I finished reading the letter and folded it and put it in my pocket. Then he looked at Zhu Ye for a long time and didn't say a word. Zhu Ye asked first: "I believe that the things that should be said in the letter should be fully explained." What was your final decision? ”

"Let me think again." I said. "How did you get together with my third uncle?"

"Didn't the letter say it?"

I nodded. Zhu Ye continued: "That's what your third uncle thinks you shouldn't know. Although your third uncle saved my life at the beginning. But I don't think that your third uncle and I will be friends in life and death. We're just working with each other to find out what we want to know. So don't expect too much from me. If you sacrifice you, you can get back something I want to know. I will not hesitate to sacrifice you. Zhu Ye said these words very calmly and relaxedly, and you couldn't see the slightest change in mood from his corroded face. Such a person who can put his purpose together. In a sense, it is more trustworthy than those who are in favor of the yin. Because with him, you may know that you are in danger, and he will choose not to rescue. But you know that in some special event he will sacrifice you. And don't worry about someone shooting a black gun in the back at any time.

"It doesn't seem to have much to do with me. I don't have to take any chances. You can go to someone else to work with you to investigate the matter. "I tested Zhu Ye's bottom line.

Who knew that Zhu Ye stood up and was about to leave, and I didn't react to Zhu Ye's actions at all. After reacting, Zhu Ye had already arrived at the door. He put his hand on the lock and turned to me and said, "After you think about it." Come back to me. ”

"Where will I find you after I think about it?" I know that asking Zhu Ye to stay now is the stupidest thing to do. Just replied to him.

"You tear open the envelope I wrote to you. Inside I left you the address. Then you write to me at the address, and I will know. "After that, he twisted the lock and left my house.

When he left, I tore open the envelope, and there was indeed an address inside. Just written with a faint shallow pen. Even if you point the envelope at the light, you can't tell that there are words written inside. When I saw it, the address was actually a place in Xinjiang. Specific address: No. 78, East Street, Putiereke Town, Jimunai County, Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region.

I think this Zhu Ye seems to be really an old antique, what age is this still writing letters. Wouldn't it be all for me to give me a call? I'll give you a call if there's anything. If there's something going on so far. The letter was over before it reached me. Oh, no. Zhu Ye left me the address in the envelope, didn't the third uncle leave me anything in the letter?

Thinking of this, I took out the third uncle's letter and read it carefully and carefully several times. Indeed, there is nothing special except the contents of the letter. There was nothing written in the envelope either. Could it be that the third uncle wrote me this letter just to express the meaning of the letter? Or is there one, but I don't see it? I played with the envelope over and over again, looking at the letters on the table. I always thought the letter was weird. But I can't say what is strange for a while.

Faith, faith, faith. The third uncle is really illiterate. The letter is mentioned in some places where it should not be mentioned. The sentence is broken where it shouldn't be. If you use the text format taught by the middle school teacher, you will be scored. The format of the letter is definitely not up to par. According to the way the third uncle breaks the sentence. Although it will not be read out of other meanings. But it can make some words very lame.

Format? Format? The blame for this letter is on the format. The third uncle's way of writing may have been hidden from those who were familiar with his way of writing. But for me, who has never seen the third uncle's handwriting again. These are exactly the places that will catch my attention. That is, the person that the third uncle has to watch out for is the person who helps him to deliver the message. This person is Zhu Ye. Zhu Ye and the third uncle have been together for so many years, and they have long been accustomed to the habit of the third uncle writing. There will be no doubts about the format of the letter. Even if Zhu Ye opened the letter and saw the contents inside. will only get the written information from the third uncle. And this information may be known to Zhu Ye. Or maybe it wasn't important to him, but it had to be a message to me.

Thinking of this, I quickly looked at the broken sentences on the letter. But the number of words in the broken sentence is hundreds of words, and I can't figure it out at all. Combine these hundreds of words into a sentence with a coherent tone, let alone a few hundred sentences. But which sentence did my third uncle want to convey to me?

So I chose a stupid approach. I extract one word from one line and one word from the next line to form the complete meaning. I'll make up a sentence, and I'll write it on paper. Then judge which sentence is like what the third uncle wants to express to me.

After a few hours of sentence formation, not even a third of the work was completed. But I'm starting to feel a little dizzy, feeling sick. I rubbed my temples to give myself a pick-me-up. Then let's take a look at the sentences I've put together. When I read it, I wanted to slap myself twice. How could I have come up with such a clumsy solution. And none of these sentences seem to be what the third uncle wants to express to me.

I felt a little discouraged, and thought to myself, third uncle, why do you think so highly of your nephew. I can't crack the information you gave. Thinking about it, I lay down on the couch and stretched. With his hand, he knocked the envelope on the coffee table to the ground. I picked up the envelope and held it up to the ceiling. Look at the address written on the envelope. Zip code 638609. The 9 was written incorrectly at the beginning, and it was written as a 7. It was crossed out by the third uncle and re-written with a 9. This is the recipient's zip code. That's my zip code. Then my address and my name.

The following is the sender's address, the address is Nanchong. Then there is the name of the third uncle. Finally, there is the zip code 6370000.

I read the contents of the envelope as I read it. I jerked up from the couch. I thought of the message that the third uncle left me.

Since the third uncle asked Zhu Ye to send me a message. Why write the sender's address on the envelope? Is it because I am afraid that Zhu Ye will not know or forget. He deliberately misspelled a number on the first line of the zip code, that is, the words he wanted to convey were seven words. And write one more number in the zip code below. Both places look like clerical errors. Not very noticeable.

I took a look at the zip code. The sixth character of the sixth line is old, the third character of the third line is home, and the seventh character of the eighth line is a place. The last word on the sixth line is a lower (the code of zero in the password is the last meaning). The last word in the last line is yes. The last word in the seventh line is east. The last word in the ninth line is west. Connected to it, there is something underground in the hometown.

I jumped with excitement, the third uncle is really smart, even if Zhu Ye knows that this is the password on the corresponding letter, he can't crack the content of the letter. It is necessary to correspond to the wrong sentence of the third uncle to know the true meaning of the letter.

There's something underneath my hometown. The third uncle hid his last secret underground in his hometown? My hometown is actually a large tiled house built on a homestead in the countryside. Later, after my father and his brothers got married, they all moved to the street one after another. Now my grandmother lives in that house. The third uncle has not returned home since he was kicked out of the house. But no one has touched the third uncle's house.

Thinking of this, I looked and saw that the time was half past two in the morning. Sleep first and go to your hometown tomorrow. The underground that the third uncle said may be outside the yard. Anyway, let's go back and have a look. So I washed up and fell asleep on the bed.

It may really be that Uncle Pai's letter took a lot of brains. I slept until almost eleven o'clock. I hurriedly got up and washed up. I took an apple and nibbled on it and went to my hometown. After walking for about half an hour, I arrived at my hometown's house. There are a total of six tiled houses in the old house, and one room for the five brothers of grandpa and father. A fence was built at the back of the house, separating the back into a large courtyard. The courtyards are divided with bricks according to the size of the house. So they can go from their rooms to the backyard. But you can't go into other people's yards. This can be regarded as the privacy between brothers.

When my grandfather passed away, I set off the crumbs of firecrackers before I had time to clean them up. I took a stick and stabbed here and there in front of and behind the old house. And nothing was found. Could it be that the third uncle really hid things in the ground of his house.

"Isn't this the eldest grandson of the Yi family? What are you looking for? "I heard someone talking, and I turned my head to look. It was the old man Liu from the village, who was carrying a hoe and a dry tobacco in his hand, and looked at me. He also came when Grandpa passed away. So I still have a bit of an image.

"Oh, it's Uncle Liu. Something was lost two days ago. I'll come back and see if I've lost it here. I said hurriedly.

"Oh. Did you find it? Old man Liu asked. I found it and went to sit at home. It's time to eat at noon. ”

"No need. I'll look for it again. I really can't find it, forget it. I'll stop going for a while. Thank you, Uncle Liu. I smiled at him.

"Your grandfather is a good man. You played chess with me two days ago. Just go. I can't find anyone who plays chess now. Then I'll go back first. You remember to come and sit. So saying, he picked up his hoe and left.

I looked around again. No entrances were found. It must be inside the third uncle's house. There are many people during the day, so I have to wait for the evening to come back and go in over the wall to have a look.

Coming out of my hometown, I wandered around the streets. I finally managed to get the time into the evening. I bought a flashlight on the street. Then he came to the house of his hometown. It's early in the night. It was just seven o'clock and it was completely dark.

I risked my waist and tumbled into the backyard. I felt my way to the door in the backyard. Because the third uncle has not been home for more than ten years. The doors and windows were covered with a thick layer of dust. I tried pushing the door and found it locked from the inside. There is no lock on the door, it should be a deadbolt. I picked up a brick on the ground and smashed the glass from the window. Reach in and pull the deadbolt open.

The room was about fifty square meters, and it was pitch black. There are no street lights in the countryside. So the house appears darker. I turned on my flashlight to see around. In addition to a thick layer of dust in the room. Everything else hasn't changed as much as it did a decade ago.

I used to feel very cordial when I went home, and I didn't know if I was a thief or something. An inexplicable fear arose from my heart. I felt a chill shiver in my back. I took a deep breath and said to myself several times. This is my own home, this is my own home. The mood slowly calmed down.

I looked around and thought about where to start, and the house was very simple. A single bed with the quilt not yet folded. It was as if the third uncle had just left. There is a desk next to the bed. There was a thick layer of dust on the desk, and on the table lay a few books and a few pieces of letterhead. That's when I noticed a notebook-sized dust mark on the table. There used to be a notebook here, but it was taken away. I stepped forward and touched the dust off the print. It's thin. That is, not long ago, someone entered the third uncle's house. Also took things. Is the person who came to get the things the third uncle himself? What was written in the book you took away? It's already been taken away anyway, and it doesn't matter how you think about it.

I continued to look down. On the other wall is a large wardrobe. It's the old-fashioned wardrobe that used to be at home. There is also a mirror on the wardrobe. It's also covered with dust, and no one can be seen at all.

I opened the wardrobe first and rummaged through, and there was nothing else in it except for some old clothes from the third uncle's past. I went through the pockets of every piece of clothing. Nothing was found, except for a few food stamps.

I walked over to the desk again and opened the books on the desk one by one to see if there was anything else in them. After rummaging through the books, I opened the drawer again. Except for an electrician's tool, there was only a pile of candles left. Were there frequent power outages before? The third uncle prepared so many candles. I grabbed a few in my pocket.

I rummaged through the wardrobe and desk and found nothing of value. I went to the bed again, pulled the quilt off the bed and threw it on the floor. Then he lifted the sheet again and saw that there was nothing underneath.

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