Chapter 355

The coffin was painted with red paint, but now it was mottled, and the wood of the coffin was rotten. As soon as the shovel touched it, wood debris fell down, and the bodies inside could be seen in some places.

Although in this case, most of the corpse poison would no longer exist, for the sake of caution, we still put on gas masks and gloves and motioned Taotao and her cousin to step back first. The four of us pinned a corner with a shovel and forced the lid of the coffin to pry open, revealing the bones inside and some things put in the coffin during burial.

Although the use of funerary objects has become less popular in China in recent years, some similar customs have been retained more or less. In the water at the bottom of the coffin, I saw several copper coins, all of which are very ordinary Kangxi Tongbao and Qianlong Tongbao. They are not very valuable things. Naturally, we will not move them. We must stay in the tomb to accompany the body.

In addition to these copper coins, there are no metal objects in the coffin, and copper can't destroy Feng Shui. It needs iron or pig iron utensils, but I haven't even found a nail for a long time. I thought it would be useless again today.

"Come on, put the old man's bones back, let's finish work," I said to my three companions.

But just as Ivan and the drunkard straightened the bones, a few pieces of paper fell from the clothes on the bones.

"Eh? What is this?" the drunkard curiously pinched a piece with two fingers and straightened up to look at it in the sun.

Ivan guessed foolishly: "it must be a will, recording the wishes of the dead."

Brother donkey immediately laughed and said, "all wills are left for children. Have you ever seen those buried with them?"

Ivan thought about it and argued, "he must have died of an emergency. It's too late to announce."

This time it didn't work, brother donkey. The drunkard shook his head: "this dress is a shroud. It's put on after. If the will had been discovered, the words on it are not like ah. Brother Lu, look what it is."

Brother donkey took it over and I looked up. This is a corner of the whole paper. You can see that there is a Chinese character on it, and it is written with a brush. You can't see the content, and there's no way to guess the specific role.

"No, I can't see it. Look for it again," said brother donkey. The drunkard and Ivan looked for a few more pieces. They didn't take them to the pit for fear of being blown by the wind. They played there like a puzzle on the coffin board nearby.

Several pieces of paper were moved around for a few minutes. Brother donkey looked up and said to me, "this, this, this is an official document of the government."

"Official document?" the three of us surrounded and called Taotao and her cousin who were waiting nearby.

"Yes," brother donkey said to us pointing to the piece of paper, "there are several types of documents in the Qing Dynasty, such as Oracle, letter ticket and final draft. This one is the oracle. The function of the Oracle is to issue instructions to subordinate departments, officials, business gentry and the people. It is divided into two types: fragment Oracle and folding oracle. Look at this tear mark, this must be folding oracle."

As soon as this guy opened his mouth, I knew it must be such a long speech. I quickly interrupted him and said, "can you see the specific content? Is there any important information?"

Brother donkey shook his head and said, "you can't see anything when it's broken like this. Besides, it's not an imperial edict. It's just an ordinary official document. In the early Qing Dynasty, the government would recycle and destroy it. Later, it was too troublesome to recycle it. Therefore, a lot of it was left among the people, and it won't record too important content on it."

"Oh" I couldn't help being disappointed and asked Taotao, "is there an official in your family?"

Taotao and her cousin looked at each other and shook their heads. Taotao replied, "I haven't heard. It would be a long time ago."

"Well, put everything back and let's finish." I motioned brother donkey to put those pieces of paper back into the coffin.

"Wait." brother donkey pulled down the backpack standing by the pit, took out the SLR, snapped several pieces of paper together, and took a close-up of each piece of paper alone.

"Go back and study it carefully," he said to me when he put the camera away and carefully put some pieces of paper back into the skirt of the body.

"I thought you were going to be thin," I said. Ivan and I carried it, closed the lid of the coffin, and the four people filled the earth back and tried to return the grave as it was. Finally, Taotao and her cousin burned some incense candles and paper lines in front of the grave and kowtowed a few heads to show that we would forgive us for disturbing us today.

Saying goodbye to the island in the middle of the river, we went back through the original road. We were halfway there. Cousin Taotao's phone rang. When we picked it up, it sounded like Xiaojie. We didn't know which brand of Shanzhai machine it was. The voice was particularly loud, like using hands-free.

"Cousin, come back quickly. Xiaojun is ill. I can't press him myself." Xiaojie's hurried voice was accompanied by a falling sound of objects and utensils.

"Xiaojie, don't be afraid. Go to the health center and lock yourself in. Don't let him hurt you. We'll go back right away." my uncle immediately hung up and called his friend who drove three rounds. The three rounds rushed in front of us in a sudden sound before he arrived in ten minutes.

Everyone sat on the bus and nobody spoke. Taotao said a few words to his cousin in dialect to see if he was asking about Xiaojun's condition and whether he would hurt people when he had an attack.

The cousin's face was heavy and didn't answer. He motioned that he would know when he saw it. It was a little difficult to tell.

The tricycle took us to the bus station in the town. Naturally, we had no time to wait for the bus. The six people took two taxis and rushed back to my cousin's house.

When I entered the house, I was stunned. I thought it was no wonder my cousin refused to say the symptoms of the attack. Seeing this scene, it's really not clear in a few words.

The whole room was in a mess. Xiao Jie locked himself in the bathroom. When he heard our voice, he opened the door and looked out. The living room and two bedrooms had been ruined. The ground was full of books, clothes and sheets torn to pieces. The sick Xiaojun was still gnawing at the sofa with his teeth and tearing the sponge into pieces. At the same time, he made a strange cry that no one could understand.

Compared with our stunned, my cousin was already very familiar. He took off a bundle of rope from the clothes hanger at the door, and we went up to help. Ivan pressed his two legs, and I grabbed his two hands. Brother donkey was afraid that Xiaojun might bite his tongue, so he rushed to the bathroom to draw a towel and roll it into a ball according to the treatment of epilepsy. His right hand pulled Xiaojun's mouth to insert the towel.

Xiaojun, who was held down by his hands and feet, was completely unconscious at the moment. He didn't know us at all. He saw a hand reaching out to his face, quickly opened his mouth and bit it hard. It was not like a person. It was clearly an expression only possessed by wild animals.

Xiaojun was very thin and surrounded by three big men. Brother donkey was blocked by Ivan's wide shoulder. When he saw it again, he could not shrink his hand. He was about to be bitten by a solid bite.

At this time, the drunkard who had been idle nearby made a move. As soon as his backhand turned his wrist, he pulled out the military spike, but he didn't pull it out of the scabbard, but stabbed it forward with the scabbard, which was easily stuffed between Xiaojun's upper and lower teeth. Xiaojun closed his mouth and bit it firmly. The drunkard's army stab scabbard is made of hardwood and wrapped with black rubber. It can be used as a short stick when the knife doesn't come out of the scabbard. In addition, his stab is very skilled, that is, he didn't hurt Xiaojun and relieved the siege for brother donkey. If both hands were not busy, I should give him a thumbs up to show my admiration.

On our side, we pressed our hands and feet firmly and clenched our teeth. Taotao's cousin began to tie them. Finally, he stuffed a towel and carried Wu's non-stop Xiaojun back to his own room.

As soon as I entered the room, I was stunned again. Xiaojun looked very strange when he was ill, but now the room in front of me was really strange.

Some vegetables and eggs that were originally in the kitchen were stuffed under the bed, as well as frozen meat, chili sauce, bread, steamed bread and leftovers in the refrigerator. Even porridge and pickles for breakfast were spilled under the bed. I feel that this behavior is a bit like the gold digger described by Jack London, except that people put bread under the bed. At least it is cooked. The little gentleman in front of me, whether raw, cooked or even frozen, hides all under his bed.

With a strange feeling, we put Xiaojun on the bed. Uncle Taotao began to take things to the kitchen. Some dishes were stuck with porridge and had to be washed with water. While doing it, uncle Taotao said: "When I was a child, I was fine, smart and clever. When I was six years old, I suddenly got the disease. It was useless to see many doctors. Every time I got sick, I hid all the food at home under my bed and bit everywhere. At the worst, I almost broke my finger." Speaking of this, he stretched out his hand and exposed the deep tooth marks at the tiger's mouth. It seems that this bite was really not light at that time.

As the saying goes, the speaker has no intention and the listener has a heart. My uncle was just complaining and venting, but I felt like something had been raised in my heart, and I suddenly felt like I had a clue. Because when I was a child, I had an accident (ghost Sutra, Volume I) According to Mr. Bai, if it was not handled in time at that time, the yellow skin essence on me would gradually affect my behavior and weaken my Yuanshen's own control over my body. Over time, it would act like an animal. If it took a long time, even if the attached yellow skin essence left, there would be serious sequelae.

"Is it? What happened to the child?" I surmised.

Brother donkey looked at me and asked, "what's the matter? Monkey, what's the problem?"

I shook my head and said, "I'm just a little skeptical, and I'm afraid it's a little late now. If I just got sick, I might be able to think of something."

When Uncle Taotao heard me say this, he suddenly stopped and asked me excitedly, "do you really have a way?"

I quickly shook my head: "it's just a guess, and Xiaojun was ill more than ten years ago..."

"No, it's not Xiaojun. My brother's children are the same this summer. They have an inexplicable onset. They attack very fiercely and hurt their neighbors. Now they are locked up in a mental hospital for closed treatment. Do you really have a way?"

"If it's this summer, it's not long. You should go and have a look. Why didn't you say it earlier," I replied.

"If you get sick, you don't have to go to college. How can you publicize when you see people?" said cousin Taotao. He felt the loud fake machine and began dialing.