It smelled a bit like the smell of a rotting corpse. I vomited wildly on the side, and even the bitter water of bile was vomited, and it took me a while to recover.

"Ready to lift!

"Rope wrapped!

The workers were about to uproot the jujube book, and the huge shaking caused the jujube crutches on the tree to keep falling. The tree was gradually uplifted by the crane, and the yellow-brown soil poured out. The roots of the tree were uprooted, and a large mass of roots was entwined, and it was covered with dirt.

"Fuck, it's so wicked, why can't it be delayed?"

The driver poked his head out and cursed, and the crane was emitting a loud roar.

"Come on a few people, pat the soil off the roots of the tree." The driver gives orders to the workers.

Several workers with shovels slapped on the roots of a tree that had fallen in mid-air, and the soil fell in a dripping stream, and the driver tried to lift it again, but it still couldn't be towed. Helplessly, several workers slapped vigorously again. As the soil fell, the roots of the tree gradually became clear, and these roots, intertwined, could no longer distinguish which were taproots and which were bush roots.

"Ahh Come and see, what is this?"

A worker suddenly screamed loudly, and Natsu and I left in response.

It's a scene in front of me, which I don't think anyone has ever seen.

The roots of the tree were intertwined, and inside were two corpses, one of a woman and one of a child.

The corpse was exactly the same color as the roots, dark brown, except that the human form was still there

I stared at the child's corpse, looking for his facial features, which were so rotten that I couldn't see his appearance clearly.

"Harugen!

I shouted.

A gust of wind came, and the ground fell from under the roots of the trees in mid-air, and as the soil fell, I heard the familiar sound of bells, the bells that came from Harugen's neck when she was a child.

The Jianghe Evening News made a headline the next day: The earthquake tragedy, the corpse was shocked in the sale of scenic trees in our city.

The news of the root corpse has aroused great repercussions in the whole city, and has become a major case that the municipal public security department focuses on investigating. After more than half a year, the suspect Chun Gen'er's crippled father was finally arrested, and he confessed to killing his wife and children.

I met with the cripple murderer for a follow-up report, in the prison visiting cell.

I don't have any impression of Chungen'er's crippled father, but I know that there is such a person, but I have never met with him.

Before I could ask, the cripple looked at me and said, "I know what you want to ask?"

He smiled and continued, "Yes, I killed Chungen'er along with the mother-in-law. I didn't want to kill that kid, but I blamed him for seeing it, and he kept crying. ”

"When did you kill someone?"

"In October 1999, when the dates were ripe. I buried his mother and her under the jujube tree, but I didn't expect that after so many years, their bodies had not decomposed, but they were dug up. I know the doubts in your heart, I know that you are a good friend of Chun Gen'er, he died a long time ago, he is not a human, what you see is a little ghost raised by my father. ”

"He's not human, what you see is a little ghost raised by my father." This phrase has been lingering in my mind. The real Chun Gen'er was killed by his father a long time ago. And the one I saw who was locked up in the house, with a bell around his neck, and covered in incense ashes, was a blind and half-immortal little ghost.

That evening, I went back to my hometown. Worship at the door of Chungen'er's house. There was a creak, and the door of his old house was ajar and ajar. When I was a child, I knew Chungen'er through this wide seam.

I opened the door again and entered. There was still an incense burner on the table in the hall, and I turned to the blind man's room, where the coffin was gone, but the dark wooden wardrobe was still there, and the brass tiger locks on it were rusty.

Pulling open the wardrobe door, I took a picture with my mobile phone flashlight, and in the empty wardrobe was still the broken Xinhua dictionary I gave to Chun Gen'er.

It's a memory about me, a story about my childhood, me and the corpse.