Daomu Biji

Chapter 3 The second old photo

The photo was sent via e-mail. Pan Zi knew nothing about it, so I taught him for a long time. When I received it, an hour had passed since I called him.

It was a very old photo. It was yellow and had signs of fading on it. Even so, I could see things in the photos and understand why Panzi wasn't sure and what "ghost" meant.

That old photo should have been taken in an old house. The background was a screen. The photo was so white that the details could not be seen clearly, but you could see a figure standing straight behind the screen.

The light shines through from behind the screen, and the figures are quite clear. What makes people's hair stand on end is their posture. When a normal person stands, there will always be a shift in the center of gravity, but this figure is almost upright, and the entire person's shoulders are slumped, which is abnormal at first glance. My first impression was that this person was hanging in mid-air.

Is there a dead man hanging behind the screen?

I felt a little uncomfortable, but I couldn't think of anything about this photo that aroused my interest. Will you look for him after seeing this photo? It seems that there is no such feeling.

Looking further down, the floor is made of wood. There is a deep scene on the left edge of the photo, which is the corridor behind the screen. Half of it is covered by the screen, and the other half can be seen. That area has become wrinkled. It is not clear at first glance, but if you look carefully, Look, I saw a few doors on one side of the corridor.

I immediately felt that this scene was a bit familiar. This ancient feeling, coupled with this arrangement of rooms, I must have seen it somewhere before, and it left a deep impression on me.

I dragged the mouse, and there was a scan of the back of the photo in the e-mail, with Brother Chu's notes written on it, obviously addressed to me. It says: 1984, Golmud People's Liberation Army Nursing Home.

I took a breath of air-conditioning and suddenly realized, ah, this is a photo taken in the abandoned sanatorium in Golmud, and the scene at that time flashed through my mind. I don't know which floor this is in the corridor.

The sanatorium was the hiding place Wen Jin and the others chose to avoid the pursuit of their third uncle. Wen Jin and his party have a mysterious background. According to the third uncle, they don’t know what research they are conducting. In this abandoned sanatorium, they took a lot of video tapes and monitored their every move. There was even a person who looked very much like me in it. Things were completely messy in this regard.

How come Brother Chu has photos of that place? Is he also involved?

It's not like that. When I thought about it, he had a very good relationship with his third uncle. Could it be that his third uncle had something with him? Or he has been asked to do something...so he knows some inside information.

It's certainly possible, and it would be a surprise to me if he did know what happened in that sanatorium. But then again, what is this photo of?

For ordinary people, taking photos must have a subjective purpose, either to take a photo as a souvenir or to preserve information. It is impossible to take a photo without meaning. At that time, in that nursing home, there was obviously an opportunity that led someone to take this photo.

I think it is impossible to take a photo as a souvenir. The screen is very ordinary and the simple corridor is on the edge of the photo. It is definitely not taken for the purpose of taking these photos. So, what this person wants to take must be the shadow behind the screen.

This is a very strange thing. On the one hand, this shadow is creepy. On the other hand, this way of taking pictures really makes people feel that this may be a "ghost", because it looks a bit like Ghost photos on the Internet. But I knew very well in my heart that this could not be a ghost.

There must be something behind the screen, and the person who took the photo, for some reason, took this photo through the screen, but we were not there and only saw one result, so we found it strange.

There are so many things hidden in that sanatorium. They filmed every move they made, and now photos like this have appeared. What on earth were they doing inside?

After thinking about it, I could no longer worry so much. It seemed that it was really necessary to meet this person, so I called Pan Zi and explained my thoughts. Pan Zi thought about it and agreed, saying that he would make the arrangements and notify me after the arrangements were made.

The book is simple and complicated. Soon, I met Brother Chu in Pingtang Prison. The process was smoother than I thought. Pan Zi took me in. This was my first time in prison. I was sweating all the way there. After passing several iron gates, I saw him in the lounge.

This guy had obviously lost weight, his bald head was no longer shiny, and he looked several years older. He was frowning and trembling. I handed him the cigarette and he took a few puffs before he relaxed a little. Thinking back to the shiny look on his face when I first saw him, I couldn't help but sigh. People who work in this industry get rich and poor suddenly, and they have to accept their fate after living like this.

The meeting was awkward for a moment, and I didn't know what to say to him. Instead, he asked me first: "What's going on with your third uncle?" His voice became hoarse.

I briefly talked about the situation in Changsha and then said that there was no news from my third uncle. There was no one in sight and he had gone somewhere.

"Retribution, this is the retribution of being in this business." He took a long drag on his cigarette and seemed a little distracted. After thinking about it, he looked up at me and asked again, "Are you asking about Mute Zhang?"

"Mute Zhang?" I was stunned for a moment and then thought about it for a moment, "You mean that little brother? Do you call him Mute Zhang?"

"That's what everyone on the road calls him." He had finished smoking his cigarette at this time, very quickly. I saw that his hands were shaking again, so I hurriedly handed him my cigarette and lighter. He immediately took it out and lit another one. "Because he doesn't like to talk, why are you asking about his affairs?"

I thought to myself that this is none of your business, and I didn’t know how to answer. Pan Zi said from the side: “Why the hell are you asking so many questions?”

Brother Chu took a few puffs, glanced at Pan Zi, and said confidently: "I'm already like this, what can I do if I ask?"

Pan Zi was filled with hatred when he saw him. He tsked and wanted to say harsh words, but I stopped him. Brother Chu is now at his most depressed. It's useless to say harsh words. There is nothing left to lose. You So what if I scold him a few times. I said: "Brother Chu, you have been around in the world much longer than me. You know there are some things that I really can't say."

"Hey, the mistress is also playing some tricks with me, okay." He nodded and looked at me, saying a little sourly.

I didn't accept his behavior, but just looked at him. He trembled and smiled for a while, and found that I had no response and was a little boring. Suddenly he said to Pan Zi: "Master Pan, you paid my dad the money." Bar?"

Pan Zi took out something, which was a receipt. Pan Zi probably paid for me with 100,000 yuan, and threw it in front of Brother Chu. Brother Chu took it over, looked at it, and said, "Sure enough, he belongs to the third master." , refreshing enough."

"We've paid the money, and you've seen the person, can you tell me now?" Pan Zi said angrily.

Brother Chu nodded and said to him: "Master Pan, please step aside. This is a matter between me and your mistress."

Pan Zi frowned and got angry. I quickly gave him a wink, which meant just follow him and what can you do. Pan Zi was so angry that he cursed secretly, got up and went out.

Brother Chu watched him leave and didn't turn to look at me until the door closed. I noticed that his face changed. He blew out a puff of smoke and said to me: "Little Third Master, you can't continue to investigate."

I looked at Brother Chu in surprise, not expecting him to say that.

"Why?" I blurted out.

He sighed: "Look at me, you have seen my fate, your third uncle's fate, Mute Zhang's fate, and everyone's fate." He stood up, "Things have been amazing since then. It’s not for people like us to come into contact with.”

I sat up a little straighter, remembered the photo, and asked him, "What do you know?"

Brother Chu's statement made me feel that he knew a lot of things, which made me nervous, so I urged him, lest he, like my third uncle, would stop talking in the middle of the sentence.

This time I couldn't help showing my timidity. Brother Chu looked at me and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will tell you everything I know, but you have to promise me a few things first."

"What is it?" I asked. I thought to myself: Should there be a temporary price increase?

He looked at the door and said tremblingly: "You can't tell others that I told you these things. After all, if I can tell you about Dumb Zhang, I can also tell you about other people for money. How can I tell you? Fortunately, someone heard the news and couldn't help but find someone to kill me. It's not indefinite, I still have to go out, and it's not as safe as I thought. If I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have sold this information."

I nodded, I could understand this, that's why he asked me to come to see him, and to get Pan Zi away. The less people know about this kind of thing, the better.

"Your third uncle and I have been friends for many years, so I was responsible for many things in the early years, such as the investigation of Chen Wenjin. So, I know much more than you think." He was trembling. He said carelessly, "I also know how deep the water is behind here. You may not know that your third uncle often mentions you, so I know about you. You are not a Taoist, so I dare to tell you the news."

Oh, my heart was churning, this might explain why he had that photo. Asked him: "What on earth is going on?"

He continued: "I wonder if your third uncle has ever told you about those people?"

"You mean that expedition team?" I said, and my third uncle's words echoed in my mind: none of them are normal. "Said a little, but not much."

"Your third uncle has been investigating the whereabouts of that group of people all his life. When I used to hang out with him, I often listened to his nagging, but the more he investigated, the more abnormal he found that these people were." Brother Chu finished smoking again. He took out a cigarette and continued to smoke, "These people seem to be independent, independent of this world, and have no connection with this society at all. Where do they come from, who are they, what are they investigating, and who are they?" do not know either."

"I know this."

"At that time, I persuaded him to give up. He told me that he absolutely did not believe that such people existed in this world. In those few years, we almost exhausted all methods and there was no progress. In the end, your third uncle listened. Oh my, I gave up. I thought this was the end of the matter. I didn’t expect that a year ago, after your third uncle, you, and the mute Zhang came back from Shandong, your third uncle suddenly told me that the mute Zhang was also that person. One of the gang members, and he has never aged. Surprised, we immediately started investigating, and the target was naturally the mute Zhang."

I sat up straight and saw Brother Chu lighting up another cigarette. I don’t know which one it was. He took a deep breath anyway. "The mute Zhang belonged to the Fourth Grandpa at that time. Your third uncle borrowed it from the Fourth Grandpa. I asked someone to inquire about his life experience, and I heard some incredible things." He paused, "It is said that, The first time Fourth Grandpa met the mute Zhang was quite strange. It happened four years ago during a corpse hunt in Guangxi. Have you ever heard of corpse hunting?"