The first chapter of the first volume of the Lengdian Cave in "The Underworld": I am a small person, born in a remote rural village in the northeast, and after failing the college entrance examination, I was committed to solving the cause of my third uncle's illness, but because of this, I entered a strange world. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn this world, there are extremely strange tombs and conspiracies that have been brewing for thousands of years

There are also skilled tomb robbers, but there are also loyal and strange experiences that will last a lifetime. At this point, that filthy business has become the ultimate cause in my heart, and I have become a part of it myself, whether I admit it or not. My ignorance and ignorance caused me to fall into a situation from which I could not recover, and my original intention of saving others eventually caused me to fall into a situation where I could not save myself and was exhausted, and I could never return to my previous life.

Since I was a child, I didn't write seriously, and my classmates called me Liu Sanpi, but in fact, my name was Liu Bo. When I was in middle school, the school asked for everyone's household registration book to enter the real name and full name, and then I knew that my name was Liu Bo. I stood up proudly, "Haha! It turns out that my name is Liu Bo! No one is allowed to call me Liu Sanpi in the future!" But it backfired, and the whole class burst into laughter! In this way, under my announcement, I finally changed my name in the mouth of my classmates, Bozi! The neck is the neck, and it doesn't matter if it's the neck of the hands or the necks of the feet, it feels better than Liu Sanpi.

For the understanding of the real tomb robbery industry, I have listened to my third uncle. And he listened to Wu Dahei, an old man who loves to tell stories in the village, and he loves to read novels, so he really wanted to do this business. At that time, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was a famous naughty king in the village, known as Liu Sanhu, also known as Liu Daring. My grandfather's tutoring was so strict, and he still couldn't discipline the third uncle after kneeling so many times with a hoe pole. Listening to the thick, strong and black old man Wu tell the story of the tomb robbery, I finally couldn't help but want to give it a try.

But Old Man Wu also said: The real tomb robber is far from being as vigorous as in the story, but a very immoral deed. It was the life clothes of the dead who stole it, and some even stole coffins. Naturally, there will be no other sales for the things used in this kind of white thing, and they can only be sold to the shops of those white things utensils. Therefore, tomb robbers are all linked to those shops, and some of them simply open white shops and become tomb robbers. Here, the coffins, shrouds, and funeral goods are sold to the families of the deceased, and when the funeral is finished, they go to steal it back in the middle of the night, and then sell it the next day. There are also some ways here, such as the possibility of moving the grave, or the possibility of opening the tomb again, such as one of the husband and wife dies, and the other has to open the tomb and bone, so that the tomb cannot be stolen, and it is easy to have an east window incident if it is stolen. Only those tombs that will never be opened again can be robbed, and only if the body is not cremated. In recent years, cremation has become almost universal, and the trade in tomb robbery is on the verge of dying.

What kind of tomb can the third uncle rob?

The third uncle still robbed the tomb. He said it was just for fun, to try if he had the guts to show and exercise himself. In the middle of the night, I looked for those wild graves before liberation, not to mention whether there was anyone to pay respects, and no one even knew about them. As Old Man Wu said, take a big scarf, dig a hole and burrow into the coffin, tie a loose sleeve with the scarf, first put it around your neck, and then put it around the neck of the dead man, squat under the armpit of the dead man with both feet apart and look up, and the hard corpse left the bottom of the coffin straight away, and reached out to pick off the shroud worn by the dead man.

But the corpses in the tomb he opened were all decades old, and they were basically rotten and scattered, and they couldn't be so hard to owe them at all, and my third uncle gave up in frustration after doing this a few times.

I asked the third uncle, "Aren't you afraid?"

The third uncle said: "It's just playing, and practicing is guts." At first, it was really a bit of a cold hair, but I did it a few times, and I felt that there was nothing terrible at all, it was just a little disgusting!"

I still can't understand how to do it, to be face to face with a corpse, the tip of the nose and a dead person a few centimeters away! Not to mention a dead person, this is quite a psychological bottom line against a living person.

"Then aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"Hahaha, how can tomb robbers be afraid of ghosts? Tomb robbers are ghosts themselves, but they are actually more terrible than ghosts. ”

Such a disgusting job, such a despicable deed, can be told so wonderfully by that Wu Dahei, hair hills, touch gold, move mountains, and royal mountains! It's really a shame that people have two skins on their mouths, and they can say whatever they want.

"Then do you think there are really ghosts in the world?"

"Absolutely. "What the third uncle said is as light as water, as if there is no need to ask at all, it is not worth mentioning.

"Have you seen it, what a ghost looks like?"

"Don't explain ghosts through human eyes, you don't have to understand ghosts, and you can't understand them!"

I still don't understand, don't say understand ghosts, I don't even understand this sentence. Of course, I was still young, only twelve or thirteen years old, but now that I'm older, I've graduated from high school.

The third uncle is crazy! Who knows what he has experienced. Because he had a bad reputation in the village since he was a child, he couldn't marry a wife. I went on a long trip a year ago and went crazy when I came back. This is just my general understanding, at that time, I was in high school with my uncle's cousin Liu Chengdu in the county seat, so I couldn't understand the specifics of the matter. According to his father, he seemed to have gone to rob the tomb again, and when he was unknown, he had secretly gone out to rob the tomb several times, and no one knew whether he had gained anything or not, and no one knew what he had done.

Third uncle, what have you experienced?

In 2006, the elder brother of the uncle's family was admitted to university, which is a geological university in Gansu. And I fell off the list!

I didn't want to go to school anymore, I studied for more than ten years, and when I came home, I felt like it had taken me more than ten years to learn to walk and speak. I didn't know what I should do or what I wanted to do, and I was even more tired of the countryside, so I spent some days wandering around, not knowing where to go.

"I want to go see the third uncle!"

"Look what he's doing! Who's going to visit him in a psychiatric hospital. "My father's attitude made me a little strange.

But this visit has since opened up my thrilling and strange life. It's all to blame for my own ignorance and recklessness, and I don't know how thick the sky is, and I have the ability to cause trouble but I can't get out.

I took an hour's train to the county seat, and there were streets along the streets and alleys, and went straight to the south. When I went to the suburbs, I saw the farmland in the land, and finally found it.

The gate rushed to the east, and the iron ayako was rusty, and it was overgrown with weeds and a depression inside. It's just that there are a few sheep intestine paths that divide the barren grassland in the yard, indicating that there should be people inside. There is only a four-story building, and the long L-shaped building turns south in the western section, with quaint, heavy, lead-gray walls and mottled red tile roofs, which look very old. The eerie momentum made me feel a chill in my heart, and I was a little hesitant to go in. It took me a lot of strength to shake the big iron door out of my voice.

"Anyone?" I called several times and waited for a moment before I heard an old man, not tall but strong, coming out of a small door at the east end of the building, with a spirit coming towards me. It was worthy of a mental hospital, and even an old man was so energetic! But he didn't approach the iron gate, and asked me from a distance, "What's the matter?"

"Is this a mental hospital?"

"Who are you looking for?"

"I have a relative who is a patient here and I want to see him!"

He paused for a moment and said, "Wait a minute!" and turned and walked towards the middle of the building, where there was a main entrance with Mida, and the old man squeaked open the door and entered. I waited for a while, almost half an hour before I came out, took out a bunch of keys and opened a small foot door in the middle of the big iron door, "Come in!" I followed into the building and turned into the shady corridor, the hot day outside was sweaty, but when I entered the building, I was surrounded by a chill, and I couldn't help but shiver and felt like entering a long-abandoned basement. Turning into an office, the old man said a few words to a man in a white coat and went out. The lab coat sat at the table, looked up at me and said, "Who are you?"

"My third uncle. ”

"What's your name?"

"Liu Shili. ”

He pondered for a moment and said, "Our patients here are special and generally emotionally unstable, so it is generally not recommended to visit. But if you're worried, I can let you know. However, you should be careful not to communicate too much with the patient to avoid affecting his mood. ”

"Okay, I'll just see. ”

"If you catch up, you can eat some sick meals here and see how the food here is, so you can rest assured. ”

I didn't squeak, thinking about how I should eat the food here?

So he began to write and draw, wrote a list, which was basically a receipt for visitation, and then took me to a room on the west side of the second floor and asked me to sit and wait. After a while, two men came to the room vigilantly with my third uncle, and the doctor in the coat followed behind. The third uncle sat down on the chair across the table, his eyes straight at me.

I held back the tears in my eyes, told him that he shouldn't, said nothing he said, and looked at me with an indifferent expression. I couldn't, so I muttered to myself, unable to ask him for a reaction.

"I didn't get into college, I did. What are you doing here, third uncle, what made you like this?・・・・・・" I thought of where I said it, and he looked at me blankly, and he couldn't tell which of us was sick. After about ten minutes, the third uncle suddenly bowed down to me, smiled strangely, and said, "When I live, I'll take you out! The two men vigilantly pressed the third uncle's shoulders, and as soon as the doctor ordered, they pulled the third uncle out. The third uncle was still laughing, and the laughter was getting farther and farther away in the corridor, and the last sound of the door closing made the laughter so far that I couldn't hear it. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I fell on the table and wept.

The doctor sat down across from me and waited for me to calm down.

"We psychiatrists need to understand the patient's thoughts, so that they can think about the problem from their own point of view, so that they can understand the condition and give the right treatment. What do you think is the reason for him to be the way he is now?"

"It's just that no one knows, he went to rob the tomb because of fun, and he went out a year ago, and he came back like this, it seems that he fell ill after coming back, and I don't know the specifics. What do you think is his situation now?"

"He always thought he was dead, waiting to be reborn. He was more sober when he talked to you just now, but most of the time he wasn't in such a good state. ”

On the way back, I always wondered what the third uncle said, was my spirit also infected? If what the third uncle said was worth believing, then what did he mean? "When I live, I'll take you out." Everything will be mine then!" I pondered over and over again.

I suddenly remembered one thing, that is, the third uncle had built a grave for himself when he was not sick. He only took me to pay homage to himself. Incense was put on decently, tributes were placed, and paper money was burned. I asked him, "Who is buried in this grave?"

"It's me!" he said.

"What? Yourself? Aren't you here?"

He smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

The grave is dead? By the way, what secrets will there be in his grave? yes, when you get home, go and open his grave to see what is going on!

I couldn't sleep all night, and it was almost dawn before I was hazy. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I casually put on my coat and carried a shovel and walked out of the house. Father and mother were very strange, "Why does this kid get up so early?" I was in no mood to answer.

More than a kilometre south of the village there is a sand hill surrounded by swamps, and only people who know the terrain well can walk to the sand hill without getting their shoes wet. There are 50 acres of wasteland planted with crops on the sand hill, and there are several graves scattered in the southeast more than ten meters away from the crop field, one of which is the one that the third uncle brought me to pay respects. A simple earthen bag, and a wordless tombstone. I guess what's going to be inside the tomb. If I dig up this tomb and open the coffin, it is indeed the body of the third uncle, then who is the third uncle in the mental hospital? Or is it someone else's rotten corpse, do I have the courage to face it like the third uncle? Not to mention facing the corpse, even digging the grave in such a desolate cemetery like now, I feel that my scalp is numb. After thinking for a long time, I knelt down on the tombstone in front of the grave and said, "Third Uncle!" or something else, whether it is the third uncle or not, my nephew has worshipped! I want to open your mansion today in order to understand the affairs of the third uncle, in order to cure the third uncle's illness, and I do not have any selfish desires. If there is any disrespect, please forgive me, there is no blame, there is no blame!"

After studying for a long time, I finally found that the wordless tombstone can be loosened! Rotate 90 degrees and then pull it down in the direction of the sealed mound, which will lift the base of the tombstone, so that it will reveal a hole that can only be drilled into one person, and after entering, the tombstone can be restored inside, so that the outside can not see anything unusual. Two meters down the stairs to a space the size of a half-room, there was a burning oil lamp, and I didn't know if it was burning on its own as the air entered or if it was just burning all the time.

There weren't many things, just two boxes, wrapped in plastic sheeting. A small one is the size of a television set and sits on top of a large box. A large box is the size of two small boxes.

I carefully opened the plastic sheeting of the bag, revealing the small box. The box is very rough, but the wood is still good, and if you simply lock it, the big box is the same. I didn't have a key and decided to pry it open, but it didn't seem that hard to pry anyway, so I used a shovel to pry open the box. There is a small book with some place names written in it, and some place names are ticked, but most of them are not ticked. Underneath the notebook is a square piece of stuff wrapped in plastic cloth, open it and see, it is actually stacks of banknotes, RMB! I roughly counted it, about less than 500,000! This is a huge amount of money in our rural area, it seems that the third uncle is really material, it should be the income of tomb robbery, right? I don't understand the things in the big box, there are bronze ware with green embroidery, there are clay fired round cakes with lotus reliefs, and there are a few pieces of jade products and a short knife more than a foot long, gilded scabbard and handle. I didn't understand it, so I had to take that notebook back and study it slowly. And the money, I really don't know what to do. After a wad of money, everything went back to the way it was and left.

I carefully looked at the palm-sized little book for a while, and the first few pages were all names that looked like place names, such as: Lengjiadian, Tongwan City, Black Lama City, and many more. Some of them ticked a piece, if it was a record made by the third uncle, the hook should have been, or had no value, or had no gain, and I couldn't understand what it meant, but most likely he had already been. But not to mention the date, not even the order is indicated. Although there are still some messy records, they are not very well connected. I wanted to know what the last place he went to, but I had no idea.

I've heard some of the names here, such as Baylor's Tomb and Lengjiadian. The tomb of Baylor should be near the old Baylor Mansion where my family is five or six villages apart, and I have heard since I was a child that it was a Baylor Mansion before liberation, and it is now Daquanzi Village when it comes out of Baylor Mansion. There used to be a spring there, and there was no winter or summer. At that time, the house of Baylor drove the cattle, sheep, mules, and horses out of the pen from the morning when the sun came out, and passed through the shallow stream from which the spring flowed, and it was not until three poles in the sun that the cattle in the pen were driven out, and there was no count of how many animals. After noon, when the sun turned yellow, the men who herded the horses rode after them more than ten miles away, drove the cattle back, and could not finish the cattle in the dark until it was dark! This was the scale of the cattle pen in Baylor House in those years. Now the glory is long gone, and there is only one grave left in the original Baylor Mansion with more than a dozen entrances, and the villagers call this Baylor Tomb. When the third uncle went here, it should have been a long time ago, because it was so close to home, if he wanted to rob the tomb, he would naturally use it here to practice first, so it should not be the cause of the third uncle's illness now. The other one I know is Lengjiadian, but I only know that it is a place southeast of my house, and I have heard some stories about it before liberation. It was a relatively large landlord's house in the vicinity, and in order to resist the Japanese and bandits, more than a dozen villagers were sent to Shenyang to buy guns. When those villagers went, they hid money in rags, and went to Shenyang all the way to ask for food, but when they came back, they became bearded (bandits), and they fought all the way back to their hometown. The sub-mother cannon was also made, and the bandits at that time were most afraid of this guy, the little willow (bandit team) of more than ten or twenty people, who could not withstand two shells and dispersed. At that time, it was a well-known earthen weizi in that area. But what does it have to do with tomb robbing? Is there a cemetery worth excavating?

I haven't heard of any other place names. So is there any connection between these place names? Where did the third uncle know about these place names?