The heavy rain had been falling for several hours, and at three o'clock in the morning, the sky was filled with dark clouds and thunder and lightning. Wang Xu, wearing a raincoat and carrying a shovel, went out and walked towards the cemetery next to the apartment.
The excavation work began... Generally, there are no cars on the road in the suburbs at this time, and naturally there will be no pedestrians passing by. Of course, in such a heavy rain, even if a circle of onlookers gathered within ten meters of Wang Xu
The crowd couldn't see clearly what he was doing, or even whether he was a human or a ghost.
Wang Xu was in a very depressed mood at the moment. Of course, it was not because he wanted to make a fortune by robbing tombs on a whim after reading a few books about Ghost Blow Out the Lamp, but because he was forced to do so. In fact, it had only been three days since he moved into the apartment next to the cemetery. His original idea was
...It's natural that the rent for the house next to the cemetery is cheap. Anyway, I am a materialist. As an otaku, I only need to stare at the computer screen. Is it okay for me to stand in front of the window and look into the distance and shout out my life ideals? A cemetery is a cemetery.
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As a result, something strange happened the night he checked in. When he was surfing the Internet until twelve o'clock, there was a constant heartbeat outside the window, thump, thump... it echoed unhurriedly. At first, Wang Xu thought he was surfing the Internet himself.
I had been having auditory hallucinations for a long time, so I turned off the computer and tried to sleep. However, after I collapsed, the sound became clearer and clearer. It was definitely the sound of my heartbeat!
Wang Xu only felt that his throat was dry and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. You must know that there is a cemetery outside the window and there is nothing else. If you don't listen against someone else's chest, you can't hear the heartbeat at all. So what is going on now? So?
Being a materialist, he thought of a good way to solve the problem, which is to not think about anything and take sleeping pills...
The next day, Wang Xu woke up with a splitting headache. It was already noon when he woke up. He started the work that an otaku should do again, surfing the Internet, eating, surfing the Internet again, and then having dinner...Unconsciously, it was midnight again. With that
When the voice sounded again, Wang Xu's psychological defense completely collapsed. So that night, he lay on the bed with his eyes open, and made long-term recordings with his mobile phone, Walkman, and old-fashioned radio. If it could be proven that the voice really existed, that would mean
There must be a way to explain it. This is the last straw for his materialist theory.
On the morning of the third day, Wang Xu's eyes were bloodshot. He didn't know when the sound stopped. He couldn't even remember whether he had been up all night. All he knew so far was that the only sound in all the recording equipment was his own breathing.
There was a sound. So he turned on his phone and pressed the record button again.
"If I hear this recording and remember that I made it, it proves that I am not hallucinating or schizophrenic, and the recording equipment is functioning normally."
Then he played the recording twice more, sighed deeply, and went out to buy a shovel...
This cemetery existed before liberation. No one managed it at all. There were even mounds without tombstones. After Wang Xu bought the shovel, he walked to the middle of the cemetery and gritted his teeth and said: "You old immortals, how dare you harass them?"
Otakus, get ready to wake up! I tell you, as long as you close the door, you will be in a different plane from the universe! Do you understand different planes? Who dares to plop again tonight?
As soon as it’s over, I’ll come over and whip the corpse!”
He was full of force, with a ferocious face, and told a set of fallacies that he thought were very intimidating. He felt relieved in his heart, but before he finished speaking, there was a thunder in the sky, which almost scared him to the ground. But after all, he did not lie down, so he went again
He straightened his clothes and swaggered back to the house with his hands behind his back. He didn’t know who he was looking at. Anyway, the owner of the watermelon shop across the street was so frightened by him that he saw this new neighbor holding a shovel in the cemetery.
He was so arrogant that he almost called 110.
In fact, young people with little social experience like Wang Xu are often like this. They feel that they can solve everything on their own. He has never thought of asking his neighbors. He only needs to ask Boss Zhang of the watermelon shop opposite.
You can know a lot of things. For example, this small cemetery was actually the residence of a wealthy family in the late Qing Dynasty. Later, an unknown fire turned it into ruins. In the 1930s, someone built a European-style building here.
The small villa was the predecessor of the apartment where Wang Xu currently lives. During the Anti-Japanese War, this building was used by the Japanese army as a temporary combat headquarters for several years, and the cemetery next to it was gradually formed during those years.
If someone like a born genius, a handsome guy with a domineering attitude moved here, he might be able to analyze a lot of useful things from this information. Unfortunately, Wang Xu is just an ordinary otaku. To say that he is special
The point is that the complaints are better than those of ordinary people...
So on such a rainy night, Wang Xu was shoveling the soil hysterically. The heavy rain seemed to be trying to help him. The soil was so muddy that it would rot at the touch of a finger. Originally, the physical work of digging graves was not suitable for the slender Wang Xu.
It was a difficult job, but it didn't take much effort for him to do it at this time.
The heartbeat continued, and the sound was transmitted directly to his brain. Covering his ears did not help, but he could still hear it very clearly in the pouring rain. It was under this mound! Under this mound without even a tombstone.
There must be something! Wang Xu was digging frantically. He had forgotten his fear, and was only angry. He kept cursing, "Things that are going to die are still being buried in the soil, and they keep plopping, completely ignoring other people's feelings, right?"
, look at me beating you to death."
Just as he was saying this, his voice suddenly stopped, and then the shovel obviously hit something hard. Wang Xu's first reaction was bones, but when he saw what he dug out clearly, he almost dropped the flashlight in his mouth.
Come down.
"Hey...hehehe..." Holding the flashlight in his mouth and giggling for half a minute, Wang Xu still couldn't calm down. "This is a treasure no matter how you look at it. If you get rich, get rich..."
While talking to himself, he dug out the thing completely. At this time, he had dug a pit more than two meters deep. Normally, he should be exhausted, but when he saw the wooden box, he suddenly became energetic again.
The movement actually moved a little faster. The box was not big, only the size of a shoe box, but it was surprisingly heavy. Wang Xu used all his strength to bring the box out of the pit. He didn't pay attention to it when he was digging, and he unknowingly found the pit.
It had already exceeded his height. He climbed until his whole body was covered in mud, but he didn't care at all. He quickly started filling in the soil. He didn't know how much time had passed by the time he walked into the house. In short, he was so tired that he was about to lose strength.
Wang Xu glanced out the window again, making sure that he had left no obvious traces. At this time, he didn't care that he was sweating and covered in mud. He sat on the sofa and picked up a piece of cloth, carefully wiped the outside of the wooden box and looked at it.
When he got up, he was convinced that the object was valuable not because it was dug up from a grave, but because he found that the wooden box had not rotted at all even when it was buried in the soil, and there was no scratch after being chipped by a shovel, so
The rich imagination of the otaku came into play at this time. What is in this wooden box that cannot be manufactured by modern high technology? It is probably some kind of agate and jade, gold and silver jewelry, moonlight treasure box, etc...
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"You seem to have dug up something amazing."
"Yeah, this is really good luck...ah! Who are you!? Why are you in my house!?" Wang Xu jumped up in shock. There was someone standing behind him, and when he was about to open the wooden door, he jumped up.
Heshi suddenly spoke to him.
"Since this thing has chosen you, it means you must be something special. This is my business card. Come to my office to see me today." The man said, walked up to Wang Xu, and then leaned over.
The business card was placed on the coffee table. Only then did Wang Xu see clearly that this man was about thirty years old. He had a sloppy hairstyle, his beard was not completely shaved, but his face was as pale as paper. For a moment, Wang Xu even thought in his mind: Maybe I will continue
If you are a homebody, you will become like this in ten years.
Pushing the strange thoughts out of his mind, Wang Xu yelled angrily: "You haven't answered my question yet! Who are you? I'm going to call the police!" But the man didn't seem to hear him at all.
Not angry, but still as calm as water, he said feebly: "If you haven't found my office before four o'clock this afternoon, then... haha, I'd better not say anything. You should be careful."
The mysterious man walked away as he spoke. After he finished speaking, he opened the door and went out. His back quickly melted into the rainstorm. Wang Xu was stunned for a few seconds by what he said, but by the time he chased him out, he was already
It was all in vain, the visibility outside was extremely low and it was impossible to catch the man.
When Wang Xu returned to the house, he began to convince himself again. It could be said that this was how he had kept himself from going crazy since he was a child. He convinced himself that the man was just a thief. He just saw himself coming back with a shovel, and then took the shovel.
He had a box with him, so he took the opportunity to make a mystery and escape. After Wang Xu "figured it out" like this, he picked up the business card on the coffee table and wanted to throw it into the trash can. What he saw next made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.
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The business card says: Supernatural Detective Agency, Mr. Cat. But the address column is actually blank!
Wang Xu stared straight at the word "supernatural", and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You are kidding me, it must be a joke, ha, ha ha... You actually told me to be careful with everything, be careful, and to what extent.
Be careful, don't you risk your life? Hey! Uncle! You should answer me, you bastard!"
A cup of hot coffee finally calmed Wang Xu down, not because he drank it, but because his hands were shaking and spilled all over his crotch. Anyway, the matter was at this point, and it was useless to think about it, so he just took it one step at a time, so he opened the doors and windows
After locking them all, he took the wooden box to the bedroom. After taking a deep breath solemnly, he opened the wooden box...
