I was still in school when my father disappeared. On this day, I received a letter from home, and the envelope was crooked in my mother's handwriting. A hint of foreboding flashed through my heart, and I quickly opened the letter, and saw a short sentence written by my mother on the letterhead: Come back quickly if there is something at home.

After reading the letter at a glance, I knew that something had happened at home, my mother had not been to school much, and my father usually wrote to me, and something must have happened to my father, otherwise I would not have asked my mother to write a letter. I quickly asked for leave from school and went to the train station to buy a ticket to take the bus. At nine o'clock the next morning, I entered the house.

"Shuangshuang, you're back......" My mother saw me, and before she finished her sentence, she cried.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Your dad is gone."

"My dad is gone?" I was confused, took a towel and handed it to my mother and said, "Mom, don't cry, make it clear, why is my father gone?" ”

My mother wiped away a handful of tears, blew her nose, and endured her grief to tell my great-grandfather and my grandfather about the situation before he died. Then he said: "Some time ago, your father went up the mountain to pick walnuts, and when he came back, his two legs became like that, I wanted you to come back, but he didn't let me, I didn't expect ......"

After listening to my mother's story, I didn't believe it at all, thinking that my mother was stimulated by something, and she was talking nonsense: "Mom, are you okay?" How can a good person become like a skeleton of bones all of a sudden! ”

"It's true, your grandfather's business, I listened to your father. More than ten years ago, your grandfather became like that, and I saw it with my own eyes. ”

Is there such an evil thing!? My scalp tingled: "I ...... How did I not know? ”

"How dare people know about such a strange thing." My mother reminisced and said, "I don't know about your grandfather. Your grandfather died, and your father and I did the funeral. At that time, we didn't dare anyone to see his body, and your father did it all by washing his face, shaving his head, and dressing and burying him. ”

That's true. In this matter, my parents did a really good job of secrecy. If you dig deeper, this is related to the social environment at that time, people like us who have a bad family composition, if people know that there are real "cows, ghosts, snakes and gods" in the family, I am afraid that there will be no way to live.

When my mother said this, I had to believe it. I remember some time before my grandfather died, my father sternly told me not to go to the house where my grandfather lived, and then he died, and all I saw was a coffin, not his body.

After the mother said "woo", she cried again. To be honest, I don't know what to do, it's so weird, and I'm just a kid.

I don't know what to do, but I can't ignore it. After thinking about it, I decided to report the crime.

"Mom, let's report the crime!"

"The police station is in charge of this?"

"The person is missing from the police station. But don't tell them about my dad who he did, and don't tell me about my grandfather. ”

The mother and son discussed it and went to the town police station the next morning to report the case. The police at the police station filed a case for investigation according to the normal missing person, and found nothing after checking and searching. The case became unsolved. As for why I concealed it when I reported the crime, there was no clear reason at the time, and I thought about it for a long time after that, probably a kind of subconscious self-protection! Of course, that's an afterthought.

When I came back from the police station that day, I stayed at home with my mother for a while, and only returned to school when the final exam was approaching. When I came back from winter vacation, I stayed with my mother for another two months. At the beginning of the school year after the Chinese New Year, I saw that my mother was better, so I left home to go to school normally.

A few years passed in a blink of an eye, and after graduating from university, I didn't rush to find a job like my classmates, but went straight home. In the past few years, I have been extremely confused by the disappearance of my father and the strange things that have happened to generations of my family. Now that I've graduated and have time, I can't wait to solve these mysteries.

Within a few years, almost every house in the village had been built. The courtyard of my house is still like that, except for a little dilapidated. So as soon as I got back from school, I looked for clues in the house where my father lived before he disappeared. Even though I had to search this room for the past few years when I came back, I found nothing, but I didn't give up.

Especially after reading "The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes", I firmly believe that my father will definitely leave some traces when he disappears, and it is not that he can't find it, but that he is not careful enough.

"It's just that I didn't find it, it can't be that I didn't leave any clues, be careful, and be careful,......" I took a magnifying glass and looked inch by inch in the room.

Doors, windows, walls, floors, tables, chairs, cabinets, I carefully inspected them one by one, and when I saw the edge of the kang, some anomalies caught my attention, and I saw fine granular dust in the cracks of several bricks in a row. The edge of the kang is connected by bricks and bricks, and people have lived for a long time, not only the bricks are polished to black and bright, but even the white plaster in the cracks of the bricks is also polished.

"What's going on? Under normal circumstances, a house that does not live for a long time can only accumulate dust, and it is impossible to accumulate granular dust. Did it fall from the roof? I looked up, "There was a newspaper on the ceiling, and although it was very old, there was no tattered place, and the soil could not have fallen off. ”

"It didn't fall from above, could it be brought in from outside?" I lowered my head and checked the brick joints that had not been inspected, "There are more or less gaps in the entire kang edge, and it is impossible to bring in so many from outside." So...... The only source can only be the ...... under the kang."

My eyes lit up, and I stared at the dusty kang mat that was spread on the kang.

"I'm so stupid!" When I remembered that I had seen every corner of this room countless times, but I hadn't seen it under the kang seat, I couldn't help but scold myself. Because when my father disappeared, there were mattresses and sheets on the kang, and later my mother took away all the covers, leaving only a kang mat, so I had a preconceived idea that if there were traces on the kang, they would be left on the bedding instead of under the kang and ignored it.

With excitement, I uncovered the kang mat with trembling hands, and soon found an abnormality on the seemingly ordinary kang surface: a three-foot square piece of soil was patched up behind the kang.

I took a shovel and shoveled the mud off with a few strokes, and there was a plank underneath. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and carefully uncovered the plank, revealing a secret room underneath.

Suddenly, my heart was pounding, and my palms were full of sweat. The secret of my father's disappearance may be solved, can I not be excited! Squatting on the kang to calm my mood, I turned around and jumped off the kang, went to the room where my mother lived, and took a flashlight, afraid that the secret room would be closed all year round and lack oxygen, so I took an electric fan.

After plugging in the electric fan and blowing the maximum wind into the mouth of the secret room for about ten minutes, I turned on my flashlight and bent down into the corridor leading to the secret room. It may be said that the road may be a little excessive, but in fact, it is a slope with a steep slope of three or four meters long. The space of the secret room at the bottom of the slope is not too large, only three or five square meters.

I walked to the entrance, and saw that there was a single bed-sized earthen platform against the wall, and on top of it was an open futon, and there seemed to be a man lying in it. My first reaction was that my dad was lying under the covers, and his heart almost jumped out. It's impossible to think about it, if it's my father, who sealed the mouth above?

Carrying my heart and sweating, I trembled to the front of the earthen platform, uncovered the quilt, I quickly retreated to the door, and looked back to see that the uncovered quilt was indeed a dead man, I couldn't help screaming, sat on the ground, and my brain was short-circuited.

It took me ten minutes before I calmed myself down, picked up the flashlight that had fallen on the floor, and shone it back onto the platform. I didn't see it clearly just now because of the panic, but now when I look closely, I feel that the person lying on it looks like a person, but it doesn't look like a person.

Standing at the mouth and looking at it for a while, I walked up to me boldly, and then I was stunned again: big head, small body, thin arms and legs...... Lying in front of him is clearly an alien corpse that only exists in science fiction movies.

My father didn't find it, but I found the body of an alien, and I was completely confused.

"Could it be...... Could it be that the strange things that have happened to generations of the family are the work of aliens? Father was also captured by aliens? When these thoughts popped into my head, I was taken aback, "It's so bizarre, it's almost Hollywood sci-fi...... But if it's not an alien, how can this guy in front of him explain it? ”

I looked carefully at the corpse on the earthen platform from head to toe, it was about 1.5 meters in length (height), its head was slightly larger than that of a normal mature male, its neck was about the same thickness as a child's arms, its chest and abdomen were shriveled, as if it had been roasted on a fire, and its arms and legs were pitifully thin. And these are wrapped in a layer of dry skin, which has no imaginary signs of life.

I touched the arm of the corpse against my side with my flashlight, and felt as hard as touching a stone: "Isn't it a real corpse, but what material is used to make it look like this?" "I sniffled, and there was not the slightest rancid smell in the air.

"It's weird!" I couldn't see why, so I had to put aside the body and look at the rest of the chamber. I've been attracted by the earthen platform since I came in, and I haven't seen anywhere else until now.

It was then that I realized that the room dug in the ground was unusually dry, and there was no sign of dampness on the walls or the dirt floor beneath my feet. I pulled a small piece of soil from the wall, gently crushed it with two fingers, turned it into a soil surface, and put it under my nose to smell: "How can it be so dry without any treatment?" ”

With a full stomach full of suspicion, I turned around, and a platform about a foot square appeared at the foot of the wall on the right. I stepped over to it and saw two thin, polished stones and a small piece of used candle on them, as well as a plastic gas lighter.

Picking up the stone, I was once again shocked. Du ...... Duliba Stone Saucer ...... What aliens! It's aliens......" I slowly turned around and muttered to the corpse. Actually, I played with two stone saucers as toys when I was a child, but I don't remember them now, otherwise I wouldn't be so surprised.

Holding the Duliba stone saucer and looking at the alien corpse, time froze, and a minute seemed like a century. The flashlight gradually dimmed, and I didn't notice it at all, and only when I couldn't see anything did I react and turn off the flashlight. I remember that there were candles and lighters on the side of the stone saucer, and I fumbled around to light it, and then when I took another stone saucer, I saw a piece of paper pressed underneath, on which some words were densely written in pencil. I picked it up and recognized it as my father's handwriting, but I couldn't see exactly what was written because of the dim light.

I picked up the candle and poured out the wax and oil, and the candle lit up. I was about to see what was written on it when I suddenly heard a strange noise behind me and a gust of wind, and then the candle went out.