Daomu Biji

"Why?" I was slightly surprised. He said: "If he wants to test you, he doesn't need to use such complicated equipment at all. He just needs to send a message to your mobile phone to see if you reply with the agreed message. These computers are all redundant. Yes." I thought about it for a while, and it made sense, so I said, "What do you think you have in mind?"

He said: "This is definitely not a trap. These two computers must be useful, and that person has indeed been living under this house. Otherwise, you wouldn't see those quilts when you go down."

"Then you said that basically no one has used these two computers?" I asked, "How do you understand the contradiction?"

"Contradictions belong to contradictions, and Caesar's things belong to Caesar." He said, "It's very simple. This person lives down there, but his communication with you does not rely on this computer. This computer. It is. A trap, but not this basement down there.”

I took a puff of cigarette: "Then what do they rely on to communicate?"

All the conversations above can be clearly heard in the basement, but I am sure that the words of the people below cannot be heard anywhere.

"Maybe there's no need to communicate?" he said. "Maybe it's not hiding, but monitoring?"

I just thought about it for a second, and suddenly, like a thunderbolt, all the previous contradictions became apparent.

The modifications in the third uncle's computer were not modified by himself. Maybe the third uncle did not know that there was such a room underground in his home, nor did he know that his own computer was connected to another computer. Not to mention that everything he said could be heard by others, and that person could intercept all the third uncle's messages.

Who is this person? It's like a roundworm living in the third uncle's belly.

I sent my classmate away, promising to pay within three days, and let him continue to think about it. If you have any new ideas, tell me immediately.

After that, I sat among the debris in the yard, behind the table where my third uncle drank tea. He leaned back in his chair and made a phone call. I called my second uncle and asked him, "When was the third uncle's house built?"

The second uncle pondered for a moment. There was no answer, and he suddenly asked me: "Where are you?"

I prevaricated about one point, but my second uncle still pondered, obviously not particularly convinced. His tone was a bit strange, and I always felt that something was wrong, but I didn't want to know more at this time. Just asking. The second uncle told me: "The foundation of that house was laid in the 1970s. I don't know how many times it was rebuilt after that. At first, there was only a small bungalow. Later, the third brother made more money. It was slowly expanded. Get up. The longest expansion was in 1988, and he almost lived in my house during that time."

After the second uncle said this, he suddenly said: "Don't bother yourself lately.

Have a good stay in Hangzhou. "After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone.

I always felt that my second uncle was busy with something. After hanging up the phone, I thought about it and called my father.

I was leaning there, smoking, and chatting with my dad about things. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular. Just chatting without saying a word. Also thinking about small details that would help my own reasoning.

It was rare in the past few years that I had such a happy chat with my dad, and my dad was even confused. Halfway through the conversation, he carefully hinted at me: "Xiao Xie, are you broken in love? If you have anything sad to say to your dad,"

I chuckled, thinking that my father was quite sensitive and could tell that there was something on my mind. But I know my dad too well. Even if I tell him everything, it won't help.

From the chat with my father, I figured out the entire journey of our Wu family from Changsha to Hangzhou. After listening to it, I found that it was like a TV series: especially the story about my grandfather, Huo Xiangu and me. Listening to that historical record, it sounds like a particularly good feature film.

My grandfather became famous in Changsha. He became famous when he was very young. He was the first native master to train dogs to smell soil. A well-trained dog. The efficiency of hole exploration is ten times that of humans, and dogs can keenly smell various fire and oil traps, and can even smell whether Zongzi has turned into a corpse.

From the time my grandfather trained his first dog, he accumulated wealth extremely quickly. Within a few years, he might already be number one in the entire Changsha City: number one in knowing the location of ancient tombs, number one in the number of underworld weapons that have not been taken, etc. Even Zhang Dafoye’s subordinates would come and ask my grandfather for his position:

At that time, although the Huo family, Qi family, and Jie family were all well-known, the Huo family was forced to focus on business due to serious civil strife. No one went to the fields (it was easy to lose troops and generals). , and the Qi family has always been good at business, tepid, and Jie Jiuye has just returned from Japan. My grandfather's accumulation in the past few years has even exceeded the accumulation of several generations of the Qi family.

When my grandfather talked about this experience at the time, he was quite proud and kept saying: "Technological innovation is productivity, especially in a traditional industry like bucket fighting. A little innovation can bring about earth-shaking changes."

My grandfather did enjoy some glory in Changsha. At that time, he was young and legendary. But he has no pretensions at all, spends money like water, but is also amiable. This kind of person will definitely have countless friends coming to make friends, and countless friends will be full of admiration for him. His relationship with Huo Xiangu started from here. Huo Xiangu was still older than him at that time, and she liked him very much.

Later, we encountered the big case in Changsha that I mentioned before. Jude Kao betrayed everyone. My grandfather’s family fortune was wiped out and he hid in an ancient tomb for a while. Later he fled to Hangzhou. Mr. Jie Jiu was already well-off at that time. Although his wealth was not as strong as my grandfather's, because of his strong family background, wide connections, and good management skills, the Jie family became the one with the best political and business relations among the old nine families. It was through Mr. Xie that With the protection of Master Jiu, my grandfather met my grandmother:

At that time, my grandfather should have lived at my grandma's house first under the introduction of Mr. Jie Jiu (my grandma was related to the Xie family, and my grandma was responsible for taking care of my grandpa. At that time, Xiaojia Biyu from Jiangnan had completely different temperaments from the female tomb robbers from Hunan. My grandpa was then It must have been cheating. Without explaining anything to Huo Xiangu, I was completely defeated by my grandma. Of course, my grandma didn’t know about it at the time.

At that time, the situation across the country was in chaos, and even letters could not be communicated. This thing just got over slowly. It was probably two years later when Huo Xiangu came to Hangzhou. My grandfather was already married to my grandma, and my grandma was already pregnant with my father: Huo Xiangu didn't see my grandpa at that time. I just chatted politely with my grandma in the room for an hour and then left.

From then on, everyone knew each other's existence. I also know how the other person is doing, but we just won’t see each other again.

No one knows what they were talking about that day. I just heard from the servants that they were having a great time chatting.

When my grandfather heard the news, he must have been sweating. After hearing this, I couldn’t help but sympathize with him:

It was about three years before my grandfather continued to push his business back to Changsha. After that, he basically lived back and forth between the two places. Every time I go to Changsha, my grandma will always accompany me. My grandfather and Huo Xiangu will never have a chance to get back together. In another year, Huo Xiangu will marry and go to Beijing. My grandfather was emotional when he talked about it. When. I felt terrible and left. But I also feel melancholy.

My third uncle probably entered the industry on his own when he was 13 years old. He first worked in the field in Changsha. Later, after getting some experience and money, he came to Hangzhou and bought the current land. There was no concept of buying at that time. I got the money from Guanxi and built a house, so I slowly shifted my focus to business. This place has been expanded many times and keeps getting better and better.

The second uncle has been studying. He opened the teahouse about seven years ago, not to make money, but simply to have a gathering place with his friends. I have never seen a woman around my second uncle. He seems to be unable to absorb water. But maybe the second uncle is very thoughtful and no one knows about his bad things. My father left home very early. At that time, he went to the south to do geological exploration in the north. He only came back in the late 1970s.

After they came back, they got married and had me. My mother was from a powerful family, a girl from a local official's family in Hangzhou. Later, she and my father were divorcing every day for a while. It almost annoys me to death.

The whole process of the Wu family in Hangzhou is very clear at this point. Now the question is. Where did the room at the bottom of this building come from? It was dug before construction. Or was it done when the heavy weight was reached?

If the third uncle himself did not know the existence of this secret room, then this secret room must have been completed secretly. Therefore, it cannot be designed when the violation was first repaired, and it was probably excavated during a subsequent reconstruction.

I studied construction, and I knew that digging a basement was not a simple matter. I went out for a few steps and measured it with my steps. I soon discovered that things were not as complicated as I thought.

The exact location of this basement is not under the third uncle's house, but under the wall connecting with the next door house.

I looked at the building next door and I'd never noticed it. The farmers' houses here are very dense. Every time I come to Sanshu's place, I always go directly to the second floor to look at the goods. I don't stay too long. I really don't know who is next door.

My mind was in turmoil. He walked to the door next door in a daze and knocked on the door out of nowhere.

It was an iron door, a very familiar and strong security door for farmers' houses. After knocking a few times, I found a piece of paper on the door that had almost peeled off. It said "House for rent" and below it was a phone number.

No one came to open the door. I knocked for a long time and got no response. I took out my phone and dialed this number:

The voice rang three or four times, but no one answered.

I looked around and saw that there was no one around, so I found a place and climbed up the wall and jumped in.

My own agility shocked me. It seems that this is the result of the two years of "working in the field". After landing, I found that this house seemed to be unoccupied. The yard was in a state of depression and was full of fallen leaves. I was wondering where these fallen leaves came from, when I saw a few more falling. As soon as I looked up, I saw that there were some plants planted on the roof of this room. The plants had not been taken care of for a long time and were all dead. The leaves were falling from the top.

I measured the yard with my steps and found that if someone wanted to dig a passage from here to Uncle San's downstairs, it would be feasible. But I have to know when it was dug.

I walked towards the front of the building. There was another access control here, which was a large copper-clad door. This house has no taste. The brass door looks golden and grand, so many rural bosses like this kind of door.

Although this door looks very tacky, the safety performance is really excellent. I don't think it can be blown open with ordinary small explosives. Moreover, this kind of door usually has six or seven latches, so it is really laborious to pry it open.

How can I get in? I thought about it and saw that the second floor was also heavily iron-railed and all the windows were tightly wrapped, as if it was specially designed to prevent a group of people from burglarizing the house. Just when I was about to call someone for help, suddenly my phone rang. When I looked, it was the number I just dialed back.

I picked up and there was a man's voice asking me what I was doing. I said I wanted to rent a house.

Son, he said: "The house has been rented out a long time ago."

I said: "It's impossible, no one has lived in the house." The other party said: "The house was rented out nineteen years ago, and the note may have never been torn up. For the past nineteen years, the rent has been paid on time every year. So I never ask questions when I’m away from home.”

Nineteen years ago? I was stunned for a moment and looked at the layout of the house. The house nineteen years ago must not be what it is now. The house must have been renovated. I asked him if the house had been renovated in the past nineteen years.

The other party said he didn't know and he couldn't control it. Anyway, the money would increase at an increasing rate every year. After saying that, he asked, "Did something happen?" I said, "It's nothing, I just want to rent a house." Then I had an idea and asked him, "Can you give me this person's contact information? I want him to be a second landlord and rent two houses to me."

The other party was quite enthusiastic and said to wait a moment. He quickly reported the phone number and said that he had not contacted me for a long time. If there was any problem, he would continue to call him.

I felt warm in my heart when I heard it, saying that there is still warmth in the world after all. So, I called the phone number he gave me. After a few rings, no one answered. I put down the phone to see if I had dialed the wrong number. Suddenly, I saw a name pop up on the screen of my phone. This number was actually in my phone directory!

Looking at this name, I immediately turned off the phone, thinking ***, it’s impossible. To be continued