Not just me, many people saw the scene that day, and I was just one of them.
The little old man who lived in the ancestral hall passed away. His death was very strange, even strange.
There was no surveillance there, so no one knew what happened in the middle of the night last night.
When I went in, I only saw that a large piece of the spiritual tablets on the tribute table in the ancestral hall had fallen to the ground, and many of them fell to the ground. The little old man was shirtless. He had no clothes on, face down, and lay motionless on the ground!
The man's limbs were stiff and out of breath. His left hand was in his pocket and his right hand was thrust forward in a weird posture.
Since his upper body was not wearing any clothes, I saw a tattoo on his back.
Many old Tibetans have tattoos on their bodies, but this tattoo pattern seemed familiar. I looked at it from a distance and suddenly remembered that it was very similar to the tattoo pattern on the character behind Lao Fu! The only difference was that the tattoos on his back were more
A lotus flower tattoo.
"Okay, okay! Everyone, get out!"
"There's nothing to see. The old man's health is not good to begin with. He has a heart disease!"
Someone immediately asked loudly: "Then why are the stairs full of dead bugs? Please give me an explanation!"
"Explain what?"
"It's normal to see bugs in this season. Shut up! You're the only one who talks a lot!"
Everyone else and I were kicked out and no one was allowed to see.
I kept staring at the little old man's left hand that was in his pocket. He seemed to be grabbing something before he died.
I gritted my teeth and squeezed through, took his hand out, and was shocked to find that what he was holding tightly in his left hand was a bunch of fresh green willow branches!
"Crack! Click!"
Suddenly there was a sound of a camera shutter coming from behind me. I turned around and saw that it was a young man in his twenties.
This young man was carrying a black backpack and a pair of glasses. The lenses were so thick that he might have eight hundred degrees of myopia.
He took the photo and ran away, and I was kicked out soon after.
"Wait! What were you taking pictures of just now!" I caught up with him and asked.
"Zhou Cao, don't drag me!"
"What do I think has anything to do with you!"
"Where did you come from? Why do you speak so abruptly?" I frowned.
"You don't care where I come from! Let go! I'm leaving!"
This kid wears glasses and looks like a scholar. I didn't expect that when I talked to him, I kept saying the same thing. Damn, he has no quality.
I picked up half a brick from the ground, held it in my hand and weighed it.
He immediately changed his face and said: "Brother, if you have something to say, please speak it carefully! Don't do anything, so as to avoid losing both sides!"
I said you can beat me? Both sides will be injured. Believe it or not, I can knock you down in five seconds. Please keep your mouth clean!
He nodded repeatedly and said okay, I understand, brother! Don't be angry.
