The name that popped up on my phone hasn't appeared on my phone for a long, long time. The moment I saw it, I thought that I wouldn't be surprised whoever had a name popping up on my phone. But this person alone was the only one I was extremely surprised.

In fact. Nor is it a name, but a title.

"Grandpa"!

The name shown on my phone is the number my grandfather used before he died. No one has beaten him since he was buried. Unexpectedly, Jingran has no downtime now.

I was pacing back and forth in the yard, talking to my heart about shit, and it seemed like I was really close to the core. I'm going in the right direction, but I still don't understand, what the hell are these people doing?

I thought about it for a moment and went ahead and dialed the number and put the phone to my ear. I don't know what I'll hear, but I'm actually looking forward to it, whatever it is, I'm looking forward to it

"Sorry, your call can't go through"

I put down my phone, my grandfather's phone must have run out of battery, and there may be some money in it, because Wu Laogou lived quite a wealthy life in his last days. My third uncle charged my grandfather's phone card, which may be enough for a few years of money once charged, so there is no downtime. However, that phone, there is definitely no one charging it.

My grandmother is not a person who is tired of love, she lived a very smart life, she was not too sad about the death of my grandfather, and I don't want to bother her now

This house was rented by my grandfather, and it was rented for nineteen years.

I don't want to dwell on the possibilities. I called the landlord again and told him that I had contacted the second landlord and that I would pay 500 dollars a month to the second landlord and to the landlord's account. The second landlord asked me to go directly to the landlord to send a certificate of his previous payment to the agent.

The landlord was very helpful, probably knowing that he could charge an extra 500 yuan a month, and quickly sent me a list of his accounts. I lit a cigarette. Climbed out of the wall. While asking his subordinates to find a few people who know how to skid, he also asked a friend from the bank to inquire about the payer of this account.

At first, my friend was very embarrassed on the phone. I said I would give him some money and told him that he only needed the sender's account before he agreed. Soon the account was sent. I typed this account number into the ATM, and soon the name of the account number popped up.

I was stunned for a long time at the ATM.

It's my grandfather's name.

It may be that grandpa used the method of automatic transfer.

I went back down the street and was almost hit by a truck while crossing the sidewalk. I couldn't care about any of this, so I went to a café in a daze, looked for a place to sit, and found that I couldn't think anymore.

What's going on? Could it be that the basement was dug by grandpa?

Grandpa rented the house next to it. Dig a basement and spy on your own son?

Grandpa is not so perverted, in my impression, grandpa has basically been born and lives in his own world and memories. In his later years, all he had in mind was a cup of tea, a few dogs, and an old woman holding hands along the West Lake.

Nineteen years, though, I thought of that number. What was grandpa like nineteen years ago?

A lot of bits and pieces of information flashed through my mind, and I thought of some warm words from the second uncle and me, implying that they didn't know that the third uncle was fake.

Nineteen years ago. It seemed that it was the time when the fake third uncle returned to Hangzhou from Xisha. When he returned, my second uncle and my grandfather quickly noticed that something was wrong. But I don't know what's going on.

At that time, everyone was still quite taboo about "it", especially grandpa. will definitely think that it has something to do with him, in order not to startle the snake, grandpa dug such a cellar here to monitor this fake third uncle.

Possibly, quite possibly.

So why would a man live in a cellar all year round? Could it be that at that time, grandpa and they found someone to monitor the third uncle, this person stayed in the cellar all the year round and has not left work until now?

That's the fucking hardest job in the world, it's in the sewers, and there's no vacation. If it was a secret room that was built nineteen years ago. That is, staying here in the dark for nineteen years, which is more bitter than being in a small coal kiln.

Other than that. There is also a question that makes impossible sense. Nineteen years, with the courage of grandfather and second uncle. Nineteen years of surveillance, has nothing changed? Nineteen years, you can change a dynasty, why is it still being watched? In other words, the grandfather and the second uncle should soon find out what the problem is. From the hint given to me by the second uncle, there is also this meaning, they know that the third uncle is to untie the chain, so why don't they take any measures?

Don't. Watching like this, they spy on their feelings? Or do the second uncle and grandfather have their own plans? So what's the plan?

I can't figure it out when I think about it, and I can't bear it anymore. I realized that no matter how difficult and shrew the second uncle was, I would have to have a showdown with him. I really had to know what the hell was going on in their minds.

Back at the third uncle's place, I lay on the sofa and pondered

In my previous understanding, calculating the second uncle is basically equivalent to looking for death, and the second uncle does not need an intermediate process to see through a game, he looks at his expression and general rhetoric. You can immediately know what the other party is doing behind the scenes. And, what he likes most is to go along with the game you set. Once we went to our hometown, the third uncle made a game in order to privately swallow something left by an ancestor, and the second uncle kept pretending to be in the bureau, but in fact, various arrangements along the way broke the game with the game, and the third uncle Lei broke the bigger game of another clan. When the third uncle thought that he had finally won once, the second uncle picked up all the fruits of victory in a few words.

I'm wondering if the second uncle will tell me everything, and what is the premise of what he said to me?

I really can't think of it, the second uncle doesn't eat hard and soft, and the only possibility I can force him to comply, is to force him with my life.

But. The second uncle is a very shrewd person. He knew that I was the kind of person who would never be able to fight for his life, and I felt that he was most likely there to drink tea and ignore me in the slightest. I can't really kill myself.

I had to make it happen to him that he wouldn't tell me that I was really going to die. In other words, I had to do things that I couldn't control even myself.

Do you want to pretend to be kidnapped? I said in my heart, if I cut off my finger and send it to my second uncle, will my second uncle give in?

I think I'll do it. However, I don't think the second uncle will give in immediately, one finger is definitely not enough, and the second uncle's nerves can last at least three.

When I came to the kitchen, I looked at my left hand, picked up the kitchen knife, and chose three of them that didn't seem to be very usable.

Will the second uncle come over and take the initiative to tell me in person? If he had dug this hole, then the people below had escaped, and the second uncle would definitely know about it immediately. Will the second uncle have any emergency measures to activate? Wait a minute, will a directional missile fly over. up to the sky? It's been a long time, and nothing happened when I came back. It's weird if there's no workaround. What is the use of such surveillance?

I think all the directions seem to make sense in this matter. But I'm missing a key, the only key. In the past, I was too far away from the truth, and I could only see many clues in a straight line, and they contradicted each other. However, this time I was too close to the truth, so I saw a myriad of possibilities. In contrast, the absolute impossibility and the myriad of possibilities, I now find the former to be a little more merciful.

Calculate the second uncle.

I picked up the kitchen knife again and pressed my hand on the cutting board as if it was the only way I could do it, and although it was a bit stupid, I seemed to be cornered.

A wave of determination and emotion surged from the bottom of my heart, and at this point I realized that I was going crazy, and my demons had reached the point where I could not suppress them.

Help me! I muttered to myself, and just wanted to slash down with a knife, when at this moment, the phone I had put aside rang.

I was startled, and in an instant, all the sharpness was discharged. The man almost collapsed. Picking up my phone, I paused, found that it was an unfamiliar number, and when I picked it up, I asked who it was. The other party said, "Put the knife down and look out the window." ”

As soon as I heard this, I realized that I had heard the voice of the man in the cellar, and immediately looked out the window. I saw a flashlight flashing in a farmer's house in the distance.

I was wondering when I heard the person on the phone sigh: "I put the flashlight here, and I left it next to the flashlight for the things you want to know." After you read it, you know what to do. (To be continued)