Chapter 26 is false again

"And then?" I asked. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Your father can't have lived in that village for the rest of his life, right?" ”

"Of course not." Mike said. "My father made this decision just to save his life. And Mr. Xiao Wei, if my father hadn't taken out that village, how could I have gotten his travelogue? ”

I nodded, thinking to myself. And if you look at the time at that time, Old Mac should not have had children. If he hadn't fled the village, he probably wouldn't have had anything to do with Mike by now.

"What's next?" I asked Mike. "Do you want to tell me how your father escaped from that village?" I'm starting to get a little tired of this foreigner telling me stories in stilted Chinese. If I hadn't redescribed what he said at my own level just now, it might have sounded even more painful and uncomfortable. And after talking about it for so long, I really can't figure out what all this has to do with my eldest and second uncles. Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if it has a relationship, now I am the opposite of them. They don't care about me even if they have anything. To be honest, I wish something would happen to them, so that I could have an easier time when I go to the grave. The province is worried all day long, and it is necessary to prevent them from intervening.

Mike shook his head: "No, no, no, the next thing, in your Chinese parlance, is called a family matter." It doesn't make much sense to say it. And I don't think Mr. Xiao Wei will be interested in my family affairs. ”

I said "um", "Mr. Mack, after talking about it for so long, I hope you can tell me directly what you just wanted to tell me." ”

"Don't rush," Mike said. "It's not for nothing that I'll tell you about my father." After speaking, McChung for a moment, and then said: "I hope that what I will talk about next, Mr. Xiaowei, you can stay calm." ”

"You've said that a second time." I'm starting to get a little impatient. This Mike has been whetting my appetite from the beginning, pinching the key points and refusing to say it. At first, I thought he was enjoying the process of speaking Chinese, and I also took into account that He Tao was still under his surveillance. That's why I followed him. But now that the story is also told, I won't pursue the truth or falsehood. At least give me some dry goods, right?

"The village where my father was," Mike said. "At the entrance of that village, there is a hillside."

I didn't understand why he said this suddenly, but I listened to him with the last patience.

"That village, don't you know Mr. Xiaowei?" Mike seemed a little surprised at my reaction.

I looked confused, and said in my heart that Guangxi is such a big place, you can just say a village, I must know the fuck? The Gaode map is not so good. Force.

Mike originally wanted to deliberately sell Guanzi, but seeing that I didn't cooperate with him at all, he gave up: "Okay, Mr. Xiao Wei." That village is your hometown. Caimiao Village. ”

I was stunned, and my heart said no? Then he thought about it carefully, and he couldn't find any memory of a small hill at the entrance of the village. Am I mistaken? It's also possible. After all, I was sent out when I was very young, and I haven't been back for so many years, so it's normal to remember wrong. Thinking about it, I was ready to nod. But suddenly it stopped again.

Holy, no. When the eldest and second uncles first found me, they took me back. When I entered the village, I didn't see any small hills.

"Mr. Mack, I'm afraid that the village you are talking about is not my hometown, right?" I laughed and asked him.

"Nonono, this is your village." Mike said. "It's just that the hillside has been removed since then." As he spoke, Mike suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot your age, Mr. Xiaowei. You were born after that hillside was removed. ”

I said to myself, you've investigated quite carefully. Even I know how old I am.

"I'm talking about the people of that village." Mike said.

As soon as Mike mentioned the people in the village, I was stunned, and almost immediately made up what he was going to say next.

"Before my father fled from your village, he saw the scene at the window that night - the sight of a man reaching out and tearing his scalp off."

I looked at Mike and didn't speak. Mike never came up with a single piece of conclusive evidence that the village where his father lived was Caimiao. So I still can't trust him.

"Those people aren't ghosts." Mike said this inexplicably. I didn't understand, but I listened patiently to what he said.

"Those people are all wearing masks, they are not the same people from the original village."

I was a little surprised, but I still didn't feel too much. Because none of this seems to have much to do with me. If my family had been killed by the Japanese, I would not have existed. In other words, without those ancestors, there would be no me. And I'm still standing here dignifiedly, which shows that those Japanese killed people who were not from our family.

"Actually, that's the way it is." Mike said. "After you listen to me, you will know why I said that your eldest and second uncle are fake."

As Mike said this, I spread the wings of my imagination slightly.

First the Japanese came to our village and killed everyone in the village. Then another group of people came to the village, and the later group killed the Japanese. In the end, the group put on the masks of the original villagers and continued to live in the village in their place. And among those people, there are my two fake uncles and second uncles.

But when I think about it, my mind is a little messed up. It feels like the timing is a bit out of place. If someone can pretend to be my eldest uncle and second uncle. Is it all a little too early? It probably happened in 1950. This period will not exceed five years at most. In other words, my eldest and second uncles were born at that time, and they have grown up? Damn, how is that possible?

The more I thought about it, the more messy it felt, and I simply didn't want to. And it's just a hypothesis, and I'm not sure it's true yet.

Mike watched my expression change slightly, and asked me strangely what was wrong. I came back to my senses, said it was okay, and then asked him to continue.

Mike cleared his throat, and I thought he was going to say what was going to happen in the form of a mountain song. It scared me.

"Mr. Xiaowei, before I tell you what happened, can I ask you a question?" Mike said.

I nodded.

"At that time, China had already defeated Japan, but why did they still appear in your village? Also, why did those people who appeared later kill those Japanese and then put on the masks of the original villagers and continue to live in the village in their place? Aren't you curious about any of this? ”

I talk nonsense in my heart, these problems have long been thought of by Lao Tzu. But if I had asked you, would you have told me?

After a few seconds, I nodded, "Listen up." ”

Mike nodded with satisfaction: "Actually, to put it bluntly, this place in Guangxi is actually not an important area. And, to put it mildly. The village of your hometown is not an important geographical location. ”

"Mr. Mac," I couldn't help but interrupt him, "excuse me, I'm a little hungry." ”

"Good, good." Mike raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling me not to rush. "But what if there's something in your village?"

Seconds understood. This thing could be a tomb.

"There is actually a tomb under your village. The dynasty of this tomb may date back a long, long time. I don't know exactly when it happened, because I didn't go down either. However, according to my guess, it should be around the Shang Dynasty. And the original villagers of that village were actually a gang of grave robbers - oh, Tufuzi. They found the tomb, but there was no way to go down to the tomb and take out the previous things in a short time. So for this tomb, they built a village on top of the tomb. In order to be able to continue to study how to go down to the tomb. ”

I sneered: "Later, the secret of the existence of an ancient tomb under this village was known by the Japanese, and then they wanted to come and rob it?" ”

"That's right." Mike nodded: "Mr. Xiao Wei, you have not experienced the War of Resistance against Japan, nor have you experienced the victory of the War of Resistance. So you may not be very clear about the situation at that time. At that time, China did drive out the Japanese and the Japanese. But that doesn't mean all Japanese are gone. The ambitions of the Japanese are obvious to all in so many countries in the world. At that time, they secretly left many people to integrate into China, hoping for an opportunity to counterattack. And that small group of Japanese was a very small and very small part of what was left at that time. ”

"So they thought, even if they don't counterattack now, it would be great to pack some valuable cultural relics back?" I say.

"That's right." Mike said. "But before their plot succeeded, they were killed by the next group of people who rushed to that village."

"Then why do those people still disguise themselves as the original villagers?" I asked. "My village doesn't seem to be a particularly prosperous area geographically, so there shouldn't be anyone around to visit, right? And the nearest village to our village also has a mountain road of more than 40 miles. ”

"Yes." Mike agreed. "But Mr. Xiaowei, there is a question you didn't consider. That is, if a person has lived in a place for a long, long time, then the person will definitely leave some traces of life in that place. My father left such traces in that village at that time. And I think you should know. Our living habits in the West are different from those of you Easterners. Even after living in China for more than ten years, my father still couldn't change some of his habits. That's what they found out, and they concluded that there was once a foreigner living in your village. However, after an inventory of the corpse of the real villager, they did not find my father's body. In other words, my father was not killed, and it is very likely that he will return to the village. In order to prevent my father from knowing the secrets of the ancient tombs under the village, the men decided to put on the masks of the villagers and disguise themselves as the original villagers. ”

"Then why didn't those men kill your father?" I smiled, and at the same time I began to feel a little bit of a bottom in my heart.

"No, they can't kill my father." Mike said. "At that time, China was very careful with foreigners -- oh, except for the Japanese. The Chinese could not beat the United States at that time, so if something happened to the Americans in China, then our country would definitely have to let China give an explanation. ”

I nodded, and my heart said, "Oh."

When Mike said this, I could basically conclude that he was lying to me. Although the sequence of this can be explained, there is one thing that cannot be explained. That's the last group to arrive. Mike was talking about his father lurking on the hillside and seeing them. At that time, they had already put on the masks of the original villagers. And this process should actually happen after that group of people killed the Japanese. Because if they hadn't killed the Japanese, they wouldn't have had time to count how many villagers the Japanese had killed before. So what Mike said is logically in the past, but it doesn't work in time.

Thinking of this, I still didn't break it, but waited for Mike to continue.

Mike thought for a moment and continued: "Mr. Xiaowei, you are actually the descendant of the last group of people to rush to the village and kill the Japanese. ”

I nodded, still feeling simple.

"It's just that then another group of people came to your village. This group of people came from the north. Once again, this group has replaced the people in your village. ”

I rub, how can there still be people. I grumbled in my heart. But now that I've found out that this Mike is lying, then I'm not in a hurry. People will always have such a mentality. That is, knowing that this thing is fake, but the person who still wants to see this matter continues to pretend to be a bull fork and say it. It's an indescribable pleasure.

(One chapter a day starting tomorrow, one chapter is stable at 4000+.) Why the hell I've been writing so much for a few days in a row, I'm constipated! (To be continued.) )