After looking at it like this for a while, I found a problem.

I don't seem to have zài for this person, and even I don't have zài for this room.

I was standing under the lamp, but there was no light trying to block me.

Thinking of this, I simply walked closer, and it was already attached to the back of the chair where the man was sitting.

The man was very attentive in his drawing, and there was a large drawing on the table, on which it was almost full.

I have seen a lot of drawings, one is that the major I studied in college has something to do with this, and the other is that I will see all kinds of house types or construction drawings in my business, which are similar anyway.

I looked at the drawings and thought something was strange. In the middle of the drawing, the main part is only a rectangle that is not complicated. There are a lot of detailed notes around, and I didn't have time to read them all for a while, but I just felt that it didn't look like architectural drawings. I haven't heard of anyone building a house like this.

I couldn't help but snort, but the man didn't react at all. I boldly leaned down, trying to read the small print on the drawing.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a knock in the door behind me, and when I turned around, I saw a man dressed like a robber, wearing a large mask, and a woolen hat on his head, the hat was pressed very low, and only a pair of eyes were exposed on his whole face.

For a moment, I panicked and instinctively moved to the side.

The man didn't react to me in the slightest, and went straight to the desk and chatted with the drawing man.

I let out a sigh of relief, cursed myself, and quickly pricked up my ears to listen.

The two of them seemed to talk very vaguely, or maybe it was simply because they were a little out of touch with the times I lived in.

Anyway, I listened to the conversation between the two of them, and it was completely like a cloud.

The man with glasses has been stating that this is urgent, and he has to plan well.

And the people wearing masks have been urging, saying that there is not enough time, and it will be too late if they don't start.

Neither of them gave in, and they seemed to have a bottom line.

Finally, the man wearing the mask was anxious and said, "This thing must start tonight, otherwise all the people in this room will be buried together!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and went out.

After the man went out, I suddenly felt myself in a cold sweat, not frightened by their words, but the man wearing the mask looked at me obviously when he said this.

That gaze is too targeted, not at all like a look out of thin air.

My heart was pounding, and my heart said that the man could see me? But why didn't you say it? Is that also something for me?

I didn't have time to think about it, but I saw that the man with glasses had already stood up, and seemed to be very anxious and annoyed, walking around the house.

Several times I almost hit me, but luckily I dodged it in time. He couldn't see me, but I didn't dare take the risk.

When he was gone, I finally had time to calm down and look at the drawing.

I saw the small print on the edge of the drawing read: Jiawu year Bingyin month Yimao day Fujiang

I felt the hairs on my body stand up one by one, I've seen it this day! Damn, isn't this a legend of my death?!

Why is there also here?

Damn, and this one is more detailed, and even the place of my death is marked later?

I lay down on the table, ignoring the man with the glasses, and immediately looked at the other notes.

The other notes are not easy for me to understand, some of them are vertical numerical calculations, and the numbers obtained are not large, and I am not sure whether they are calculated materials or what.

There are also geometry-like calculations, such as wind direction or air currents. I'm really bad at math, and I'm completely dizzy. In fact, if I hadn't memorized that date, I'm afraid I wouldn't have seen any clues.

Next, I pondered the rectangle.

There is no scale on the diagram, so I don't know what scale it was drawn at. But in my experience, to be able to use such a large drawing, the scale is usually not that small.

I stared at the rectangle and always felt that there was something strange about this thing, and that it was something I could come up with.

I was so anxious that I almost couldn't help but pace back and forth in the room.

Suddenly, I reacted violently.

According to the furnishings in this house, it is not modern, and I don't think anyone will be retro enough to decorate the house like this, right?

So, the date that is the same as the date of my death, maybe it doesn't mean mine?

Is it just a time record? I know that many intellectuals in the early days of our country still retain many pre-liberation habits, including the record of dates. I guess it's just this man's habit.

This is different from the way we write the year now, now 2008 is 2008, and it is gone.

In the old days, the year was calculated in a cycle of 12 years, that is, if this year was the first year, then the year twelve years ago was also called the first year, and so on, and the year after twelve years was the same.

I know that the year of Jiawu is equivalent to the year 2014 of the Gregorian calendar, so is the space I am in now the year of Jiawu a few decades ago?

What year will it be?

I was desperately trying to find something in the house that could answer the time of day, but I couldn't find a calendar, not even a newspaper.

I did the math, judging from this furnishing, it doesn't look like it was before the liberation, and if you push it forward, it is most likely to be 1954 or 1966. But I didn't find any clues to corroborate that year.

My mind was a little confused and a little distracted.

I didn't notice that the man had stopped, and by the time I could react, he had already walked to the table.

I thought it was too late to hide, and I was so nervous at that moment.

The man was standing in such a position that I was stuck between the table and him that I couldn't get out. I'm afraid I'm going to be exposed.

Just as I was pondering whether to stand on the table, there was a sudden noise outside, and something fell to the ground with a snap.

The man with the glasses was drawn out, and I was able to get out.

The person with the mask had not gone out before, he had been in the living room, and the two had a few words of conversation before the man with glasses came back.

This time, I honestly hid to the side of the table to watch her pick up the pen and continue to write on the drawing.

This time he seemed to have made up his mind, and wrapped the whole rectangle in a large circle.

Write a few words on the paper to make a summary statement.

I looked at it and wrote: Do the number of people carrying the coffin need to be reported and strife?

When he was done, he rolled up the drawings and put them away, and went back to the living room.

I didn't go with it, in fact I didn't even think about it.

Because I suddenly understood what this drawing was about. All in my mind was Qin Yiheng's words in the small room in the ancestral hall, analyzing the origin of those wardrobes.

This is probably the largest coffin in the world, the largest, the coffin.

This drawing depicts a coffin!!

I think I've finally found a source, or at least it looks like it.

This coffin was built by this one person, but I only saw him familiarly, but I never saw him.

And the man with the mask was obviously trying to hide his identity.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, could the person wearing the mask really see me? Moreover, does he cover his face because he knows that I will be here, and he is afraid that I will recognize him?

It would be nice if there was smoke at this time.

I don't know if it's overthinking, my head is starting to get a little dizzy, and my body is a little soft.

After a few seconds, I knew it was me losing consciousness.

My eyes became more and more blurry, and then, when I could distinguish the scene in front of me, I saw the small chandelier in the old hill hut.

Bai Kai was staring at me from the side, and when he saw me wake up, he handed me a towel.

The towel was wet, and I don't know if he had helped me wipe my sweat before, or if someone had used it.

My face was covered in beads of sweat and my whole body was soaked, as if I had had a high fever.

I barely opened my mouth to ask for a cigarette, and I took a few puffs and almost threw it up. I asked Bai Kai, how long did I sleep?

Bai Kai got up and opened the door of Lao Qiu's house, it was bright outside, and I knew that I had slept for most of the night.

Lao Qiu also guarded, boiled a bowl of millet porridge for me to drink, and I finally felt a little more energetic. I didn't rest much, and quickly told Bai Kai what I saw in my dream, Lao Qiu was next to me, I had no taboos, looking at Bai Kai's relationship with Lao Qiu, it might really be my own person, but I didn't have time to worry about it.

Bai Kai frowned after hearing this, and shouted to me repeatedly.

I said, what do you think those people are doing to make coffins? Where is Fujiang? It should be the location of the house in the dream, we have to go and see it! Maybe that person still lives there! As soon as qiē the truth is revealed!

"Lao Qiu, you should add some walnuts to the millet porridge to replenish your IQ!" Bai Kai patted my head and said, that thing can't be made by them, Fujiang is not a place name, it means sinking the coffin into the river again, and the coffin was fished up by them!