But my uncle didn't seem to be listening, but looked at the window and didn't know what he was thinking, I saw him look dumbfounded, so I asked him, "What's wrong?" ”

It took me a while for my uncle to come to his senses, and then he said to me, "I suddenly remembered that there is a room in this house that is not transparent to sunlight and is pitch black, where is it, do you know?" ”

The first time I heard that there was such a house at home, I asked him, "A room that doesn't see sunlight?" ”

As he spoke, the uncle put his hand on his head, as if he was desperately trying to think of something, but it was always in vain, and finally he said: "I can't remember, just now this memory just flashed suddenly, when I saw the window." ”

I said, "I didn't know there was a room like this. Maybe you can ask grandma if she knows. ”

But the uncle said categorically: "You can't ask her." ”

At first, I thought that the uncle might be talking about the space upstairs in the north wing, but I followed my grandmother up to it, and the inside was transparent, and when I thought of this, I suddenly remembered the door, the door that my grandmother said should never be opened. If there is any space in the house, I'm afraid it's behind the door, is it what Uncle is talking about?

When this thought crossed my mind, I was shocked, if it was really there, could it be that Uncle had gone in, and then I thought about it. Maybe the uncle died early and suddenly came back to life today, I'm afraid it is all related to this door, so what is behind this door?

So my grandfather's last words came to my mind again - under my bed, what is under my grandfather's bed?

When I was in a trance, my grandmother had come up from downstairs, and she came in and asked us, "What are you two talking about?" Wood, you and your uncle are really in love, you always stuck to him when you were a child, you don't know, your uncle doesn't like others to turn over his things the most, but if you can't walk steadily, you climb upstairs to his room and rummage around. Every time he wants to beat you, but before the slap goes down, he picks you up and changes it to tease you, more than ten years have passed, you have grown up, but you and your uncle are still so close to each other, as if they have not changed at all. ”

I don't remember what my grandmother said, after all, I was only two years old at the time, and I remember very little of the memories before I was six years old, just like some fragments and fragments stored in my mind, sometimes I wonder, where did those memories that I forgot go, did they really forget everything, or have they always been hidden somewhere, just can't be touched?

When the uncle heard this, he just said, "I don't remember any of this either." ”

Grandma said, "Although I don't remember it, fate hasn't changed, hasn't it?" ”

After that, we tidied up the house and went for a day, and as for the matter of going to the funeral show again tomorrow, my grandmother said that I and my uncle would be at home, and they would do it. My uncle and I are not ordinary people, so don't go to the cemetery. When my grandmother was talking about the cemetery, I saw that my uncle was in a state of panic for a moment, but it soon became normal, and it seemed to arouse some fear of death in his heart. After all, judging from what he said to me last night, even though he had already died once, he was still afraid of death.

When it was just me and him in private, he suddenly took out a rune paper to show me, and I saw that it was ordinary rune paper. I asked him where he got it, and he said that it was torn from under the bed board when he was tidying up the room, and he said that there was a talisman under the bed, and that the talisman paper should have just been pasted on so new, and then he said a name - Eleven.

He said it was done by Eleven, and when I asked if there was any basis, he shook his head and said it was just a feeling. I asked him again if he still wanted to ask Eleven now that he knew who he was, and he said categorically, "Yes." ”

When I asked why, he said, "The answer is not the answer now." ”

The sentence meant a lot, as if it meant something, and I remembered Eleven's situation, and I didn't seem to know so much, but finally I remembered how he woke up after falling unconscious. At the same time, I think that Eleven came to my house, and I am afraid that the purpose is not so simple.

Uncle said that tomorrow grandma and they took Huaxiu's body to the cemetery, he went down to the well to see the coffin, I told her that there is water in the well, it will not be able to be drained for a while, I am afraid that such a short time can not hide from them, but the uncle said that there is no water in the well, I asked him how he knows, he said that we remember the feng shui pattern to see, I was surprised how he suddenly understood this. Uncle couldn't say why, just said to me, "Maybe I was born with it." ”

I really can't refute this sentence, but my uncle and I are not in the same mind, I have no reason to go under the bed to see when grandma is there, it just so happens that tomorrow they are not there I look at what is under grandpa's bed, I think this thing must be very important, otherwise grandpa would not tell me this at the last moment.

I had my own thoughts, so I told my uncle that he would go down by himself, and I didn't dare to go down at the bottom of the well, and at the same time I told him about the ghost bodhisattva underground, and he said that he had seen it, so I didn't have to worry, he was measured.

The fourth yellow slip appeared next to my pillow that night, when I was trying to sleep, I saw this page of yellow sticks, but this page of yellow sticks is very different from the previous ones, because it is a familiar pattern, that is, the vermilion mark on the printing paper I have seen, like a word, but I don't recognize it, but I saw three words under the picture - Jiang Shiyi.

These three words suddenly reminded me of the night when I carried him to the hall to meet my mother on his back, when my mother said inexplicably - he is Jiang Shiyi, and he was taught back by his grandmother, and now when I see this pattern and this name again, I began to be more suspicious in my heart, Eleven's surname Jiang is not surnamed Zou, is it the same surname as his mother, not his father's surname?

But I thought it was wrong again, this yellow sign has basically been determined to be written by my grandfather. According to the chronological calculation, my grandmother was still a girl at that time, and where did she come from, isn't this Jiang Shiyi not eleven, but very similar to Eleven?

For a moment, I was completely confused.

My dad and they went out early the next morning, and the reason why they had to go out so early was to not attract the attention of the villagers, after all, they were all villagers, and it was not easy to answer when they met and asked what it was.

After they left, the uncle found a rope and a wooden pole to put on the mouth of the well, and when the uncle went down, I came to my grandmother's room, and saw a lot of things under the bed, and a few wooden boxes were locked underneath, and I didn't know what they were.

I don't know what I'm looking for so many things, so I take them out with the same care, turning them over one by one, but when I lie under the bed and rummage through these things, I always feel that someone at the door is looking at me, and I look back from time to time, but there is no one at the door, and I go back and forth several times. I was scared of myself, but I didn't dare to lie on my stomach with my back to the door.

In the end, I endured this suspicious energy, pulled out a few boxes, and then I really saw what my grandfather wanted me to find, and I took a sharp breath, because I saw a jar under the bed that was too familiar to be familiar, and there was a mirror underneath.

And I also saw a very unusual small box next to the jar, how to say, to say that it is different, in fact, I think the wood feels strange, a little old, even with a bit of tattered smell, I didn't dare to touch the jar, so I took out this box, this small wooden box is not locked, just buckled.

Just as I was dragging out the little box, I suddenly heard footsteps at the door, as if someone had entered, so I immediately looked back to look, but there was no one at all. This time I heard clearly, it was indeed someone, I thought that it could be that my grandmother had come back, so I went out to the door to see, not to mention the house, even the courtyard was not half a person, and the courtyard door was still closed, if someone came back, I could hear it.

I turned back and opened the little box, and it wasn't until I opened it that I finally knew what my grandfather was trying to tell me.