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Even I still have the heart, and only sent eight pictures with staggered page numbers each. He also said very mysteriously that they should also keep each other secret, otherwise, there will be murder to rob them. It's still the Black Shadow Ghost who came to rob it. I'm doing this to protect them.

They were stunned when they heard it, and they believed it very much.

The rest is for me to find someone to do it among my real friends.

On Sunday, I went to eight photo studios in the city, large and small, and offered a high price for the technical help of the photo studios. At first, when people heard that this business was too little, they refused to get started. As soon as he heard my price, he agreed to take the job.

I was so tired from arranging this incident that I collapsed directly in a snack bar in the city, and when I refused to leave, Jiang Yidong called me. He brought me new news. Old Chen Baba is missing. If something happens to this kind of shop, he is only responsible for the mismanagement, that is, a fine, and he doesn't need to be detained or anything. He's already paid the money, what's missing?

I think it's because those materials don't care so much about him as the number two, so it's reasonable to play missing.

Sleepy, he returned home before dark, but he ran into Jiang Lichen who was about to go out. I was surprised and asked, "Where to go?" Just went back to the village? Skipping meals? ”

"I have something to do with Wang Fan, you eat by yourself, and we'll leave later."

Seeing that he was in a hurry to leave, I also hurriedly got into the car, and I had to follow him anyway. Otherwise, I'd be scared tonight when I'm alone at home.

Jiang Lichen didn't drive me out of the car, and drove to pick up Wang Fan first. In the car, he told me that he had already heard from Chenghuang about the grandson of the registered special technician on the information. As long as their family continues to do this, they will definitely have to deal with Chenghuang. And on the Chenghuang side, it seems to sell Jiang Lichen's face very much. It's not hard to ask about something.

As for calling Wang Fan, there is a middleman, and it is easier to talk. If the grandson of that family is really so powerful, it is possible to give Jiang Lichen seconds as soon as they meet.

Wang Fan got into the car and said, "We're going over now, it should be too late to get there." ”

"Have you been?" I asked.

"Visited once many years ago. Help my dad deliver something. Right in their town. It's really far from here. I think the address is still in the village, and by the time we find it, it's already eleven or twelve. ”

Jiang Lichen asked while driving: "If you really can't accompany me for something, you won't get in the car." Since you get in the car, you must have time. What do you want to say now? ”

Wang Fan leaned on the back of the driver's seat and said, "I didn't eat." ”

I hurriedly leaned over as well: "Dear, I haven't eaten either." ”

This point is when the lights of thousands of homes are lit up and everyone is eating at home.

We finally got the chance to eat. It's just a boxed lunch in the car. Wang Fan didn't understand, why couldn't he have a good meal, so he had to be in such a hurry?

However, I watched Jiang Lichen smoke while driving, and I guess he was also very uneasy. There is no point in going this time, if the other party doesn't understand, maybe he will give him a grid directly. He still wants to hold Jiang Lichen's identity now, if he is checked, this identity will definitely be a problem. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to get Wang Fan out.

When we found the village, it was past eleven o'clock in the evening. In the hazy moonlight, the village slept quietly in the col.

It's a village, but it's much better than the one I work in. There are neatly planned houses, uniform structures, uniform orientations, uniform colors, and street lights.

Wang Fan looked around and said, "Come with me, I know which one it is." ”

"Throwing stones and asking for directions?" I chased after it, picking up a small rock on the side of the road and preparing to throw it towards the house on the other side of the village. It seems that in something, I have seen this trick.

Wang Fan didn't even look at me, and walked towards the village. Jiang Lichen pointed to a house over there and said, "There is such a big gossip on that house, don't you see it?" ”

Looking in the direction he pointed, sure enough, on the roof of the second floor of a house, there were two large gossip with a diameter of one meter. I still couldn't believe it and said, "Isn't that the TV signal receiver in the village?" ”

"That's a piece of gossip!" Wang Fan said with certainty, and also walked over there. In this village, only that family has gossip, it should be that family.

He walked to the door of the courtyard and stood at the door and told us to take a few steps back before he tapped on the door. The door was opened by a half-old child, holding a kerosene lamp in his hand and shining a light on Wang Fan.

Wang Fan said, "Hello, we are here to find your master. I am, ghost. You know what. ”

But the boy did not listen to him at all, but looked at us with a kerosene lamp, and said, "Come in." My uncle said that there would be two flowers tonight. ”

"Yo, awesome! It's like watching TV. I was amazed, and followed the boy into the courtyard.

Wang Fan was still frowning and thinking, "What two flowers?" We came to visit, and we didn't bring flowers. ”

I caught up with the boy and asked, "What's going on with that big gossip on the second floor of your house?" Do you have any big monsters here that need that thing to suppress? ”

The boy looked up at the big gossip above: "That's the receiving antenna of the TV." Make it like this, and receive the signal better. Master doesn't like the fact that there is a big cauldron lid on top of the house. ”

Wang Fan's face stiffened and cracked again. I almost didn't laugh.

When I walked into the house, there was a living room for a god I didn't know. Like many rural families, there is a fire pit in the middle of the house. It was the middle of the night, and the charcoal fire in the fire pit was still very red, and there was a man in his sixties sitting next to him. He held a large iron clamp in his hand and held a charcoal fire.

The boy put down the kerosene lamp at the shrine and said, "Uncle, they are coming." ”

"Sit down. It's cold. ”

Good talk! It's really good. We are really worried about this way, this master is too powerful, we can see at a glance that Jiang Lichen is the physique of the flower demon + the old corpse of the mountain village, and we will kill it when we come up, we really need Wang Fan's shield.

We sat down, and the old man told the boy to go to sleep first. The boy did not disobey his order in the slightest, and went straight upstairs.

The old man picked a charcoal fire: "I know why you came. It's just that I'm doing it to my grandfather, I'm not as high as him, and I can't help you. ”

"Do you think, do you really know what I came to want?" Jiang Lichen finally spoke. From the moment he got out of the car, he didn't speak.

The old man looked at him straight and straight for a long time before he said, "You have been changed by someone, your memory has been changed, and you have died." One dies and doesn't know who he is, isn't this a lifelong regret? You want to get yourself back. ”

"Nope! I am Jiang Lichen, no matter what I have experienced, I am Jiang Lichen now. I didn't think about getting myself back. ”

The old man looked at him in astonishment, he must have miscalculated this.

"I'm coming to you this time to ask you to help me remember, your grandfather. Whether it's his appearance, his personality, or his abilities, what happened after he was drafted. I seem to know everything that has to do with him. ”

"You're just here to hear the story?"

"Yes, I'm just here to hear the story. Of course, you can also refuse me. But I have many ways to know these stories. When Jiang Lichen spoke, his eyes were looking upstairs. Naked threats. If the old man didn't tell the story well, he would have told it to the child.

The old man lowered his head and kept holding the charcoal fire, slowly building the shape of a pagoda. It took a long time to tell the story.

He said that when he was born, his grandfather was no longer at home. The family said that the grandfather died outside, and some people said that the grandfather followed the people in the army. Rural people don't know what kind of army it is, and where to find it. It's just that their family has been doing this for generations, and they believe that as long as their grandfather lives, he will not leave the job of his ancestors.

In his memory, his grandfather went home once. At that time, he was only eight or nine years old. At that time, the world was not yet peaceful, and it was too backward. It was still the time of the Cultural Revolution. Grandpa came back and left again within two days. As soon as he left, the whole family was driven to parade through the streets. Because they shielded the old feudal grandfather.

In just those two days, his grandfather had a great influence on him. Grandpa hugged him and said that he had done a lot of immoral things in the past few years. He didn't even know if he was doing the right thing. He killed many people and changed the fate of many people. But he said to the eldest grandson very solemnly: "Remember, grandpa is not a bad person. If Grandpa didn't do that, the whole country would be ruined. Now we are alive because many people have paid for it with death. Grandpa, I did those things in order to let more people live. ”

That's all Grandpa said to him. After Grandpa left, two groups of people came to look for him. With a pleasant face, they also sent rice to their family. The other wave was very fierce, they came to the house and rummaged for things, and asked the family to hand over the things left by their grandfather. After the two groups left, the villagers began to criticize their family.

It took him several years before he found a book that his grandfather had sewn into the quilt from his quilt. It was a fragment, and the book was burned. But before he burned it, he read the book.

The old man said, "I'm not a god, and I've almost forgotten it when I see it." But I still remember what was written in it. ”

There were some words in the fragment that even the old man couldn't read, and there were notes made by his grandfather in it. Judging from his notes, his grandfather completed some of the rituals in the fragments, and there were some records of success, as well as reflections on failures. That ritual is about the making of masks, the change of faces, the change of voices, and the change of memories. To do such a ritual, there is always a sacrifice. It's like changing your face and voice, it's definitely going to kill people. And not everyone wears a mask, they will become someone else. Some people have become other people, replacing the original people. Others, leaving scars on their faces, became the target of the masked soul's resentment. Changing memories also requires death, and these things are all at the cost of death and life.

He didn't know why his grandfather was doing this at that time, and who he was helping to do. These things have been buried in his heart for many years. Just this month, he dreamed several times, dreaming of his grandfather. He always felt that his grandfather's affairs might not be over. He calculated for himself, knowing that two flowers would come to him tonight.

"I know that it wasn't people who came to me, it was two flowers. There's also a ghost difference. "The story of the old man is over. I looked at the fire in the pit and felt my cheeks roasted hot.

"Old man, you are so powerful, then you can help us calculate what the other party's purpose is. Who are they. I asked.

The old man smiled helplessly: "My grandfather told me in a dream that if someone came to the door, treat him politely." Let me not get involved in these things. He has lost his life for these things, and he can't let our family be cut off. ”

This means that he is only responsible for telling the story, and for the rest, I don't think he will help me with a dime.

Jiang Lichen stood up: "Okay, thank you." Thank you grandpa for helping me too. ”

Jiang Lichen is leaving, and Wang Fan and I naturally have to follow. He walked very fast, and I hurried to catch up with him: "Hey, hey. ”

The old man also hurriedly followed us out, and said, "You really don't want me to help you find your old memories?" You don't want to know who you really are? ”

Jiang Lichen stood in front of the car, and then looked back at the old man who chased him: "It doesn't matter who I am, I must be Jiang Lichen now!" Because I still have things I haven't done, waiting for Jiang Lichen to do it. People live a lifetime, they don't have to think about who they are, they think more about what they can do in this life. No need to send it. ”

Back in the car, I shivered a little uncomfortably. From the warm fire pond to the cold wind, the temperature difference makes people feel particularly cold. Even if the heating is turned on in the car, the warm air will not blow for the first few minutes.

Wang Fan asked Jiang Lichen: "You are not Jiang Lichen?" So you really don't want to know who you are? ”

"I don't want to!"

When the heat finally blew out, I began to think about what the old man had just said. I analyzed: "The old man said that he also made the mask. That said, in the beginning, it was the task of your organization to make masks. This kind of substitution of living people and making a one, two, three, or four is their bad taste. Later, when his grandfather came back, two groups of people came to their house with completely different attitudes, that is, either Qin Hua's operation was discovered, and another domestic force began to pay attention to his grandfather. Or maybe there are traitors in the organization, and the organization is split into two parts. ”

"Why domestic forces? Didn't you say that there was still a Japanese dogleg translator at that time? Wang Fan asked me.