Daomu Biji

The building outside the building was not far from my shop, so I hurried back. Wang Meng got off work at 5:15, and there was absolutely no one left for half a minute. It had been locked up long ago. I opened the lock and went in, and when I came to the inner hall, I brought the tapes Aning had brought back to her, and I dug out some of my own tapes. The fat man followed me in and helped me connect the power supply.

But I didn't plan to look at it again. Instead, I went through a few drawers and found a screwdriver.

The fat man couldn't understand anymore and asked me what I was doing. My heart was churning and I didn't even bother to answer him, so I started to remove the strap.

If I think about it well, this thing is really fucking simple, and I've even done it many times.

Two tapes, one of which turned out to be blank, that is to say, the content inside is not important at all. What the other party wanted to send me was the video tape itself, not for us to see the content inside, so it was blank. Or there may be an image, which has nothing to do with it at all. Then he sent this tape for only one reason, a reason that couldn't be simpler. And my speculation is very easy to verify.

When I was in middle school, I tinkered with this thing a lot, and it was not difficult to dismantle it. I separated the straps in three strokes, five divided by two, and then I carefully picked it up and shook it. The fat man who looked at it was shocked. called out.

Inside the videotape, on one side of the plastic shell, there was indeed a piece of something stuck to it.

"How did you come up with your grandma's bear?" the fat man asked in surprise.

I grinned, not bothering to smile, and patted him and said, "That's what you thought of." I tore the thing off and took a look at it, and I said "Oh!" and felt my heart twisting.

It was a piece of note paper with a dozen words scrawled on it.

No. 349-5, Ershen Lane, Kunlun Road, Golmud City, Qinghai Province.

A literate person will know it at a glance. That is an address in Golmud City.

"Damn it." I couldn't help but speak with a Beijing accent. I wiped the sweat from my head and felt a sense of joy in my heart. Finally, I figured out something. It turned out that I really thought too much.

This is killing two birds with one stone. Firstly, it can protect this thing from damage during long-distance transportation. Secondly, if this thing is intercepted, the other party will not know that there is anything hidden in it, especially if the content of the videotape is enough to attract the attention of the interceptor. force.

I knew in my heart that the interceptor the other party wanted to guard against was my third uncle. Because of the content inside, only my third uncle would be surprised after reading it. The fact is,

He was indeed distracted by what was on the tape.

This matter is obvious just by inferring it, because if he directly sent it to this address, according to the situation at that time, this thing would definitely fall into the hands of the third uncle, just like the original copy of the Warring States silk book.

After thinking about this, I felt very refreshed and immediately removed another tape. What's in this tape is not a piece of paper, but an old brass key. And it is the key to the 480 lock that was most popular in the 1980s.

Picking it up and unfolding it, you can see that the key is a bit old and the copper has turned black. There was tape on the back of the key handle, with a series of vague numbers written on it: 306.

"It seems that the other party wants to invite you over." Fatty said from the side, "Even the room has been reserved for you."

Chapter 6 Invitation from Hell

I looked at the address and key, and I was in a daze. Fatty is right, I was thinking about this just now. It seems that the person who sent the video really wanted me to find it. This key should be the door key to the address on the paper. From this point of view, the other party may not be at home when I go there. Did he want me to visit by myself?

I suddenly had a strange idea, could that house be that little brother's home? He knew he might not come back. So someone sent me the keys to his house? Is this a legacy for me?

If this is the case, then maybe you can learn about his past by going to his home, but this is not possible no matter how you think about it...

In addition, if this is the case, is there something in Aning's two tapes?

That night, I tossed and turned, leaning on the edge of the bed, smoking cigarettes one by one. I usually smoked cigarettes only when I was depressed, but now it was useless no matter how I smoked, and I still felt uncomfortable.

Looking back on the whole thing, it was only a few months from when I first received the videotape to when I discovered the contents of the videotape. However, every additional discovery made the matter more confusing and complicated.

In fact, although I discovered the secret of the videotape, what really upset me was the content of the videotape. Whether the other party wanted the content in it as a cover, or just took two of them casually, the content in them was Content that will definitely grab all the attention of the viewer. And these contents cannot be forged, and it is impossible for someone like him to be familiar with the recording method of video tapes. So, where did he get the tape?

I can be sure that there are more than just these video tapes. According to the recording time of the video tapes, it takes about eight tapes to record for one day. One tape sent to me was empty and the other one had content. This shows that the other party is taking the video tape. At that time, there were many choices, which at least meant that there might be other tapes in that place.

"Huo Ling" and "I" inside were monitoring their actions, obviously with a last resort purpose and not just for fun.

Of course, what concerned me the most was Aning’s two sets. I have always considered myself an outsider, and I have always considered myself to be a helper. I followed my third uncle. The first time I acted on my own initiative, the second time I was forced by the situation, and the third time I followed the arrangements inexplicably. Every time, as long as I say "no", it has nothing to do with me, so things suddenly develop to the point where it seems that even I am involved, which is a bit confusing.

However, Fatty’s reminder this time gave me an enlightenment. I already felt that the way I thought about the problem seemed too complicated. Perhaps it was precisely because of this habit of troubling myself that it really made things that were originally very simple become complicated. Very complicated. Maybe the thing itself is just like this, without any twists and turns.

I thought a lot, and now I thought about what Li Chenzhou told me that day. This matter may have a lot to do with me. I thought about how my third uncle deliberately deceived me. Since he didn’t want me to participate in this matter, why should he let me get involved? Should I follow you up the snowy mountain? Li Chenzhou's words are actually very reasonable.

I recalled my past again, and there was really nothing in my memory that could possibly connect me to this incident. When I was a child, my father was an ordinary person who took the family as his own responsibility in everything; my grandfather was a powerful man and the backbone of the family; my second uncle was stingy and serious in speech; my third uncle played in the world and was stubborn. All of them constitute my childhood memories. Although they all have different personalities, they are all very kind to me. Even my second uncle only smiles with me when he looks at me.

It can be said that although my childhood was not very happy, it should be the same as the childhood of people my age, nothing special.

In the past few years, the so-called university has become extremely dull, and the memory has become clearer. There is really no experience of crawling around in a dark room, dressed like a dead person.

I didn't sleep all night. I kept looking at the ceiling until dawn, thinking wildly. The more I thought about it, the more depressed I became. The whole thing was like a dragnet, covering me inside. No matter where I walked, I could only see countless holes, but they were blocked by the ropes and I couldn't get through.

This situation is also caused by my character. My character of being hesitant and unwilling to give up makes things more and more complicated. Maybe I shouldn’t be so passive when thinking about problems. Sometimes, don’t wait for others to give you clues, and then think about it. In this way, you don’t know whether the clues given by others are true or false. Secondly, they are always not timely and there are many. Interfering.

Thinking of this, I suddenly frowned and remembered the advice my friends gave me before leaving. He said: "The reason why things have become so complicated is because you are always obsessed with getting information from your third uncle." Get the answer. You think that since your third uncle has lied to you, he definitely doesn’t want you to know something, so it’s impossible for your third uncle to tell you the truth. Lies beget lies. If you ask again, you will only make yourself feel like nothing in the world. Things are becoming untrustworthy, and there is more and more messy information. If you want to know the truth of the matter, it is better to find the answer yourself. For example, if you said the expedition team was ten people or eleven people, you can check the relevant information from that year. , it’s much more feasible than trying to tell whether what your third uncle said is true or false.”

Thinking about it now, he was indeed right.

All right! I said to myself, damn, since this matter still has something to do with me, then I really don’t believe anyone. This time I won’t tell anyone and go to Golmud alone to find out what the hell is going on. Something happened.