A week later, Jin Yang suddenly received a letter from a child on the street, he handed the letter to Jin Yang, and left in a hurry. The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Jinyang asked him who sent it, and he said it was an old man.

The envelope was new, and when I opened it, the contents of the letter inside were very old, as if it was from a few years ago, and the handwriting was a little blurry.

There was only one sentence on the letter: "Open the iron box, there is its own secret." ”

This sentence caught people off guard, and what was even more shocking was that the content was in their own handwriting.

The handwriting on the envelope is grandfather's, there is no doubt that the content of the letter was written by himself before, and the person who sent the letter should be grandfather.

I just don't know when I wrote this letter, and this letter was obviously written to myself.

Fortunately, he was about to open the iron box. Not only did his grandfather ask him to do this, but he also had this will, and he became more curious about the contents of the iron box.

Jin Mantang asked on the side, "Are you really going to go?" ”

Jin Yang was stunned: "Why don't you go?" This letter was sent to me by my grandfather, and the contents of the letter were written to me by me. ”

Jin Mantang blinked: "Why do I feel that this matter is so strange, you have written a letter to you, do you have any impression?" ”

Jin Yang shook his head: "It's a little impressive, but I'm sure that I did write it, but I can't remember it." ”

"Show me the letter." Jin Mantang stretched out his hand, Jin Yang handed him the letter, he opened it, took a closer look, and suddenly, his brows furrowed, "I seem to have seen this letter, but I never know, where I saw it." ”

"Are you suspecting that I didn't write this letter? Is it my handwriting copied by someone else? ”

Jin Mantang shook his head: "It's not for this reason, if you want to copy your handwriting, it's not possible, this letter is indeed written by you to yourself." I just have a feeling that I seem to be right there for you when you write this letter. It can be said that we went through it all together, and we forgot. ”

"You're right, it's the same as a crack in our cervical vertebrae, so I feel like we have to follow the instructions on this letter to find out the truth of the matter."

Jin Mantang asked, "Then when are you going?" Tong Xiangyu didn't seem to kill Yan San, so she vowed not to give up. But we don't have that much time to help her do that. And it's a very risky thing for us. ”

Jin Yang nodded thoughtfully: "I can understand her thoughts, if my mother suffers the same misfortune, and I have witnessed all this, I must also think about revenge." It's just that we may have to think about her in the long run. ”

"Don't fix those useless things, what now? To go or to stay? ”

Jin Yang thought carefully for a while before he spoke: "If you stay, she is very likely to tell us and tell us to do our own things, in that case, it will be us who will be at fault, and we will not be able to get over it on our conscience." If she doesn't let us go, there's nothing we can do. We still managed to sneak away and leave her a letter. ”

So, Jin Yang wrote a letter to Tong Xiangyu and handed it to a child, asking the child to hand over the letter to Tong Xiangyu a week later. Otherwise, once Tong Xiangyu receives this letter soon, it is very likely that she will not let them go.

Attention was decided, and they set off to Mawei Mountain in Changsha. It was July, and it was very hot, as if there were signs of rain.

Mawei Mountain is still the same scenery, but it is sparsely populated, and the surrounding area is also a lot dilapidated. There are many messy footprints in the apricot forest, and the weeds in the forest are completely destroyed.

At this time, the apricots were almost ripe, and as they expected, the apricots here were all picked by the Dongying people, and the crops in the fields were also in a mess.

At the west end of the village, at the house of the second uncle.

In Jin Yang's impression, this old house was spacious and bright, but now it seems that it has become a ruined wall and full of desolation.

There was a lock hanging on the door, rusty, only the rust was scraped off inside the keyhole, could anyone have come in?

Jin Yang pulled the lock lightly and opened it by himself, which saved a lot of effort.

As soon as he entered the house, he smelled an old smell, but Jin Yang felt that this was the smell of his childhood, and it was not unpleasant.

Jin Yang remembered that the iron box was placed in the second drawer against the wall, and when he opened it, there was indeed the iron box lying inside, as well as a dagger and a note.

Jin Yang was stunned at first, and looked at Jin Mantang suspiciously. The iron box was in the drawer, and he was not stunned, but what made him wonder how there was a dagger and a note in it.

"Second uncle, have you touched this drawer?" Jin Yang asked.

"No, I didn't even know there was an iron box in it." Jin Mantang shook his head.

Jin Yang picked up the note and looked at it: "Second uncle, the handwriting on it is still grandpa's." ”

"There's such a thing? Take a look at what is written on it? ”

"Please take this dagger and cut off one of your thumbs, my good grandson."

Jin Yang read it word by word, the expression on his face gradually became solemn, listening to this tone, it should be written by grandpa.

How could there be such a thing? Jin Yangxin said, Golden Abacus, Golden Abacus, I'm your own grandson, don't you need to treat me like this, right?

Jin Mantang was also confused, and muttered to himself: "Old man Jin, should I also be picked up by you?" ”

I saw that there was a line on the reverse side of the note, which read: "If you don't do what I do, you won't be able to find the truth of the matter." ”

At first, Jin Yang thought that this was a prank given to him by his grandfather, but when he saw the words on the opposite side, he was a little convinced. The handwriting on it is indeed grandpa's, and it can't be faked.

"Was Grandpa forced to write like this?"

Jin Yang told Jin Mantang about this doubt, and Jin Mantang carefully identified it: "It's not like this, if it is forced, the handwriting will not be so calm, I think this is his old man's intention." ”

"You mean, I'm going to cut off one of my thumbs with this dagger?"

Jin Mantang nodded at him slowly, his face becoming more and more cold: "It seems that this is indeed the case, if you want to find the truth of the matter, you may have to suffer a little." ”

"But if I did do that, wouldn't I have taken the note somewhere else and said I didn't cut it?" Jin Yang's brows couldn't help frowning.

Jin Mantang thought about it carefully: "I don't know, but the note says it so clearly, this is the only way." ”

"You're still not my second uncle, since you want me to cut off my thumb with a dagger, how can you bear it?" Jin Yang felt that he was too unreliable.