Chapter 72 Chapter 21 The past of the grandparents

The name that popped up on the phone has not appeared on my phone for a long, long time.The moment I saw it, I thought, I wouldn't be surprised whose name popped up on my phone.But only this person, I am extremely surprised. In fact, it is not a name, but a title. "grandfather"! The name displayed on the phone is the number my grandfather used before he passed away.No one beat him after he was buried.Unexpectedly, there is no shutdown now. I was pacing back and forth in the yard, thinking to myself, it seems that I am really very close to the core.I'm on the right track, but I still don't get it, what the hell are these people doing?

I thought about it, continued to dial the number, and put the phone to my ear.I don't know what I can hear, but I'm actually looking forward to it, no matter what the sound is, I'm really looking forward to it. "Sorry, the number you dialed could not be reached." I put down my cell phone. Grandpa's cell phone must have run out of battery, and there may be some money in it, because Old Dog Wu lived quite affluent in his last days.My third uncle recharged my grandfather's phone card, which may be enough for several years, so there is no downtime.However, that mobile phone, there must be no one charging it.

My grandma is not a person who is tired of love, she lived a very smart life, she was not too sad about my grandpa's death, and I don't want to bother her now. This house was rented by my grandfather, and the rent lasted for nineteen years. I don't want to think about the possibility anymore.I called the landlord again and told him that I had contacted the second landlord, and I would pay 500 yuan to the second landlord's account and the landlord's account each month.The second landlord asked me to directly ask the landlord to make a copy of his previous payment certificate to the intermediary.

The landlord was very enthusiastic. He probably knew that he could charge another 500 yuan more every month, so he quickly called me his account list.I lit a cigarette, turned over the wall, and asked my subordinates to find a few people who could pry open the door. At the same time, I asked my friends in the bank to inquire about the sender of the money in this account. At first, my friend was very embarrassed on the phone. I said that I would give him some favors, and told him that he only needed the account number of the sender before he agreed.Soon the account number was sent, I entered the account number on the automatic deposit machine, and soon the name corresponding to the account number jumped out.

I stared at the automatic deposit machine in a daze for a long time. It's my grandfather's name. It may be that grandpa has adopted the method of automatic account transfer. I went back down the street and was almost hit by a truck while crossing the sidewalk.I couldn't care less about these things, and came to a coffee shop in a daze, looking for a place to sit down, and found that I couldn't think anymore. How is this going?Could it be that the basement was dug by grandpa? Grandpa rented a nearby house, dug a basement, and then spied on his son? Grandpa isn't that perverted, right? The grandpa in my impression has basically been born, living in his own world and memories.In his later years, he only had a cup of tea in his heart, a few dogs and an old woman walking along the West Lake holding hands.

However, nineteen years, I thought of this number, what was the grandfather like nineteen years ago? A lot of bits and pieces of information flashed through my mind, and I thought of some ambiguous words that my second uncle said to me, implying that they didn't know that my third uncle was a fake. Nineteen years ago, it seemed to be the time when the false third uncle returned to Hangzhou from Xisha.After he came back, the second uncle and my grandpa quickly found out that something was wrong, but they didn't know what happened. At that time, everyone was still quite taboo about "it", especially grandpa, who would definitely think that it had something to do with him. In order not to startle the snake, grandpa dug such a cellar here to monitor this fake third uncle.

It's possible, very likely. Then why is there a person who lives in the cellar all year round?Could it be that Grandpa and the others found someone to monitor Third Uncle. This person stayed in the cellar all year round and hasn't come off work until now? That's the bloodiest job in the world, and it's in the sewers, and there's no holidays.If it was a secret room built 19 years ago, it would have been 19 years in the dark, worse than being in a small coal mine. In addition, there is another problem that cannot be explained.Nineteen years, with the courage of grandpa and second uncle, nineteen years of surveillance, has nothing changed?In nineteen years, a dynasty can be changed, why is it still under surveillance?In other words, grandpa and second uncle should soon find out what the problem is.From the hint given to me by the second uncle, there is also this meaning. They know that the third uncle is Xie Lianhuan, so why didn't they take any measures?

Could it be that, with such monitoring, they have monitored their feelings?Or, second uncle and grandpa still have their own plans?So what's the plan? I couldn't figure it out after much deliberation, and I couldn't bear it any longer.I realized that no matter how difficult and shrewd Second Uncle is, I have to show my cards to him.I really had to know what they were thinking. Back to my third uncle, I lay on the sofa thinking about it. In my previous understanding, plotting against my second uncle was basically courting death.The second uncle didn't need an intermediate process to see through a situation. He could immediately know what the other party was doing behind his back just by looking at the expression and the general statement.Moreover, what he likes most is to follow the bureau you set up.Once when we went to our hometown, the third uncle set up a game in order to steal something left by an ancestor. The second uncle kept pretending that he was in the game. Another tribe has a bigger situation.When the third uncle thought he had finally won once, the second uncle took away all the fruits of victory with a few words.

I was wondering if Second Uncle would tell me everything. What was the premise for him to tell me? I really can't figure it out, the second uncle won't give in, the only possibility for me to force him to submit is to force him with my life. However, the second uncle is a very shrewd person.He knows that I am the kind of person who is absolutely impossible to fight with my life. I think he is most likely to drink tea there and ignore me at all.I can't really kill myself. I have to make it into a situation where he understands that if he doesn't tell me, I will really die, that is to say, I have to do things that I can't even control myself.

Are you going to pretend to be kidnapped?I thought to myself, if I cut off my finger and send it to the second uncle, will the second uncle give in? I think I'll give in.However, I don't think the second uncle will give in immediately. One finger is definitely not enough. The second uncle's nerves can at least stick to three. When I came to the kitchen, I looked at my left hand, picked up the kitchen knife, and chose three of them that seemed unlikely to be used. I made a comparison and suddenly felt that life is very beautiful, so why should I do it? Will the second uncle come over and talk to me personally?If he dug this hole, then the second uncle would know immediately if the people below escaped.Will the second uncle have any emergency measures to start?Wait a minute, will a directional missile fly over and blow me into the sky?

A long time has passed and nothing happened when I came back.This is fucking strange, if there is no emergency measure, what is the use of this kind of surveillance? I feel that all directions seem to make sense in this matter, but I lack a key, the only key.In the past, I was too far away from the truth, and could only see many clues in a straight line, which contradicted each other.However, this time I was too close to the truth, so what I saw were countless possibilities.Compared with absolute impossibility and countless possibilities, I now find that the former is more benevolent. Calculate the second uncle. I picked up the kitchen knife again and pressed my hand on the cutting board, as if this was the only way I could do it. Although it was a bit stupid, I seemed to have nowhere to go. A sense of determination and sternness welled up from the bottom of my heart. At this moment, I realized that I was going crazy, and my inner demons had reached the point where I could not restrain them. help me!I said something to myself, just as I was about to slash down with a knife, at this moment, the mobile phone I put aside rang. I was taken aback, and in an instant, all my vigor was vented.People almost collapsed. Picking up the phone, I paused and found it was an unfamiliar number, so I asked who it was when I picked it up.The other party said: "Put down the knife and look out of the window." As soon as I heard the voice, I realized it was the voice of the man I had heard in the cellar, and immediately looked out the window.I saw a flashlight flashing in a farmer's house in the distance. I was wondering, when I heard the person on the phone sigh: "I put the flashlight here, and I left the things you want to know next to the flashlight. After you read it, you will know what to do. "