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Chapter 55: The Door of Death

(I played four games with my roommates, three of which had teammates hang up, and the last one was about to win and dropped the line.,It seems that it's better to update it early.。 Continued tomorrow. I would also like to thank 160421022309227 and my two book friends for their support. Thank you. ）

After settling Lan at a friend's parents' house, I was separated from the fat man. It was at this time that I learned that the fat man was a northerner. However, looking at the level of fat man's Mandarin, it is estimated that the time spent in the south is not short, and even the basic pronunciation of northerners is a little unclear.

After splitting up with the fat man, I got on the train to Yunnan. It was a decision I made after thinking about it for a night. I can't go back to my current home, maybe my uncle has already sent someone to guard there, just waiting for me to fall into the net.

I got on the train and called the new young manager in my hotel and asked him to sell my house. At first, he was not happy, after all, it was a private matter outside of work. But when I suggested that he could take a 5% commission from the sale of the house, the manager, who kept saying that he would never give in to his boss, became a real estate agent.

In addition to explaining to him about the sale of the house, I also explained the matter of the hotel. But these things are too cumbersome, so I won't go into them all here. And these things have nothing to do with the staff of later things.

I hung up the phone and leaned on the bed with my chin propped up and looking out the window. I bought a sleeper ticket. I love the feeling of rocking left and right on the train.

Looking out the window at the speeding scenery, I began to summarize some of the things that had happened during this time.

Yes, until now I still don't know what the fat man's real name is. Even though he always seemed very enthusiastic about me.

There are so many strange things about the fat man, which makes me feel as if his appearance is predetermined. Not to mention anything else, the fat man and I met in the depths of the ancestral hall (that is, at the bottom of the thousand coffin plank road). I hadn't seen him before. But why would he know my name? Why do you know the purpose of my entry into the ancestral hall? Why did you recognize that the person who was going to arrest me was my uncle?

Of course, I wasn't aware of these doubts at the time. It's all the result of my tossing and turning all night last night.

I put one hand on my hand and rubbed my face to sober myself up.

The fat man doesn't look like an uncle's person. If Uncle hadn't brought someone to arrest me, he wouldn't have run with me, but would have beaten me directly from behind. The only thing that can be explained now is that the fat man is not interested in me, but he can make money by following me. For example, this time, the things brought out by the fat man can be seen at a glance by even me, a layman, and it is definitely not less than three million.

Let's hope the fat man is in it for the money. I rolled over and lay down on my back. That's when a voice came from the bunk next to me. My mind was full of recent events, and I didn't hear anything about it. It wasn't until the voice called me a few more times that I came to my senses.

I looked down and saw that it was the old man who had swapped beds with me.

I bought a lower berth ticket. But after getting in the car, I found that this old man's legs and feet were not very convenient, so I gave him the lower bunk, and I slept in his middle bunk.

I noticed him calling me and asked him if he needed my help with anything. The old man shook his head and smiled and asked me if I had taken refuge with a friend on this trip.

I blinked, and my heart said how he knew. So he nodded and said, "Find a friend for a small favor." ”

The old man smiled again: "Young boy, I don't know if I should say something?" ”

Gong Lao is what the old man in my family calls himself. This kind of title does not distinguish between positive and negative meanings, and generally older couples will call each other like this. It's just that a woman's words will call herself an old woman.

I heard him say that, and I think it's boring right now. So he nodded.

The old man saw me nodding, beckoned to me, and motioned for me to come down and sit on his bed.

I did.

"Young boy, I shouldn't have told you about this when I went out. But I can't look past it, so I still have to tell you about it. ”

I thought to myself, I guess I didn't meet the god stick, right? Thinking about it, I looked at the person in front of me again. But it doesn't look like it.

"Uncle, you can't be a fortune teller, right?" I saw that he was talking to me in his native dialect, so I started talking to him as well. However, considering the problem of understanding, I will translate directly in Mandarin next.

The old man asked me, "Brother, are you going to find a door this time?" ”

I shook my head: "It's not a gate, it's a place called the Golden Gate." ”

The old man touched his beard: "It's a shock, right?" (He said this in standard Mandarin.) Because in our native dialect, the pronunciation of Jin and Jing is exactly the same. ）

I was a little surprised when I heard him say this, and I asked him, "Yes, this is the place." How do you know? After a pause, I asked, "Where is this place?" ”

The old man smiled and didn't speak, raised my hand and looked at my palm, and then said, "Don't worry how I know." After finishing speaking, he leaned over with a straight face and whispered: "For the sake of you and me changing beds, I advise you not to go." ”

I was stunned: "Why? ”

"Shocking door is not a place name." As he spoke, he drew a circle on the palm of my hand with his index finger: "It's a door." ”

"Door?" I'm a little confused. I immediately looked down at what he had drawn on my palm. It looks like a gossip.

The old man drew a gossip figure on my palm and then took his hand back. But at this time, a surprised expression appeared on his face: "Brother, have you been to the Surprise Gate?" ”

I was stunned again, shook my head, and said in my heart that I am still looking for it, how could I have been there.

"No, you're sure you've been to the Surprise Gate." The old man said in a very positive tone. Then he sighed in disbelief: "You can still come out alive." ”

Now I was completely confused by him: "Uncle, are you mistaken?" ”

"You can't go wrong." The old man shook his head, then leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

At first I thought he was thinking something, but after a few minutes I heard a slight snoring from his nose.

I shook my head with a wry smile and stood up just as I was about to go back to bed. Unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes quickly focused on me.

I was startled and thought something had happened to him. Hurry up and ask him what's wrong.

The old man looked at me with a straight look in his eyes, as if he wanted to see something in me. After watching it for almost ten seconds, he said slowly: "Brother, it's too risky for you to go out this time." It's best to go home. ”

I looked at him with a serious face, and I thought to myself, could it be that he really saw something? But I quickly dispelled that idea. Just kidding, can you believe such a thing as fortune telling?

I thought so, but when I looked into his eyes, I felt a bad feeling in my heart. So I'm going to ask him why he said that: "Why is it risky?" ”

The old man twisted his beard, closed his eyes and thought for a few more minutes. Only then did he say: "You didn't go this time to find the surprise door. You've come out of the door. With that, he muttered to himself for a few more seconds. It seems to be talking about Guangxi, Yunnan, Hainan and other places. After a pause, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me, and said word by word with a panicked face: "You may have to run into the door of death this time." ”

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