章 1: Prologue Rainy Night
This torrential rain has been raining for several hours, and the sky at three o'clock in the morning was dark clouds billowing with lightning and thunder. Wang Xu put on his raincoat and took the shovel out of the door and walked towards the graveyard next to the apartment.
The excavation work began... Generally, there are no cars on the roads in the suburbs at this time, and naturally there are no pedestrians passing by. Of course, in such a torrential rain, even if a crowd of onlookers gathered within ten meters of Wang Xu's side, they couldn't see what he was doing, or even whether he was a ghost or a man.
Wang Xu's mood at the moment is extremely depressed. Of course, he is not because he wants to make a fortune by robbers after reading a few ghost books, but he is forced to make a fortune. In fact, he moved to the apartment next to the cemetery for only three days. Originally, his idea was... the rent of the house next to the cemetery is cheap, of course. Anyway, I am a materialist. As an otaku, I just need to stare at the computer screen. It's okay to stand in front of the window and look into the distance and shout out your ideals in life. The cemetery is the cemetery.
As a result, something strange happened the night he checked in. When he surfed the Internet until 12 o'clock, there was a constant heartbeat coming from outside the window, thumping, thumping... echoed unhurriedly. At first, Wang Xu thought it was because he had been on the Internet for too long and had auditory hallucinations, so he turned off the computer and wanted to sleep, but the sound became clearer after he fell down. It was definitely a heartbeat!
Wang Xu only felt that his throat was dry, and his body was saturated with cold sweat. You must know that outside the window is the cemetery, and there is nothing else. If the heartbeat is not against someone's chest, you can't hear it at all. So what's going on now? So the materialist thought of a good way to solve the problem, that is, not to think about anything, to take sleeping pills...
It was noon when Wang Xu woke up with a dilapidated headache the next day. He started the work that an otaku should do again, surfing the Internet, eating, surfing the Internet, and then eating dinner...it was midnight before he knew it. As the voice sounded again, Wang Xu's psychological defenses completely collapsed. So that night, he lay on the bed with his eyes open, and used his mobile phone, walkman, and old-fashioned radio to record for a long time. If it can be proved that the sound is indeed Existence means that there must be a way to explain it. This is the last straw of his materialism.
On the third morning, Wang Xu's eyes were bloodshot, and when the sound stopped, he didn't know. He couldn't even remember whether he hadn't slept all night. All he knew was that only his own breathing was in all the recording equipment. sound. So he turned on the phone and pressed the record button again.
"If I hear this recording and remember that I recorded it myself, it proves that I have no auditory hallucinations or schizophrenia, and the recording equipment is working normally."
Then he played the recording twice, sighed long, and went out to buy a shovel...
This cemetery existed before liberation, and no one managed it at all, and there were even mounds that didn't even have tombstones. After Wang Xu bought the shovel and came back, he walked to the middle of the graveyard and gritted his teeth and said, "You old immortals, who dare to harass the otaku, have a good sense of life and soul! Lao Tzu tells you, otaku, just close the door. , It's on a different plane from this universe! Different planes don't understand! If anyone dares to plop again tonight, I will come over and whip the corpse!"
He was fierce, with a hideous face, and said a set of false theories that he thought was very deterrent, and felt very relieved in his heart. As a result, his voice did not fall into the sky with a thunder, and he almost didn't scare him to the ground. But after all, he didn't get down, so he straightened his clothes again, and swaggered back to the house with his hands behind his back. He didn't know who he was doing like this. Anyway, the owner of the watermelon shop across the street was scared enough by him. Seeing this new neighbor holding a shovel in the graveyard, he almost hit 110 directly.
In fact, young people like Wang Xu with less social experience tend to be like this. They feel that they can solve everything independently. He never thought about asking the neighbors around him. He only needs to ask the boss Zhang of the watermelon shop opposite. You can know many things. For example, this small cemetery was actually the mansion of a large family in the late Qing Dynasty. Later, an unknown fire made it into ruins. In the 1930s, someone built a European-style building here. This small villa was the predecessor of the apartment where Wang Xu now lives. During the Anti-Japanese War, this building was used by the Japanese army as a temporary combat headquarters for several years, and the graveyard next to it was gradually formed during those years.
If you change to a natural genius, a handsome guy with domineering spirit, pig's feet and the like, move here, maybe you can analyze a lot of useful things from this information, but Wang Xu is just an ordinary nerd, to say special The point is that Tucao is better than the average person...
So on such a rainy night, Wang Xu hysterically shoveled the soil. The heavy rain seemed to be trying to help him. The land was already muddy and rotten. Originally, the physical work of digging a grave was a slender Wang Xu. It was a difficult job, but at this time he did it without much effort.
The heartbeat sound continued, and the sound was directly conveyed to his mind, and it was of no avail to covering his ears. It was still very clear in the torrential rain. It's under this mound! There must be something under this mound without tombstones! Wang Xu dug frantically. He had forgotten his fear. Some of them were just angry. He kept cursing, "Things that don't die, they're still thumping when they're buried in the ground. I don't care about other people's feelings, right? You are completely dead."
As he said this, the sound suddenly stopped, and then the shovel obviously hit something hard. Wang Xu's first reaction was bones, but when he saw the dug out, the flashlight in his mouth almost fell off. Come down.
"Hey...hehehe..." After smirking with a flashlight for half a minute, Wang Xu still couldn't calm his mood. "This is a treasure no matter how you look at it. You have made a fortune..."
While talking to himself, he dug out the thing completely. At this time, he had dug a pit more than two meters deep. It should be exhausted, but when he saw the wooden box, he suddenly regained his spirit. The action was actually a little faster again. This box is not big, only the size of a shoe box, but it is surprisingly heavy. Wang Xu struggled to take the box out of the pit with all his energy. When digging, he didn't pay attention either, unknowingly this pit had already exceeded his height. He was crawling with mud all over, but he didn't care at all. He quickly began to fill the soil. When he walked into the house, he didn't know how long it had passed. In short, he was too tired to lose his strength.
Wang Xu glanced out the window again and was convinced that he did not leave any obvious marks. At this time, he didn't care about sweating and muddy. He sat on the sofa and copied a piece of cloth to wipe the outside of the wooden box carefully. When he got up, he was convinced that the reason for the value of this item was not because it was dug up in the grave, but because he found that the wooden box was buried in the soil and did not rot at all, and there was no scar after being shoveled by a shovel, so The otaku's rich imagination came into play at this time. What is in this wooden box that modern high-tech can't make? It is probably agate jade, gold and silver jewelry, moonlight treasure box, etc...
"You seem to have dug up something incredible."
"Yeah, it's really lucky now...Ah! Who are you!? Why are you in my house!?" Wang Xu jumped up in shock. There was a man standing behind him, and he was about to open the wood. He suddenly spoke to him.
"Since this thing chose you, it means that you must be unique. This is my business card. Come to my office to find me today." The man said that he walked in front of Wang Xu, and then leaned forward. The business card was placed on the coffee table. It was only then that Wang Xu could see that this man was in his thirties, he had a sloppy hairstyle, his beard was not completely shaved, and his face was pale as paper. For a moment, Wang Xu even thought: Maybe I will continue. Being an otaku will become like this ten years later.
Throwing out the strange thoughts, Wang Xu yelled angrily: "You haven't answered my question yet! Who are you, I'm going to call the police!" But the person didn't seem to hear him at all. Not angry, still as quiet as water, and said weakly: "If you haven't found my office before four o'clock this afternoon, then...hehe, don't say it, you are careful about everything."
The mysterious man talked and walked, and after he finished speaking, he pushed the door to himself. His back figure quickly melted into the rainstorm. Wang Xu was stunned for a few seconds when he said it, but when he chased it out, it was already It was in vain, the visibility outside was extremely low, and it was impossible to catch the person.
When Wang Xu returned to the house, he began to persuade himself again. It can be said that he has not gone mad because of this since he was a child. He convinced himself that the man was just a thief, but he saw that he came back with a shovel and took it again. Holding a box, so I took the opportunity to play mystery so that I could escape. After Wang Xu had "thought out" this way, he picked up the business card on the coffee table and wanted to throw it into the trash can, but the scene he saw next made him feel like an ice cave.
The card read: Lingyi Detective Agency, Lord Cat. The address column is actually blank!
Wang Xu stared straight at the word "spiritual", and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You're joking, it must be a joke, hehehehe... He even told me to be careful about everything, what to be careful about, to what extent Be careful, be careful to kill yourself! Hey! Uncle! You answered me, asshole!"
A cup of hot coffee finally calmed Wang Xu, not because he drank it, but because his hands shook and spilled his crotch. Anyway, it's no good to think about it, just take one step and count one step, so he locked the doors and windows, took the wooden box to the bedroom, and after taking a deep breath, he opened the wooden box...
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