A person who has just died, the blood has coagulated, the eyes have been dissipated, you go to shake her hand, want to feel the warmth she once had, but you find that her hands are cold, no matter how you cry, no matter how you shout, she will not have any response, but her eyes are wide open, and she holds a note in her hand, guiding you to find something that even you feel weird. You should understand that the note in the deceased's hand, and the contents of the note, must be very important to you, and to her, it is also very important. You even suspect that she is concerned with the rest of the souls of the dead, otherwise how could she die without turning a blind eye?

At this time, just like you, I felt that things were strange, and the deceased died strangely, because the day before I came back to her to solve the mystery of my origin, she actually fell ill and died. I was wondering why she didn't die blindly, and I wondered if someone had done something to prevent me from finding out the truth about her identity.

If there is such a person, then he is my mortal enemy, and I must find him and let him pay with blood.

With grief in my eyes, I took the note and walked to a two-story building to the left of the orphanage. It is an old-fashioned brick house, the roof is made of countless tiles to build nearly a hundred tile ditches, the ditch walks the water, the ditch is shaded from the sun, and together it can shelter from the wind and rain, the top eaves carry two cyan dragon heads, one left and one right, there are two lanterns hanging under the dragon's mouth, the lanterns were bright red before, but today they are replaced by white, obviously to express the sorrow for the dead. On the eaves of the arch lies a pair of white jade carved tigers, and each tiger has a jade Ruyi on its body. The pair of white tigers was a female and a male. It is the totem of the ancestors of the Ba people, and the pair of green dragons, one male and one female, are the totems of the Miao people. They are all dancing with teeth and claws, roaring at the sky, which is very national. The building was originally the office building of the district office, but later, due to the development of tourism and antique markets in the town, the number of visitors increased, and the district office built another office building. When they moved away, they were given to an orphanage and used as property for public welfare.

Mother Shen will be this building. Someone was asked to renovate it, but it still retains the original national characteristics, and the white bricks on the exterior wall are painted with a layer of red paint, and the interior walls are all plastered with putty powder. Apply latex paint. The three small rooms on the first floor were converted into offices, archives, and reception rooms, and several large rooms were converted into children's study rooms, activity rooms, libraries, computer rooms, TV rooms, bathrooms, laundry rooms, dining rooms, kitchens, toilets, etc., while the rooms on the second floor were put into dozens of single beds and made dormitories for children.

The treasure chest is actually a wooden lattice embedded in the wall, each with a door and lock, on the four walls of the archives.

I walked into the first floor, turned to the archives, and ran into a little girl I didn't know. The girl saw me. Ask me who I'm looking for.

I told the girl to show the note, and she led me into a small room of ten square meters. When I opened the door, I saw a familiar old woman sweeping the floor in an apron. The old woman raised her head, saw me, and immediately had a smile on her face, babbling a few words, and then burst into tears, pointing to the Nanmu coffin that stopped outside the parking window to show me.

I knew the old woman as the most industrious and respected dumb Aunt Zhu in the yard.

I shouted to Aunt Zhu, stepped forward and held her muscular and thin palm tightly, and touched a tissue to wipe her tears. However, there was no tissue on his body, only a piece of paper that had been glued into a hard shell by black blood.

Aunt Zhu let tears flow down her face, took the paper in my hand and looked at it, picked up a towel from the table, found the cabinet marked "72" on the wall, wiped it before going down, and motioned for me to take the key to open it.

Nervously, I stepped forward and unlocked the door, only to find a note inside with eight words written on it: No search, death to those who violate the order! These eight words scared me, and my heart said, can anyone else in this world know that I am looking for my own life experience, but I just want to find out my real parents, my past, and retrieve my memory, what does this have to do with Shen's mother? He even scared me with such alarmist words. Look at the font again, square, just like a box, but the strokes are like an electrocardiogram, shaking around, just like when a primary school student learns to write, the teacher tells him that the Chinese character is a square, so the student learns to put the horizontal and vertical skimming point bend hook into the box, because the control of the pen tip is not good, the handwriting at the end of the pen is crooked, and because of the effort to control the pen end, the force is too large, and the force on the tip of the pen is uneven, so that the paper is broken. In short, I feel that those eight characters are slowly written by people who are not very good at writing, not like Shen Ma's handwriting. I compared the handwriting on the paper I got from Shen's mother with these eight characters, and found that the words written by Shen's mother on the paper were compact and dense, and the last stroke often went down to the left, which was both rigorous and standardized, and graceful and chic. I recognize that this is the authentic handwriting that belongs to Shen's mother, and it comes out from her past signature, that is to say, the eight words on the other note are definitely not written by Shen's mother, and of course it is not Shen's mother who is warning me not to find out the truth of my identity in a threatening tone, but someone else, but who is this person?

There are also two boxes next to this note with eight words written on it, open one of them, and there is a mobile phone inside, an old-fashioned mobile phone, which is Nokia, there is a shiny crack on the screen, the words on the keys are blurred, obviously eroded by the sweat stains on people's fingers for a long time, and then look at the paint on both sides of the shell has also peeled off a few pieces, revealing white, like vitiligo. I habitually pressed the power on the top of the phone, and the phone screen lit up and flew out four lines of subtitles. - It seems that the original owner of the phone has set up a boot animation. I saw that the four lines were written:

Get out of Goldtown now!

There are killers around!

Don't sue anyone!

- Attention! Shut down immediately after reading.

When I saw the first line, my first reaction was - why should I leave the Golden Town immediately, and when I saw the second sentence, the answer to the first sentence became clear, because there was a killer, and this killer was lying in ambush beside me, but I didn't find out his existence. I thought of the bloodstains on the note that Shen's mother gave me, and the eight words "forbidden to find, violators die", and quickly realized that those eight words must have been written by the killer. The cause of Shen's mother's death must have come from his hands, not a cerebral hemorrhage as the hospital said, and. Now this killer is threatening my life.

In my impression, although Shen's mother is nearly sixty years old and has prematurely gray hair, her cheeks are full, her face is ruddy, her speech is sonorous and powerful, and she walks in a hurry. Like an old train, it takes the kindergarten children every day on the "track" between the four points of the playground, the cafeteria, the classroom, and the dormitory. Whistling in, whistling away, in good health, no hyperlipidemia, high blood viscosity and other geriatric diseases. There are no hidden dangers such as cerebral embolism. Right now. The old train was completely out of gas and lay down

The hospital announced that she died of a cerebral hemorrhage, which means that she died of a cerebral embolism, because only a cerebral embolism can cause a cerebral hemorrhage, but she did not have this disease in the past, which makes people feel very strange and think that the cause of death is not established.

Now that I read the words "there is a killer around", I immediately linked Shen's mother's death with the killer. I understand that this killer not only killed Shen's mother, but also hid by my side. You're going to do something to me. As soon as I thought of this, I immediately felt a pair of black eyes hiding in the shadows and staring at me, and a chill rose from my back spine, as if there was an ice pick against it. I quickly looked around, but found that only Xuan Xuan was behind me, the dumb and deaf Aunt Zhu, and the little girl who had just led the way had already left, four meters away from the window of me, was a section of red lacquer high wall full of white flowers, several tall locust trees outside the wall hung with strings of white flowers of dense branches and leaves stretched out into the wall, the foot of the wall was full of white petals, and those children's hand-woven white paper flowers blended together, adding to the sense of solemnity.

Xuanxuan looked at the mobile phone in my hand and asked, whose phone is that?

Don't sue anyone! Mother Shen said, pay attention! Shut down immediately after reading.

I hurriedly stretched out my finger and pressed the power switch on my phone. After pressing and holding for three seconds, the mobile phone sang two sentences of shutdown music, which turned out to be an excerpt from the Italian opera "My Sun", with a high-pitched and solemn melody and magnificent momentum. Before the music was finished, two more lines appeared: Remember! Get out of Goldtown now! Let me know later. Turn on and find me. Signed: Shen Foyin.

Xuan Xuan took two steps closer to me and asked, what are you looking at?

The phone screen is completely black. I took it and shook it in front of Xuanxuan's eyes. "It's just an old phone."

There was also a small box in the cabinet, which I held in my hand and lifted the lid.

Xuan Xuan exclaimed: "Pistol!" ”

Sure enough, there was a palm-sized pistol, two magazines, and at least a hundred rounds of ammunition lying in the box.

I was startled, but suddenly an image popped up in my mind - how sudden, ordinary people may not understand, only those who have had a short period of amnesia, people who have had this experience will accurately feel, how to say it to make people understand, let's put it this way, it's like you go home, stand outside your house, take the key to open the door, but you put your hand in your trouser pocket, and your fingers don't touch that hard thing, so you think, maybe it's in your pocket, so you put your hand in the jacket pocket again, touch it on the left, and pat it on the right, still no. You just think, "Oh, it's over, how can you get through this door without a key?" So, you start looking at your feet and look for it on your way home, but you still don't see the key. You complain to yourself over and over again about how you accidentally lost the key. You bump into your woman on the road, and your woman keeps reminding you of where you've been, so you can look for it. At her prompting, you have thought about this place on the left and there on the right, and you have thought about it, but those places have become very vague, as if you have been here and there, but you can't remember what you have done there. Then you start to wonder if you haven't been there. You pat your head, confused, suspicious, irritable, angry, your eyebrows furrowed, you stomp your feet and high-five, but you are helpless. That's where the memory disconnect confuses you. I've been trapped in this kind of ecstasy for a long time.

You think you can't find the key anyway, so you want to find a locksmith to help you open the door, but you walk all over the streets and alleys, and you don't see a single person who can open your door. Just when you feel hopeless, something suddenly pops out of the grass on the road that once belonged to you: a tote bag, a paper cigarette case, or a ball of waste paper or something, which reminds you of the place you used to be, and that you hung your clothes on the tree next to you. It was in the grass under the branches of the trees that you found the key. The problem in your heart is solved at once, and your heart is suddenly enlightened.

Now the 100 rounds of ammunition and the pistol are like the thing in the grass, which makes my mind jump out of an image at once, just like a high-definition video on a computer, which makes people's hearts tremble: in a red maple forest, a tall and thin black man stands under the forest, wearing a large inferior blue-gray casual suit, a pair of pointed white casual leather shoes on his feet, a cigarette in his mouth, a fierce light in his eyes, a painting scroll in his left hand, a pistol in his hand, pointing at the chest of a Chinese man with a fat figure, let the man take out the real ancient painting, or else he will be killed.

The Chinese man combed his hair in three or seven parts, his eyebrows were like ink pens, the stubble on his cheeks was black, but the area around his lips was clean, and he looked very elegant. He wore a neat suit, stood up fearlessly, and said, "What does it matter to me whether your ancient painting is real or not?"

The young black man said, "Tell me where I really painted, or I will shoot you in the chest with a gun."

The elegant man said, I have already said, I don't know what is real or fake.

The black young man, with his thumb off the bolt safety.

I ran to the man and yelled to stop!

The black young man listened to my voice, but with a snap of his index finger, a gunshot rang out in the red maple forest, startling a flock of egrets and flying into the sky with a pop.

The elegant man clutched his chest, leaned against the white maple tree, frowned in pain, and slowly slid down to the thick roots of the dragon's tendons.

The young black man threw his gun beside the elegant man, and fled like a monkey into the depths of the maple forest as if he had thrown away coals of fire.

I ran to the elegant man and shouted, "Professor Li!"

The elegant man clutched one hand to his chest, blood gurgling from between his fingers, and reached out to me with the other, touching my face.

I quickly grabbed his hand.

The elegant man said bitterly, Zuo Yan, I can't live, I hit the heart. Do you do one thing for me?

What's up?

I went back to China to find my friend: Fan Changlong, who took an ancient painting in his hand and found out the location of the jade seal of the country, and there was a geographical location mark on the painting.

Didn't the old painting be snatched away by the black man?

That's fake. What matters is not the painting, but the location of the heirloom jade seal identified in the painting.

Really?

At Fan Changlong's ...... , put the ...... You, your ...... Hand ...... Reach out to me. Blood began to spill from the elegant man's mouth, and it was evident that the blood had poured into his airways, so that he began to speak with difficulty.

I put my hand in front of him, and he wrote a series of phone numbers on it with his blood-dripping index finger: 18601520620, and said, hurry back to China to find him, if you go back late, the jade seal of the country may fall into the hands of foreigners.

Are you talking about Italian? How do they know?

The elegant man tightly knotted his black eyebrows, showing a face full of remorse, and said, It's all my fault, and I shouldn't tell them the truth.

I said, Professor Li, don't talk, I'll take you to the hospital.

The elegant man said, no, no, it's useless, remember, find the heirloom jade seal. After speaking, his head tilted and drooped to his chest.

I called out repeatedly, Professor Li, Professor Li, wake up, Professor Li, wake up!

The elegant man did not react any more, and the fingers I held in my hands suddenly let go and slipped to the ground.

I picked up the pistol from the ground and looked in the direction of the young black man.

……

The image that had been hidden in the depths of my mind suddenly cut off, like a motion picture film being suddenly cut off, and became white. I tried to channel my mind among the billions of brain neurons to find the trace of the black youth, but it seemed that I was facing a thousand mountains and snow, and I found nothing. (To be continued......)