Xiaohai's words scared me, a young girl, what kind of thing did she do to dig up graves and open coffins, it's crazy!

I said, "Xiaohai, are you kidding?" ”

She looked indifferent and said, "Who is joking with you." ”

Then I was speechless, and I kept my face thinking about what kind of situation would make her do the work of digging up the grave and opening the coffin, and lack the money to rob the tomb? Thinking about her ability to pick the lock and find the mechanism, I'm afraid it's really not impossible. But tomb robbing and slipping locks can be the same thing!

Seeing that I suddenly stopped ringing, she raised her face to look at me, slowly shook her head and sighed, and said, "What you said just now is right, you will definitely not be able to accept many situations, you are too weak." ”

After a pause, he said: "The matter of digging people's graves, not for anything else, is unwilling, and after the fact, it was repaired for others, and the repair was better than before, and on the second day of Qingming every year, I went to burn some paper money." ”

I asked her what the hell was going on.

She hesitated seriously, threw away the newspaper in her hand, lowered her eyes and asked, "Do you remember last time, you asked me if I ever had a boy I liked?" ”

I remember.

She said: "It's that boy, when I was in elementary school, I sat at the same table, he was very good to me, and he was good to me in the whole school, I really liked him, and I wasn't afraid of you laughing, and I thought about marrying him as a wife when I grew up." But during the summer vacation of the fourth grade, he died suddenly. The family said that he was naughty, and he put a lot of bubble gum in his mouth and chewed it together, accidentally swallowed it, and choked to death. No one said anything, so he was buried. I don't believe it, I'm not reconciled, dig the grave and open the coffin to check it myself, there is no bubble gum at all, it's the pig liver, it's the pig liver choked to death, his father is a butcher, there are always a lot of pigs in the water at home, his stepmother abused him, forced him to eat pigs raw and went into the water more than once or twice, that time finally happened, I guess she got her wish. ”

My heart broke when I heard it.

I asked her if she had a boy she liked, and she said that she did, and he died, and I just thought it was a joke, and I didn't take it to heart.

I asked her what happened to her.

"Not much," she said. What else do you think? ”

I think about it, too, she was in the same class as the boy, which means that she was still a child the year the boy died, even if she knew that he would not be blind to death.

I tried to comfort her, but I couldn't find the words to say, so I had to be silent. She continued to rummage through the newspapers, and the sound of sorrow immediately filled the space. Then she spoke again and said something else. and then slowly brought the topic back to the present.

She said: "Actually, I knew that my family had dealings with your family in the past, so I agreed to stay, and I didn't ask because I wasn't sure what Su Mosen had to do with my father, and I wasn't sure how much you knew, so I wanted to observe for a few more days before deciding whether to ask or whether to leave or stay." ”

I was so shocked I couldn't believe my ears.

Xiao Hai didn't look at me, just did what he was doing, carefully sorting out the broken newspapers, and said in a voice similar to talking to himself: "I'm sensitive to numbers, not to mention that the license plate number of your car is so easy to remember." The winter before my dad disappeared, after taking me to the town next door to catch the market, he went to meet another person, Su Mosen, and I recognized the photo under the glass that day. The two of them stood on the side of the road and talked for a long time, I don't remember what they said, I guess I didn't understand it at the time, but I remember that both of them had a very strong temper, as if they disagreed on something, and they broke up after the quarrel. ”

The meeting she was talking about was the one I remembered, when I was in the car, watching the two adults quarrel through the filmed window, and the chubby little girl next to her was a little panicked, but she didn't cry, only pulled Uncle Xiu's clothes a few times to try to persuade him to go home.

Xiaohai said again: "I don't remember Su Mosen's appearance before, but after I came home with you, when I saw the photo, I remembered it again, it must be him, it won't be wrong." ”

I was stunned, but it took me a while to finally regain my strength and nod my head slowly.

I always thought I was hiding it from her, it turned out that she already knew, probably because she wasn't sure what I was keeping her for, and secretly observed my every move, word and deed, I wanted to chat in the living room downstairs just now, I talked about my future plans, she was so cold, saying that you are you and I am me, I'm afraid it's all because I hide too much from her, so I have obstacles in my heart, I don't want to have a deep friendship with me, I don't want to involve too much emotion and so on.

Thinking of this, I smiled and sighed, looked at her fixedly, almost pleading in my eyes, apologized to her, and said: "It was wrong for me to hide it from you before, and I promise not to do this in the future, don't worry about me, for Uncle Xiu's sake, we will be sisters in the future, okay?" ”

She spread out the last piece of newspaper, flattened it, folded it, wiped her sweat, looked up at me with a numb expression, and said, "In terms of age, I should call you grandma, right?" Or a higher generation? Mrs. Grandma? Mrs. Grandma? ”

I couldn't react at first, and then I choked up and kicked her in anger.

She laughed, and no longer spoke, but put the old newspapers that had not been cut into the box, and then counted the ones that had been cut, not many, twelve, and handed them to me, and said, "You must have a way to find out what Su Mosen had cut out, right?" ”

I took it and said, "I should be able to." ”

She patted her ass and stood up and said, "Go down to bed, it's not early." ”

Turning off the electric light in the attic only to find that it was already dawning, and the desolate light shone in through the skylight, illuminating this low space with an old feeling that only old photos can have, a little weird.

When I went downstairs, I told her to go to bed, and went back to the study by herself, and spread out the twelve sheets of newspaper, and studied the parts that had been cut out of them, three of them with holes in the middle seam, and a very small one, and the other ones were distributed in various pages, and of various sizes.

Because it is a newspaper in several cities, and the year is relatively early, I am afraid that there is no way to rely on the search engine, I guess I have to run to the library, the library or call the local newspaper, the workload is still a bit large, fortunately there are only 12 copies, if it is 120, I have to die on it.

At half past seven, I casually got some bread and milk to fill my stomach, left a note for Xiaohai, and drove out, ran to the municipal museum, ran to the library, was busy all day, and the harvest was good, I found two original newspapers with complete contents, and took photos of the parts that Su Mosen had cut with my mobile phone, one of which was a missing person notice, looking for a person named Cai Zhong, and the other was news, a large "flower of death" was suddenly found in the cemetery behind a village called Hengtian in Qianzhou City.

The so-called "flower of death" is actually a crystal orchid, a deer hoof plant, because it cannot photosynthesize, relying on decaying plants to obtain nutrients, and it looks a little weird, so it is called "the flower of the dead".

I don't know what this has to do with Su Mosen.

When he went home, Xiaohai had already prepared dinner and was waiting there, a big table of delicious food and steaming.

In the next few days, I also looked up the newspaper clippings, concentrated all my attention, and almost left behind the fatal "Hand of God" serial case in the bureau, until the old lazy called and asked me what I meant by suddenly not even showing my face.

I looked at the time, it was past ten o'clock in the evening, and I thought they were really pitiful, working overtime in a row, and often couldn't eat.

The old lazy fed again, and asked me if I would answer the question.

I smiled and said, "It's not interesting, I just think it's okay, you're a person who is too suspicious, and you always talk about yin and yang, and it's too difficult to deal with, so just avoid it, I can't afford to provoke you, I can always hide it, don't you say it." ”

This was quite serious, but because I didn't speak in a very serious tone, it probably sounded like a joke to him, so he just said "oh" and told me to come over tomorrow if I had time to discuss the case.

I asked him if he was making progress.

"If you find that the case is getting more and more complex, it can be considered progress, then there is progress," he said. ”

Without saying anything else, he hung up the phone.

Xiaohai happened to come in and asked me if I wanted to sleep today.

I thought for a while and said, "Let's get some sleep, although it seems that I can hold on a little longer, but in case I have to rotate in the future, it is better to replenish some energy." ”

I turned off the computer as I spoke, sorted out the things I had found in the past few days, turned off the lights and locked the door and went upstairs, Xiaohai walked the stairs and suddenly snorted, as if he was laughing, and said: "You are a bit like a robot, sleep and energy can be stored." ”

I nodded: "Well, that's really the case, but unfortunately I checked a lot of materials, and I didn't understand what the principle was, I saw the news on the Internet that there are people in Canada who have a similar physical condition to me, and I can sleep for a long time when I'm fine, and I can go without sleeping for a long time when I'm fine, and it doesn't affect my health at all, which is listed as a mystery in the medical community, and some people say it's a disease, I don't know." ”

When I reached the third floor, she suddenly stopped, stared at me with an expression, and asked me quietly, without a trace of emotion or even curiosity: "In addition to not getting old, having great strength, feeling and smelling, which are particularly sensitive and can automatically regulate the body's energy, are there any other things that are different from others?" ”

I leaned over to her, literally under her nose, and then raised a finger to my face: "Look, look at my face." ”

She was not used to being so close to me, so she frowned and leaned back, looked at me carefully for a few moments, and then asked in a disgusted tone, "Why, do you want to tell me that you are particularly beautiful?" ”

I chuckled and asked her, "Isn't it?" ”

She rolled her eyes and ignored me.

I put away the joke on my face and said to her seriously: "I have always felt that there is a problem with my body, which is superior to ordinary people, and it may even be a huge problem, but for a while, I can't tell where the key to the problem is, I always feel that too many good things must be wrong when they fall on the head of the same person, and something will happen." ”

She lowered her eyes and was silent, probably thinking in her heart that it was not easy for me.