Stone coffins are different from ordinary wooden coffins. Ordinary wooden coffins are sealed with long nails. If they are jade coffins, they usually use a special wax. If they are bronze coffins like emperors and generals, they will mostly pour copper juice into the gap between the lid and the coffin. Of course, that is of a very high level of craftsmanship.

This stone coffin is sealed with glutinous rice juice.

Don’t underestimate the glutinous rice juice. After the glutinous rice juice is pressed tight by the coffin lid, wait for air-drying. After air-drying, it will be very sticky.

I looked down at the gap in the coffin lid under the flames and found that there was a layer of white paste inside, just like paste, which should be the glutinous rice juice after air-dried.

I asked my mother to find two small knives. My father and I each put the tip of the knife into the gap in the coffin lid, and dig out all the white paste inside little by little, and empty the edge of the coffin lid. In this way, you only need to gently push the coffin lid to open the coffin later.

We were very patient and took half an hour to clean up the glutinous rice juice from the lid of the coffin.

"It should be no problem!" I said to my dad.

Dad nodded, we stood back on both sides of the coffin, Dad was giving orders: "One, two, three! One, two, three! Get up!"

My father and I exerted force at the same time. Although the stone-made coffin lid was a bit heavy, we still turned it up and rolled to the ground, making a muffled sound. The coffin, which had been buried deep under the foundation of my house for decades, finally saw the light of day again and was exposed to the air.

I made a gesture to my dad and signaled him to retreat first because I was not sure if there were any hidden weapons or poisons in the coffin, so I should be careful just in case.

I looked at the candles on the four corners of the coffin. The candlelight was burning normally, not extinguished, nor changed color.

Everything went smoothly.

I found a long bamboo pole, the kind used to dry clothes, stood two or three meters away from the sarcophagus, put the bamboo pole into the coffin, and gently tapped it for a while, and made sure that there were no hidden weapons in the coffin, so I felt relieved.

"Leizi, oil lamp!"

I shouted at Leizi.

"Come!"

Lei Zi responded and walked over with an oil lamp. There was a glass cover outside the oil lamp to avoid being blown out by the wind.

Lei Zi raised the oil lamp, and we looked into the coffin with the dim light. A very decayed corpse lay in the sarcophagus, which had almost turned into bones, leaving only clothes on the surface. Judging from the style of the clothes, it was the kind of clothes from the 1950s and 1960s.

Although I can't see the face of the dead body clearly, for some reason, from the first sight of this white bone skeleton, I felt particularly friendly, just like seeing my own relatives. This strange feeling tells me that this white bone is most likely my grandfather's corpse!

My father looked at the bones in the coffin and his lips were trembling.

After a while, my father suddenly knelt down at the coffin and made a mournful voice: "Dad! Dad!"

father?!

My father called the corpse in the coffin "Dad", which means that this corpse is really my grandfather?

"Uncle Second, are you sure you didn't admit your mistake?" Lei Zi asked.

The father shook his head: "It's not wrong! It's not wrong! Look at what he is holding in his right hand!"

We looked at the right hand of the dead corpse, holding a black cigarette gun pole in his right hand. People used to like smoking this kind of cigarette pole the most. They called this kind of cigarette pole "long cigarette". They stuffed cigarettes in front, a filter on the back, and a small bag of cigarettes hanging underneath, so they were also called "pot cigarette bags".

Tears rolled down my father's cheeks: "It's not wrong! It's definitely not wrong! Although I can't remember my father's face, I remember this cigarette bag very clearly, and it is also the only thing I can remember in my memories of him! When we were disobedient when we were young, my father turned the cigarette gun and slapped our butt with the other end!"

Speaking of this, my father sobbed and continued, "This pot-to-smoking bag is my father's personal belonging and his favorite thing. No matter where he goes, he will carry this pot-to-smoking bag with him. Because he has a great addiction to smoking, he likes to take a few bites no matter where he is, so this pot-to-smoking bag is his logo!"

I nodded. People who die have this habit of keeping their favorite things with them. My grandfather likes to smoke during his lifetime. So after he dies, it is reasonable to hold the pot and cigarette bag in his hand.

However, if you only have a cigarette bag, it seems that you can't be sure that this bone is grandpa!

"Second uncle, do you have any other characteristics of the old man?" Lei Zi asked.

Dad wiped his tears and thought about it carefully for a moment: "Well, it seems... it seems... your grandfather's legs are a little uneven, and he is a little bumpy when he walks! Your grandmother said that when he was a child, he was working as a long-term worker at the landlord's house. He was so hungry that he stole a handful of raw rice. As a result, he was injured by the landlord's leg and became disabled! Although it was not severely disabled, his legs were always a little uneven when he walked!"

I asked Lei Zi to lift the oil lamp closer, and then leaned over to look at the corpse's feet.

I was wearing gloves and touched the leg bones of the corpse with my fingers on the corpse. I soon felt something strange on the right ankle. There was a bone in the right ankle that was incorrectly positioned, which was obviously abrupt. Influenced by this bone, I would definitely walk bumpy, which was highly consistent with my father's description of grandpa just now.

At this point, I can basically confirm that the corpse in the coffin is my biological grandfather.

Although I had expected it, I was still quite surprised at this moment.

What we were surprised about was not the cause of grandpa's death, but why was grandpa's coffin buried under the old house? Is this my grandpa's last wish or grandma's idea? The key question is, what is the meaning of doing this? Grandpa has never had a grave, and no one expected that he was sleeping under our old house.

And we eat, sleep and live every day on this coffin. Now, thinking about it, it is a bit scary.

Dad said: "For the years, I have always said to build a grave for Dad, but your grandma doesn't let him go. I can't understand why your grandma hides such an important thing from us?"

My mother interrupted, "Oh, old man, do you still remember? Before my mother died, you said to build a double tomb, and place my mother and her father's tomb while placing her clothes, but my mother didn't agree. At that time, I still felt strange. I thought your mother had no feelings for your father!"

Dad said, "Yes! I didn't know that this was the reason at that time!"

"Hey!" Lei Zi gently hit me with his elbow: "Look at your grandfather's left hand, it seems to be pointing at something!"

"Hmm?!" I was slightly stunned, looked down at my grandfather's left hand, and suddenly discovered something very strange. If it weren't for Lei Zi's reminder, we hadn't noticed that my grandfather's left hand was placed on his chest, and his index finger was slightly raised, as if he was pointing at something.

I have seen many gods of joy over the past period of time, but most gods of joy leave with their hands flat on their chests. Who has their fingers raised up when they die? Is it because my grandfather wants to tell future generations what they do?

Coffin lid!

The first thought of my coffin lid!

Grandpa was lying inside the coffin, and his fingers were raised, pointing to the inside of the coffin lid.

Thinking of this, my breathing became rapid. I hurriedly squatted down to check the newly opened coffin lid.

According to my speculation, something might be hidden on the inside of the coffin lid!

I think my thinking logic is quite strong, but I asked Lei Zi to hold the oil lamp and squat in front of the coffin lid and search it back and forth three times. I found that the inside of the coffin lid was naked and nothing was left behind.

No way!

I turned over the coffin lid again, but nothing was seen on the surface.

It’s strange. There is nothing on the coffin lid. Why did grandpa raise his right index finger when he was dying?

Is it just a coincidence that I am thinking too much?

No!

I don't think so!

Grandpa's gesture was very obvious.

My father came over and asked me what I was doing. I told him: "Look at my right hand, my index finger seems to be pointing at something, but I searched all the coffin lids and found no clues!"

"It seems to be pointing at something?" The father was a little surprised and turned around and looked into the coffin.

At this time, my mother exclaimed in a low voice: "Old man, it's really strange! Have you forgotten? When my mother was buried, her right index finger seemed to be slightly raised in this way!"

The father slapped his head suddenly: "Yes! I thought it was strange at the beginning, but my mother specifically told me not to touch her, so I didn't dare to move!"

A flash of lightning flashed through my mind. When my grandfather was buried, his right index finger was raised. When my grandmother was buried, he deliberately raised his right index finger and told his father not to touch her, indicating that this gesture was not a coincidence, but had some meaning in it. Both grandfather and grandmother knew this meaning.

Lei Zi scratched his head: "Jiu Lizi, were your grandfather and grandma underground parties back then? They were doing so many tricks? What kind of gesture is this? Is it a code word?"

My thoughts changed sharply. My grandfather passed away first. When he died, he raised his right index finger and later his grandmother also passed away. When his grandmother passed away, he also raised his right index finger and made a gesture exactly the same as his grandfather, as if he was echoing his grandfather.

etc!

Echo each other... Echo each other...

My breathing became rapid, and I seemed to have vaguely touched the key to things.

"Hey, Jiujizi, what are you doing?"
Chapter completed!