The handwriting was blurry, so I turned on the ceiling light in the room, flicked it out, and saw the following.

I saw that the first line of the blood word was a row of numbers, from 1 to 7.

The second line is a string of words written underneath the numbers. I read it several times, and I imagined it in my head, but I never understood the meaning, and I just subconsciously remembered it. It is written: Door, Reconstruction, Yin and Yang, Separation of Flesh, Time Lag, Third Eye, and Transformation of All Things.

The person who wrote these contents also deliberately drew a circle on the word "reconstruction", and I don't know what the intention is.

The last line is a sentence, which should be a message for someone, which reads: Be careful, if you see me inside, don't show mercy, you will kill me!

After reading this, I was even more confused.

What the first two lines mean is left unnoticed. In the last line of the message, why did the writer deliberately confess to others and kill "himself"?

I put down the map and thought hard, under what circumstances would ordinary people let others kill themselves? 1. This person is seriously ill and in great pain and wants to be euthanized.

2. This person may have a psychotic attack at any time, unable to control his behavior, and needs to borrow someone else's hand to stop himself.

3……

I couldn't think of what "3" was, and suddenly I felt a lot of headaches.

I sat down, pulled a slice of gum out of my bag and put it in my mouth. I've been quitting smoking for more than half a year in order to chase my girlfriend...... No, plus the four months that passed for no reason, it should be almost a year. Originally, I didn't have a big addiction to smoking, and if I wasn't particularly upset, my mouth wouldn't be so lonely.

I closed my eyes, the incandescent light above my head shining on my face, and my eyelids were full of colorful spots of light. Slowly, a lot of things came to mind. I automatically blocked out the things that didn't matter for the time being, leaving some of the most important questions, thinking about it, but never finding a reasonable explanation.

Then I started to get bored.

I asked myself why I had to think about all this—Turimen, Nuwa's intestines, the corpse of the forest woman, the cloth bag, the dragon fetus...... Whatever it is! I've come out of that "door" and life is finally back to normal, why should I force myself to ponder those unsolvable questions? Wouldn't it be better to forget that it's all a dream?

But then I realized that I couldn't do it, not because I was curious and like to get to the bottom of everything, but because I thought about the 16 people who disappeared......

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the heavy door. I looked up and saw that the old man had returned. He carried a plastic bag containing a bloody mess of flesh and blood. When I looked at it, I saw two fresh crucian carp and a plucked pigeon.

"Yo, grandpa, are you going to make crucian carp soup for me to milk?"

Hearing my voice in the courtyard, the old man glanced at me in surprise, probably because he didn't expect me to be discharged from the hospital without taking his own initiative, and his face suddenly looked ugly.

"Bastard, he'll give you a wound!"

The old man didn't ask much, cursed, and turned into the kitchen.

Whenever this happens, I feel that I am very unfilial. From childhood to adulthood, my grandfather cooked for me. I don't know how to cook, I can't cook anything except instant noodles and eggs. Before, I had considered finding a daughter-in-law to come back so that the old man could be completely freed, but now it seems that there is no hope. Well, there has been no news for four months, and even a girl can't bear this.

After a trip, the job and the girl are gone. It's like a world away......

The old man cooked, and the sky was already blackened.

The fish soup and the pigeon are still simmering in the pot. On the table was a plate of peanuts and a few small stir-fried dishes. A meal cooked by an old man, do I still have the face to pick? It's okay to eat.

Putting the dishes and chopsticks on the table, I saw the old man pour himself a glass of rice wine. I asked, what about mine?

The old man glared at me and said fiercely, "Do you want to hang salt water for a few more days?" ”

I said it's okay, I'll just have a drink, and it's not interesting for you to drink alone.

The old man was silent for a long time, and finally frowned, but still took out the wine glass and filled it for me.

As soon as the glass touched, I drank it all.

I asked him if he knew where I had been in the past four months. The old man sighed and did not answer. I said that now you don't have to hide it, my parents and them, did they also enter the "door" like me? The old man still didn't speak.

"What are they going to do? Is it also for Jing Lianhong's gold pit? I asked, "Do they know that there is a danger in that door?" The conditions at home were not bad before, so why take the risk to find some treasure? It's okay now, I can't come back, but it's hurt my grandfather and grandson, isn't it? One day in the future, your old man will drive to the west, I will be completely orphaned, I have to do your funeral by myself, not to mention, when I get married, the wedding scene, the guests see, the man's family has not come, where do I put my face?

What's more, I can't collect all the gifts from my aunts and uncles, so it's at least tens of thousands! Who am I crying to? Not to mention that in the future, there will be a full moon for the child, a full moon for the second child, and a full moon for the third child. …… Don't be silent, don't you say that's the truth? ”

I saw that the old man's face was blue and white at what I said, and I thought that I was almost about to force out the truth. I saw him sigh deeply and look at me.

"Yoko, the problem is not as simple as you think, do you know that many things are helpless?" The old man said meaningfully, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore......

I quickly seized the opportunity to ask him, why do you say that?

He asked me inexplicably: "Do you know why your grandmother loved you so much back then?" ”

I replied yes, because I was raised by you and my grandmother.

He asked me again: "Then do you know why, as parents, your grandmother and I only helped your parents raise you, but did not help your other uncles and aunts take care of your children?" ”

I replied that I did, because I was the only one among my grandchildren, and the other aunts and uncles had no children.

When the old man heard this, he shook his finger and made a "NO, NO, NO" expression: "Wrong!" Of course they had children, but they all died. You are the only one who survives among your grandchildren! ”

"What's going on?"

"It's a long story, you should know Jing Lianhong, and this matter has to start with him." The old man said unhurriedly. With his words, slowly, I learned some secrets that our Jing family had never talked about publicly.

It turned out that when Jing Lianhong was old, he had a strange disease, which would stiffen his whole body and his limbs as hard as a rock, and eventually he died.

After Jing Lianhong died, this disease began to spread in our Jing family. Every few generations, a newborn child of the Jing family will suffer from this disease and die.

This disease is very strange, only our family can get it, even now that medicine is so advanced, we can't find out the cause. There is no rule of law, it is basically a terminal disease, and this disease has been passed on for hundreds of years. Especially in the past few decades, this disease has become even more ferocious, except for me, the Jing family is basically the last.

After giving birth to me, my mother was worried that I would get this family genetic disease, so when she stayed in the school research room, she was always studying the diagnosis and treatment of this disease. Later, my aunt's children died, as did my uncle's two children...... The Jing family fell into a huge panic for a while.

In the end, in order to change this situation, they collectively made a bold decision - they decided to go to the "Tulimen" to find a cure for this disease!

It dawned on me when I heard this, but then I felt that something was wrong. I said, isn't that right? How did they know that there was a cure in Turimen? And these 16 people would rather believe in this myth and legend than in science...... This doesn't make sense! What's more, after all, it's not a trip abroad, risking your life to enter the door, in case the news is wrong, isn't it blind?

"Don't ask any more questions, there must have been a reason why they had to believe it at the time, and ...... There must be no mistake either! The old man was determined. I see that he is very persistent, and I have indeed seen the mysteries of this inner world myself, so I don't bother with it anymore.

"So, what exactly is the cure?" As I spoke, something suddenly occurred to me and I asked, "Is it the 'dragon fetus'?" ”

Xiao Rong once said that the dragon fetus is a medicine, does it happen to be the cure that my parents are looking for?

"What dragon fetus?" When the old man heard this, he shook his head indifferently, "You wait." ”

The old man turned around and walked back to the back room, and not long after, he came out with something. When I saw it, it was a notepad, and it seemed to have something in it, and it looked bulging.

"It's something your mom left behind, take a look." The old man handed me the notepad. As soon as I heard that it was my mother's thing, I was so nervous that I swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, took the book with both hands, and opened it cautiously. I saw a yellowed piece of rice paper sandwiched inside. The old man said that it was the "trek" that Jing Lianhong's descendants did for "Tulimen".

I took a look, and I had already learned a lot about the contents from the man before, such as the life of Jing Lianhong, the overview of the ancient city of Xuanyuan in Tulimen, how to open the door with the blood of the Jing family, and so on......

"Look here." The old man pointed to a place on the rice paper, I looked along, there was a line of words, because it was an ancient text, I didn't particularly understand the meaning, but I could guess one or two, it was true: Jing Lianhong entered and exited the Tuli Gate four times that year, and the last time, he once moved a whole garden into the door. The garden is called "Mizi Garden". And all the mysteries and unsolved things can be found in that garden.

"...... this?" I was confused and looked at the old man with puzzled eyes.

Isn't Mizi Garden the name of my old house? Why is there a place called Mizi Garden in this "gate"? Could it be that the name of my old house is taken from this "Ba"?

Forget it, it doesn't matter what.

"Yoko," the old man said, shaking his head with guilt on his face, "Your parents originally planned to go to the millet garden, but now their life and death are uncertain...... How do I ...... Why didn't I stop them? I obviously wanted to stop it at the time, but in the end, why did I ...... "The old man held his head uncomfortably, he always thought that the failed decisions of the 16 people back then were his own fault, and every time he said this, he was always very sad.

Looking at the old man's appearance, I didn't know what to say, so I had to comfort him awkwardly on the side.

After folding the rice paper, I carefully put it back into the notepad, and at this moment, a photo in the notepad fell out, and I subconsciously picked it up to take a look...... Just at this glance, I felt my whole body shiver as if it had been electrified, and I couldn't help but gasp.

"This ...... This person! I hurriedly handed the photo to the old man, "Who is this person?" ”

I saw that the photo was a photo of my mother and three other people, and the background seemed to be in an office somewhere.

I recognized one of them!

It's Daito!