Chapter 1 Origin

It is difficult to write this story calmly, and I have deliberately suppressed my emotions at this point to write this first sentence.

　　After a lot of things happened, you are reluctant to write them down, because you know that although the process of these things is worth letting others know, the process of recording them makes you have to go through those pains, anxiety, doubts, Sometimes you even go back to the situation at the time. It wasn't a pleasant experience.

　　At this time, you will think of fate, because for me, if I was born in an ordinary family, then even if my heart desires to experience these things, there is no such opportunity, and I was born in a very special family. The source of this special lies in my grandfather, in his special profession, if that is a profession.

　　In modern parlance, my grandfather was a tomb robber. In the 1940s and 1950s, in the Changsha area, my grandfather was a very famous tomb robber, also known as the Tufuzi by the locals. The reason why our whole family is very familiar with this experience is that after the founding of New China, my grandfather was a key wanted target of the Ministry of Public Security for a period of time, and it seems that the arrest was only withdrawn in the 1960s.

　　Our family doesn't know much about the events of my grandfather's years. Most of what I know comes from the accidental talk of my parents' generation, or eavesdropping on the conversations between my grandfather and a few uncles. Except for some things in the family, some of my grandfather's tomb robbing experience, he almost never mentioned.

　　At that time, I knew that my grandfather must have a lot of secrets in his heart. Because it has been a long time since the robbery of ancient tombs, no matter how big or dark the secret is, after half a century, it will definitely become a joke. This is the law of time.

　　However, until my grandfather passed away, he kept secret about these things and did not want to mention them. This is very abnormal. We say that the release of secrets, like the dilution of dyes, is always revealed in part and in part over time. Even if my grandfather has a big obsession in his heart, the events of that year will be diluted from his heart little by little. However, not at all.

　　In the process of his tomb raiding that year, something very special must have happened, and the importance of this event will not even be diluted by time.

　　What makes my judgment even more certain is that my grandfather had a particularly strange will.

　　My grandfather died very normally, just like any old man who knew that he was about to die. When he died, he had no strength to fear, and all his last strength was used to explain the funeral.

　　I still remember his first sentence, he said: "I can't think I can really die." No one else paid attention to this sentence, but thought that the old man was getting old and was a little confused before he died. , the wording is messed up.

　　My dad sighed. He knew that it was useless to say anything, he just said: "We are all here, the eldest, the second and the third are here, and the grandson is also here." "I want to explain." My grandfather said, from here It can be judged in one sentence, in fact, my grandfather's thinking is very clear, "I don't have much left behind, but some of them should have some value. You three brothers divide it yourself. I don't worry about other people's children. I am most at ease."

　　My father nodded, and my grandfather continued: "After I die, I must be cremated within two hours." This request is a bit strange, but at this time, I can't disobey the old man, and my father has to do it again. nod. "When cremating, you must ensure that no one is within 30 meters of the cremation furnace, and you are not allowed to see the scene inside the furnace." My grandfather continued. This condition was also agreed, but after my grandfather finished speaking, the family was very puzzled. We waited in silence for him to explain, or to go on and on.

　　However, after the old man finished speaking, he didn't speak any more, his eyes didn't close, he just looked at us.

　　Grandpa passed away that night. My father was a filial son, and he did everything according to my grandfather's request. I was in a hurry when I went to the funeral home, and spent a lot of money to get in the queue. Because it is a happy death, there is no too much sadness. It was only during the cremation that we were blocked outside by our father and brothers, and we were not allowed in until the ashes came out.

　　Therefore, although everyone thought it was strange, no one knew the reasons why Grandpa made those requests in the end.

　　Because of my personality, I didn't take any action to get to the bottom of this matter, and I slowly forgot about it. Now that I think about it, in fact, everything that is about to happen, all kinds of traces have appeared everywhere at that time. If you are not in the bureau, you really don't know anything; once you are in the bureau, if you recall for a moment, you will find clues everywhere.

　　After my grandfather passed away, my father was given some property, all of which were relatively innocent. My father has been engaged in geological work all his life. He doesn't know anything about antiques and antiques.

　　The abandonment of the shop has something to do with my father's character. I was young and energetic, and after taking over the shop, I decided to reform and become bigger and stronger. I found one of my Faxiaoer, and the two of them started to make a development plan, and went around to collect good things. As a result, after drilling four times in a row, they took the whole set of the shop's working capital and my Faxiaoer's deposit. I found my son to take the risk and went to rob an ancient tomb with my old watch, but ended up going in.

　　I didn't dare to tell my parents that the shop was out of money. Fortunately, half of the shop is my own, and I only need to pay the rent and utility bills for the other half. Originally, I wanted to withdraw the other half of the store (in the end, I did), but after thinking about it, this was the store when my grandfather was there. Although my father couldn't, at least the store didn't shrink. Now it's in my hands, and I cut half , must be scolded by my father.

　　So I could only carry it hard and live extraordinarily hard. It is very common for the antique industry to become rich overnight and become poor overnight, but there must be liquidity, otherwise it is better to sell tea eggs in this industry. Also relying on my grandfather's reputation at that time, there are more or less a few people who come here every month. I cheated in the name of my grandfather, and there was always some harvest. Later, I waited for the guy named Jin Wantang.

　　It was also because of my grandfather that Jin Wantang came to my shop with a copy of the Warring States Silk Book, hoping to find my grandfather for appraisal. My first understanding of my grandfather's deeds was the robbery of the blood corpse tomb decades ago. Finally, my grandfather took out a bloody Warring States silk book, and my grandfather's grandfather, father and brother all died in that incident. I am still a little bit taboo about this thing, but the dismal management made me have evil thoughts about his Warring States silk book. A map of an ancient tomb.

　　I don't know if it was because of the inheritance of the tomb robbers, or because I was poor and crazy, and I participated in the activity of robbing the ancient tomb. During that tomb robbery activity, I saw Zhang Qiling for the first time.

　　The stories that followed were intricate and complicated, and each of them could write down almost a million words. Zhang Qiling and I also became friends (are they real friends, I think about it now, I am also a bit desolate). Slowly I discovered that this Zhang Qiling, like my grandfather, also seemed to be carrying a secret that could never be told. Moreover, I found that what Zhang Qiling was carrying seemed to be inextricably linked with what my grandfather was carrying.

　　I had to start investigating him, and soon I was horrified to discover that this Zhang Qiling had been in touch with our family since his grandfather's generation. In some activities of my grandfather and my third uncle, this person was a stranger. appeared.

　　He and our family have three generations of intersection, and the most terrifying thing is that my grandfather has been dead for many years, but he lives at the same age as me.

　　Although I believe he has no ill intentions towards me, but who is this person? What is his purpose? Did our Wu family break into his mystery, or did he always surround our Wu family? Nobody knows.

　　Like my grandfather, he has a secret. Are they the same secret? I don't even know.

　　But why did my grandfather leave those strange last words, I slowly found the answer among these things. All kinds of unimaginable things that Grandpa's generation did, and those terrible conspiracies that they fell into, slowly surfaced.

　　That story is over. At the end of the story, Zhang Qiling disappeared with all his secrets. I thought I knew everything, but I found out that in fact, everything about him is still a mystery.

　　I don't know if this person will still appear in my child's life after I also have a child, or that young face. But what I'm sure of is that no matter what secrets this person is carrying, whether it's related to my family or not, I want this to end before my life is over.

　　I hope to see him again and learn his secrets.