It was a little late, so I cleaned the bedroom, made the bed, and made a bunk on the floor, ready to sleep.

The quilt and mattress have a strange smell if they don't dry for a long time, Xiaohai's eyes don't look at us, his expression is light, and he said that you can sleep if you can, and if you can't sleep, go to sleep in the car, I don't mind. Bai Yafeng smiled, immediately gaged, and said Oh, I'll go, I wanted to go to sleep in the car, but I'm sorry when you say this.

I didn't make a mistake, and began to study the bed frame of the old bed in Xiaohai's room again. I'm a lot older, and I've seen a lot of old-fashioned beds, all sorts of them, but this one is really weird, and the main thing is that at first glance, it doesn't look like a bed.

It's really a bit like a coffin, both in terms of shape and arrangement.

This wooden bed is made of solid materials, with few carvings, painted in deep vermilion, and each corner is rounded and slightly upturned, showing a delicate and simple style, which has never been seen before. I stepped on the edge of the bed and looked up at the bed frame, the top of the bed was not flat like a normal bed, but had four sides like a coffin, and the board in the middle was slightly arched.

It's really a coffin shape, and the more you look at it, the more terrifying it becomes.

When Xiaohai saw me studying the bed, she came over to me and told me that this bed was made by her father, and told me where there were hidden mechanisms and where the space could be opened. As he spoke, he showed us four of them, two dark compartments under the bed; There is a hidden drawer at the head of the bed; The hooks of the two hanging tents open up a board on the side of the top of the bed. She said that she didn't know before, but she had slowly figured it out over the past few years, and she might not have found it.

I was instantly interested, took out a pocket flashlight from my bag and began to look carefully, asking her if there was anything hidden in it when the mechanism was first opened. She said that there were 500 yuan in the drawer at the head of the bed, and that the note with the addresses of Beipaigou and Chenjiawu was found from the secret compartment under the bed.

I carefully searched, and from time to time to fiddle with the known mechanisms, really every place is exquisite, and the bed frame is integrated, if it weren't for Xiaohai to show me, I would definitely not be able to find it, perfect to the realm of art.

Back in the day, Uncle Xiu would always make me some delicate toys, such as the little wooden figure that can be deformed when you twist it, and the bracelet I wear on my wrist that can be used as a weapon. I have no doubt that the canister containing the secrets of the human soul is his.

I really want to know if Uncle Xiu has used what he is good at to leave some important information about the "Juan" organization, just like Xia Dongyi used paintings to record the past, I think Uncle Xiu may have similar behavior.

Of course, I also know that even if there is, it is certainly not something that can be found and cracked casually.

Just like Xia Dongyi's paintings, we haven't been able to see much seriousness after looking at them for so long.

It's a pity that I'm really not good at this kind of thing, and I can't find anything worth caring about after sweating profusely. Xiao Hai was not interested in studying because he had already studied it, and Bai Yafeng probably thought that my behavior of lying on the ground and pouting to study the bed board was very ridiculous, and he didn't know where to run after laughing.

After looking for a long time, I was so tired that I couldn't get anything at all, so I had to give up, go to the kitchen to get a bowl, put it under the faucet and flush it a few times, take a bowl full of tap water, walk to the yard, stand in the middle of the yard, raise my neck and drink it into my stomach like a Liangshan hero drinking.

The moon was big, a clear night, a little unreal, and my two wet hands glowed silver in the moonlight, like elves in the movies. Afraid that Bai Yafeng would be frightened when he saw it, he hurriedly retreated to the hall.

I can't understand how my skin glows silvery in the moonlight when it comes to water. I have investigated many, many sources, and only one piece of information seems to be related to my situation, that is, a few years ago, a surfer in the United States died in a shipwreck, and after the body washed ashore, it glowed silvery in the moonlight, which led many experts to dissect and study the body, and finally came to the conclusion that it was caused by the toxin of some kind of luminescent jellyfish living in the deep sea.

I didn't understand it before, but considering the various clues that I investigated later, I have reason to wonder if Su Mosen used the toxin of the deep sea jellyfish to do some kind of dog blood experiment in my body, which led to this unbelievable luminescence phenomenon.

It's not impossible.

If you can't find someone from Su Mosen, it will probably be difficult to have a definite answer to these things. I used to want him to die out and never come back, but now it's a bit vague, and occasionally I hope he's still alive, and I hope he can tell me everything about the past, and the sins he did to me, and whether I will have strange and horrible symptoms in the future.

In fact, I knew very well in my heart that even if Su Mosen came back, it would be impossible to fulfill my wish and tell me everything I wanted to know.

The surroundings were quiet, except for the occasional call of night birds, there was no other sound, and I couldn't catch the traces of Xiaohai and Bai Yafeng at all, and I didn't know where they went. I looked at the courtyard, and then at the furnishings in the hall, and I felt like I had suddenly fallen into a grave, and something terrible flashed in my mind, and I panicked. Just as he was about to make a phone call, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance on the path outside the yard, and it was the two of them who listened intently.

It turned out that the two of them went along the embankment to find He Shou Wu together, Bai Yafeng already had a lot of white hair at a young age, and he heard the old man say that he often used the roots of He Shou Wu to wash it well, so Xiao Hai took him to the river embankment to look for it, and when he went out, he saw that I was looking for a mechanism so energetically, so he didn't say hello to me. The two of them came back talking and laughing, gained a little, and proudly brought up the He Shou Wugen they found to me.

At this time, the old lazy called and said that the matter was done, Zhou Changshou had been tied to the house, tied up like a dumpling and thrown in the laundry room, did not alarm anyone before and after, and did not use the identity of the police.

I clenched my fists and smiled, and whispered to him to give him water and food regularly, to make sure that he didn't die, and that he couldn't escape.

Then I saw that it was very late, Bai Yafeng had to get up early tomorrow morning to go to the office, so he didn't continue to toss around, and went to bed quickly.

Bai Yafeng slept on the floor, and Xiaohai and I slept on the bed.

This bed really looks like a coffin, sleeping on the bed, there is a feeling of dying in the end.

And gradually, the deeper the night and the quieter the surroundings, the more I felt that the whole house was like a tomb. This feeling was so strong that I couldn't sleep with my eyes open, and my mind was full of cranky thoughts, thinking and thinking and suddenly remembering something.

I remembered that in those legends about King Jin Jue, there was a plot that said that when Qin Shi Huang's eldest son Fusu was in the north, he had a hunting outskirts and met a tribe that could only wander around because they were spurned and driven away. The reason why that tribe was expelled was because they used the tomb as their home and the coffin as their bed, and they lived like ghosts, which was too unlucky, and people thought that dealing with them would be doomed, so they were expelled everywhere.

Legend has it that the people of that tribe are good at all kinds of agency information, and the greatest use of this ability is defensive buildings and underworld houses.

Legend has it that the tribe is called the "Xiu Clan".

The hairs on my body stood on end, my back was cold, and I unconsciously took a long breath, a little frightened in it.

Once again, the legend is in tune with reality, and so close, so accessible, so natural!

The legend of King Jin Jue is true nine times out of ten, and Uncle Xiu is the descendant of the "Xiu clan" who was expelled and later adopted by Fusu.

It's really strange, when I first heard the word "Xiu Clan", why didn't I associate them with Uncle Xiu in the first place.

I guess I subconsciously hope that none of those legends are true.

Don't dare to think any further.

I slept until dawn, and the sun shone brightly from the window to the wall. After we got up and stuffed some bread and potato chips into our stomachs for breakfast, Xiaohai told me to stay at home and wait, she went to the town to do some errands, and went to the wine master's house, and then went out with Bai Yafeng.

I stayed at home and had nothing to do, so I began to study the mechanism on the bed again, thinking that I could find some pattern from the few mechanisms I knew, and thus find a new one, but in vain I found nothing. So he turned to other furniture, but he still found nothing, but he just refused to give up, and felt that a person like Uncle Xiu's craftsmanship and IQ and the secret of his peerless identity could not leave no clues for his daughter, and it was unforgivable if he really did so.

When Xiaohai came back, I was squatting under the Eight Immortals Table to study the back of the desktop board and the corners and corners, because I had been squatting for a long time, I was a little dizzy, and I was too engrossed, so I didn't hear the movement outside, her two fat legs suddenly appeared, which made me very embarrassed, and I wanted to quit quickly, but I was too anxious, and I slammed into my head, which was even more embarrassing.

I crawled out from under the table and looked up at Xiao Hai, trying to smile and find a step down for my ugliness, but I was frightened by her appearance.

She stood straight on the threshold, her face dead white, tears in her eyes, and an old old bamboo clay cigarette stick in her right hand, breathless with grief and indignation.

I was so frightened that I couldn't do it, and I didn't care that my face was covered with dust and cobwebs, so I quickly pounced over and looked her up and down to make sure that she wasn't hurt, at least from the physical posture it didn't look like she had fought with someone, so I put down my snack a little, helped her to sit down in a chair next to the table of the Eight Immortals, poured her a glass of water, and then asked her what was wrong, if something was wrong.