Inner Mongolia.

"How could the Hu family go to the newspapers of such a place?"

With curiosity, I returned home and began to look up a lot of information about the Erenhot Daily on the Internet. But after looking for a long time, there is no news about this at all, just that this newspaper stopped publishing in 17 years and changed to other businesses.

I had no choice but to find Menyuebin, and then told him the clues I found, and told him to help me find this issue of the newspaper, we need to know what the Hu family is looking for.

Men Yuebin smiled on the other end of the phone: "Damn, this kind of thing will only think of brother?" When my brother sent you money, I didn't see you having a good face. ”

I said it, you hurry up, it's my brother, I'm begging you.

"Hey, hey. Nacheng, you recognize me as a brother, my brother can't help you, in this way, I will go to a friend in Inner Mongolia to see if there is a newspaper in the library, if there is any, I will ask him to scan a copy and send it over. ”

I said okay, thanks.

But just when I hung up the phone, the door over there was a mouthful: "By the way, I remembered one thing, this Erenhot, he is the national border between China and Mongolia, that is, where the country is located, and after Erenhot is Mongolia, if the historians speculate correctly, it is the location of the ghost country!" ”

I hung up the phone with a hum, thinking to myself that Gu Yelang really had something to do with the ghost country? And this is a ghost country again? The Sacred Tree Again? It almost involves the myth of antiquity, what is the Hu family looking for? And how much do the Yoro people know about the secrets of mythology?

When I got home, I cleaned up and prepared to go to the hospital for a lung test, which was what Menyue Bin reminded me when he came over yesterday, saying that when we entered that kind of place, it was inevitable that unclean dust would be inhaled into the chest cavity, so it was best to do a check-up and then wash the lungs.

Although a few months have passed, I still care about my health, and I thought it would be fine, so I went to the hospital.

In this way, for the next week, my life seemed to be back on track, and I still commuted to and from work as usual, sitting in the store and chatting with passers-by. Except, of course, when I wash my face every night, because I hold a palm of water and look up at the scarred face in the mirror, I think of that experience a few months ago.

When I collapsed in bed and couldn't sleep, I wondered if it would be the last adventure of my life.

However, on a weekend morning, there was a knock on my door, and I walked out in my shorts and slippers to show him the door. By the way, I glanced at the time, 6 o'clock in the morning,, crazy, this guy.

As soon as he entered the door, he looked very excited, holding three or four A4 sheets of paper in his hand.

"I found the newspaper, the October 2015 issue, and I flipped through it." As he spoke, he put the fax picture printed out on A4 paper in front of my eyes, "Look, there is a whole page here that describes the news of the Sino-Japanese joint expedition to find the ghost country." ”

Is it really a ghost country?

I thought to myself and took the fax of the color type, and saw that it was a full page with a group photo of more than a dozen people in the middle.

"Why a Sino-Japanese joint expedition?"

"The Japanese pay for it, the Chinese contribute it, anyway, it's not in China, you see that the place where they take a group photo is next to the gate of the country, and after that, it is the Sino-Mongolian border."

I stared at the scan, and suddenly I noticed that the man in the middle of the first row of the photograph was familiar, wearing a pair of round-rimmed metal glasses and a straight head.

"Tell your friend, take that newspaper picture with your phone and face it at the man in the middle." I pointed to the photo and said to Menkoshibin.

Menyue was stunned for a moment, although he didn't have a solution, but he still made a phone call, and after a while, the photo was sent.

I looked at the man in the photo, rubbed my eyes, and after confirming it again, I said, "This is my dad!" ”