Seeing the carving knife in my hand, my heart suddenly became unusually sour, from the depths of my heart, a sour and cold liquid began to burst out, that liquid seemed to flow all over my body, every time it flowed, I had to feel that piece of skin became cold, numb, and finally, the liquid rushed to my eyes.

The tear ducts collapsed, and the weakest part of my heart could no longer bear the pain that had been withheld for many years. The rain was still falling, and all the detectives had already chased the red-clad stranger in the direction of the desert, leaving only the villagers who had been woken up in the village still busy in their graves.

The injured criminal policeman has been carried away by the villagers, and this group of graves has changed from deserted to noisy, and from noisy to silent. In the vast rain, the sky gradually brightened, and a thrilling battle finally came to peace, if it were not for the pool of bright blood on the ground, everyone would have thought that the night here was the same as usual, except for the trembling silence, only the stone monuments that stood there.

Unconsciously, hours have passed, and when people look back on the past with hindsight, they always feel that time has passed so quickly. I stood in the rain, letting the rain wet my body and letting the cold penetrate my pores and eat away at the wounds on my body.

I don't feel pain, because the pain in my heart is hundreds, thousands, or even ten thousand times more painful than the pain in my flesh.

In front of me was the coffin that had been dug out of the ground by the strange man in red, and the lid had been lifted back by me. On the mouth of the coffin, there is indeed a metal structure that has been modified to lock it, and the five people of the year have already pried the lock open. Inside the coffin is a coveted treasure.

There are so many things that I can't say, some of the jewels still shine with value, these things, all of them smell of money, they don't know how long they have been hiding in this coffin, I didn't expect them to see the light of day in such a way.

Even if I am clumsy, I can see that many of the treasures in it are of age value, cultural relics, antiquities, and rare ones that are rare in the world. The jewels of this coffin, which are not as valuable as a city, are strangely packed in the coffin. The coffin, which symbolizes the funeral sacrifice, symbolizes the ominous, and generally only the burial goods and the burial goods are packed into the coffin.

This coffin is not an ancient coffin, and I don't see anything special about this coffin other than the metal fixtures that have been modified. Like all modern coffins, there is nothing special about it, and if there is one thing special, it is that this coffin is relatively well-made, and at first glance it is the hand of the coffin master.

Since it is a modern coffin, these treasures are definitely put into the coffin. The man's purpose was strange, he was definitely not trying to hide the treasures, because there were many ways to hide them, and it was obviously inconvenient to put them in a coffin, and it was not the most concealed method.

The coffin has a special meaning, I frowned slightly, maybe the person who put the treasure in the coffin is just starting from the meaning of the coffin itself: funeral. However, apart from the ancient emperors, I can't think of anyone in the world who would take the burial method of so many treasures, or rather, I can't think of anyone who is worthy of so much sky-high wealth.

I also feel a little familiar with this coffin. But at this moment, I didn't have the heart to think about it, all my attention, all my emotions, all condensed on the carving knife in my hand. The blade of the knife was already rusty, and the handle was made of wood, and the wood had long been soaked in water, and it seemed that if you pinched it hard, the wood would fall off.

It was a homemade carving knife, it had a somewhat strange shape, I recognized it at a glance, I knew this carving knife, not only recognized, but very familiar. I'll never forget the person who made this knife and used it all the time. In his memory, his face is full of scum, and his deep eyes are always suffocating.

I didn't think it before, but now that I think of that person's eyes, I realize that those eyes are full of emotions that I still can't decipher. The eyes of those memories seemed to be staring at me from the distant past, and the waves of emotions almost drowned me intently.

I felt breathless and had a splitting headache as the rain continued to wash over the graves, a symbol of death. The tombstones seemed to be moving, things were changing, and I followed my thoughts and drifted to the past.

That person was sitting in front of an old house, it was the rainy season, and the drizzle fell on the bluestone road in front of the door, bit by bit. A small bench, a pair of hands full of old scars. Raindrops splashed in from time to time, and his short hair was slightly wet, but he didn't seem to notice.

This sat for half a day, and a child sat on the wooden threshold, staring at the man with his chin propped up, and the child did not disturb the man, and the man did not say a word to the child, because all the man's attention was on the carving knife in his hand.

The carving knife was made by the man's own hands. At that time, the carving knife was still very sharp, and the wood of the handle was dry and hard. The appearance of the carving knife is slightly different from other carving knives: the handle of the carving knife in the man's hand is not straight, but slightly curved, which does not look easy to use.

When the man fastened the handle to the body of the carving knife, the man finally stood up. The man held the small carving knife in front of his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if admiring a great work of art. The man finally finished making the carving knife, and the child, who had endured it for a long time, stood up and ran towards the man.

The child's mouth screamed: Daddy.

Later memories are a little blurry, and in front of my eyes, the rainy season has passed, the sun is shining, the same place, the same children and men. It's just that the man no longer makes a carving knife, the man is holding a piece of wood in his hand, and the child is still sitting on the threshold, staring at the man motionlessly.

The man continued his long hair, which covered the man's forehead. The man held a wooden hand in his right hand and a knife in his left hand, and after a long period of contemplation, the man finally made his move. The left hand is a knife at a moment, a moment is the same, a life is exactly the same, the man is a left-hander, and the carving knife that is not suitable for ordinary people is just right for left-handers.

The curvature on the handle of the carving knife coincided with the calloon on the man's left hand. Sweat was pouring from the man's face, and slowly, an ordinary piece of wood was outlined into a human form, which was a child. At this time, the man put down the wood and carving knife in his hand, and the concentration on his face instantly turned into warmth.

The smile on the man's face was brighter than the sun. The man beckoned to the child, who stood up and walked up to the man with some guilt, but the man just continued to laugh, he stroked his head and placed the humanoid wood in the child's hand.

The little boy carefully observed the humanoid wood in his hand, this little man was somewhat familiar. However, the figure had no eyes, and the child was a little surprised, and he looked up at the man, his voice full of childishness.

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