I run a pawnshop in Chengdu Xianqiao antique market, mainly engaged in antique jade pawns, three religions and nine streams in the lower nine streams, this line of food is all based on a pair of eyes to eat, in addition to there must be a mouth that can say the dead alive, fake to say true, really said expensive, this bite of food is eaten.

This line of work for a long time, how much also a little famous, although not a lot of wealth but also food and clothing, friends in the circle like to come to me to sit here in their spare time, the most talked about is the story behind these antiques, people in the industry understand that every antique has to have a story, especially dug out of the ground, but where there is a little origin the price will increase several times.

If you don't have a background, you have to make one, I always like to bring a cup of tea and listen to them chatting next to me every day, all kinds of strange and bizarre things, and the friends sitting around will always hand over a cigarette when they say that they are up.

You're well-informed, why don't you also say one for everyone to hear......

I always wave my hand and smile without saying a word, but I don't know that the most taboo in this industry is to listen to stories, the more stories of antiques are fake, eat this bowl of rice, I have done the thing of bullying and stealing customers, and I have done the hook of plucking the feathers of the goose and plucking the goose, since it is to eat by the eyes, it is no wonder that I lose in the strength of the eye.

But I never make up stories about antiques to fool people.

I've experienced a lot of weird and bizarre things, and I don't think many people will believe it when I say it, the most important thing is about life and death.

My name is Gu Chaoge, and my name is taken from the fifty miles of Chaoge's night strings, and the eight hundred princes are Chaoling Mountain.

This name was given to me by my father, who said that when I was born, the world was not peaceful, and many people starved to death due to the Great Leap Forward and the Great Famine caused by the three-year natural disaster.

My father was a man of few words, and the most he said to me for as long as I can remember was.

I was raised by the dead!

My family is in the west of Sichuan near the four girls of the mountain of the Jinluo ditch, poor mountains and bad water out of the people, has always been the most famous is the banditry, the people here are strong, can have a knife and gun to solve the matter absolutely not grinding, so the head of the mountain throughout the year is always more mourning than happy events.

Father is the local Eight King Kong, don't listen to the name majestic, in fact, a little old people know, what does the Eight King Kong mean, the mountains of western Sichuan are re-buried, and there are eight people who have to carry the coffin when they die, commonly known as the Eight King Kongs.

My father always stands in the third row on the right, and according to the custom, this position is called the five ghosts to carry the coffin, which means that the dead are highly respected, and even the ghosts have to come to help carry the coffin, so my father is called Gu Wu.

When the Eight King Kongs have many benefits, each person has a whole pack of cigarettes, there are two large bowls of braised pork on the table before the funeral, one bowl more than other tables, eight people sit around a table, drink wine and eat meat under the envious gaze of everyone, and the filial son will give eight red envelopes when he is full of food and drink.

But there are many taboos in the mountains, thinking that the position of the five ghosts carrying the coffin in the Eight King Kongs is unlucky, and they will not only die but also harm future generations, so even the poorest people are not willing to do this.

When I was a child, my family was poor, and it was not easy for my father to pull me alone, so when there was a funeral, he must be a five-ghost coffin bearer who couldn't be shaken.

I haven't seen my mother since I can remember, so my father only took me when he went out, and the reputation of the five ghosts who carried the coffin was very big in the mountains of western Sichuan at that time, but all the dead would always invite my father to come over, but fortunately, people died every three or five times that year, so I almost grew up by eating the funeral banquet of the dead.

When I was buried, my father had a habit of always taking a handful of soil at the bottom of the cemetery and rubbing it in his hands, and for a long time I didn't know the meaning of my father's action.

Occasionally, when I was at home, my father would flip through a book over and over again, and the first word I could recognize was the title of that book.

into the ground eye.

Later, I learned that this book is a Northern Song Dynasty funeral book, written for hundreds of years, the secret has been for a long time, and the Yin house feng shui book is regarded as a treasure by the Kanyu family, whether it is a peddler or an emperor general, as long as it is buried according to the feng shui, you can find the location of the mausoleum by reading this book.

My father's only hobby was reading, and when I was older, I spent most of my time reading my father's collection of books, and I couldn't understand how a man who carried the coffins of the dead in the mountains could have so many books.

I've been with my father for a long time, and I can know a thing or two about the whole book that penetrates the earth, and the most strange thing for me is that among these books, there is also one that records the incision of the rivers and lakes, which is the so-called black language, and I have never understood the reason why my father read these.

I thought I would go on like this, until one evening when I was seven years old, my father, covered in blood, stumbled in from outside.

He grabbed me tightly, put a stone pendant necklace around my neck, and told me not to lose it under any circumstances.

And he took out a thing wrapped in oiled paper from the jar of the beam, and gave it to me, that I should go as far as I could from the back of the house, and never come back, and that the contents of the oiled paper must be burned.

The first time I saw my father so panicked, I was at a loss, my father yelled at me with difficulty, I was afraid to hold on to the things my father gave me and ran back up the mountain, and when I ran to the mountainside, I could just see my house from the grass.

There were three people in tunics in the courtyard, my father was dragged outside and beaten and could not stand, the person standing at the back came up and said something to my father, my father shook his head and mouthed, the man stood up and gave a thumbs up and scratched his neck.

The people standing on either side suddenly opened fire on my father, and I covered my mouth in the grass on the mountainside and watched the whole process of my father's murder with my own eyes in panic.

After killing my father, they rushed to rummage around the house, as if looking for something, and when they finally left, they set fire to the house and threw my father's body inside, I don't know if my father fulfilled the five ghosts who carried the coffin and died, and I became a homeless orphan.

I didn't go back and ran desperately along the back mountain, I didn't know where I was going, I didn't stop until late at night, I found a branch to make a fire, sat by the fire and shivered and scared and didn't dare to cry.

The grease bag that had been clinging to his arms fell to the ground, and I couldn't understand why my father was so nervous about it until the end, so I opened it with a trembling hand and found that it was a broken hardcover notebook.

It's full of dense words, most of which I know but don't know what they mean, and the sentences don't flow well, as if they were written while practicing calligraphy, and most of the pages seem to have been burned and mutilated.

But I'm pretty sure my father's handwriting, because my father is left-handed, and his writing is habitually tilted to the right, and I can't understand what is written in this notebook at all, and something falls out on the last page.

I picked it up from the ground, and it was a yellowed, mutilated photograph, half of which had been burned, and in the remaining half I was amazed to see my smiling and high-spirited father in a special military uniform, and in front of and next to him were also smiling soldiers, all dressed in white and wearing gas masks.

The background of the photo is eerie, and the whole land is charred but shining green.

I see the date in the lower right corner of the photograph, May 14, 1965, at 9:45 AM.

And below the date there was a set of numbers that I couldn't read at the time.

E41.43、N88.44

It wasn't until much later that I realized what my father had left in the notes, but unfortunately the notes were burned by me in the mountains and forests according to my father's words, which made me regret it later, and the words in the notes that I couldn't understand should have been encrypted and written in a diary.

I didn't expect my father to be a soldier, and it wasn't until I pondered over and over again that I found out that it was a set of latitude and longitude coordinates, and when I compared them on the map to get a place name, I knew why my father wrote an encrypted diary.

Lop.

In 1964, the Red Dynasty conducted a nuclear test in Lop Nur that shocked the world!

Who would have thought that a mountain man who carried the coffin of a dead man and a ghost would actually participate in the Red Dynasty's nuclear explosion experiment at Lop Nur, but I am sure that my father was involved at that time, even more secret than the nuclear explosion test.

It wasn't the one that shocked me the most, it wasn't until many years later that I realized what really spooky about this photo.

I saw the date in the photo from an old newspaper, a big news page.

…… At 10 a.m. on May 14, 1965, a Tu-16 bomber that took off from an airport in Gansu Province successfully conducted the first air-dropped nuclear explosion test against the western region at 40°N°N and 90°E......

The latitude and longitude of the father and the soldiers in the photo were taken at 9:45 a.m., and 15 minutes later they will be confronted with an atomic bomb that has been dropped only 40 meters away from them.

No one can survive the explosion in the epicenter of the explosion, and the power of nuclear fission can destroy everything around it.

My father, who had been pulling me up, should have died in a nuclear explosion on May 14, 1965 and in the photo other soldiers!

And I, on the other hand, am a man who was raised by the dead......