Grandpa slowly walked into the house with his hands behind his back and asked Officer Sun what we were talking about just now.
I desperately used my eyes to signal Officer Sun not to say anything, but as a result, this uncle was so nervous that he not only told the cause and effect, but also praised me fiercely to the sky.
"Old Song ah, this big grandson of yours is really great! This case has been dragging on for half a month, we almost dug up the ground and didn't find the murder weapon, he only took a look at the photo and saw the doorway. This kid will be great in the future, in my opinion, after high school, don't go to college, nowadays there are a lot of college students, graduation is unemployment, why don't I write a letter of introduction to let him enter the police academy directly! The gold should shine through, don't you think so?"
Grandpa waved his hand and said indifferently, "You're too much for him, but he's just flipping through a few old books left behind by his ancestors, just showing off his skills. Besides, our Song family has long had an ancestral motto of 'no official, no career, protect yourself with a clear mind', you'd better put away that little thought! I won't give this child to you."
Said with an icy gaze swept me a glance, scared me hurriedly buried my head.
Officer Sun sighed and said, "Old Song, you're too stubborn, aren't you? Isn't it just that you slept in a stable for three years back then? Wasn't that matter vindicated long ago? Now in the twenty-first century, what kind of ancestral training is not ancestral training, you are really an old stubborn person!" After saying this, he patted me on the shoulder and tried to pull me in, "Kid, do you want to be a policeman when you grow up and catch bad guys with your uncle?"
I didn't dare to make a move in front of grandpa, and shook my head vigorously.
Grandpa said, "Tiger Sun, you don't understand what happened to the Song family, I don't want anything else in my life, I only hope that my children and grandchildren will be able to live in peace and not engage in these dangerous professions."
Officer Sun still wanted to open his mouth, but Grandpa had already lifted a hand and issued an order of dismissal, "If there is nothing else to do, please go back first! Otherwise, don't come through my door again."
Officer Sun swallowed back what he was going to say, picked up his briefcase and said, "Okay, Old Song, I'll leave first, I'll come back to visit next time I have a case!"
After Officer Sun's car drove away, the air in the living room became heavy all of a sudden, Grandpa was sitting on the tai shi chair, holding a teacup, I stood in front of him, very nervous and uneasy.
"Yang'er, those two books, how much have you read?" He asked.
I stammered and answered, read them all. In fact, more than finished, there is no extracurricular reading material at home, those two books I flip through whenever I have the time to read, has almost been turned by me to fall apart.
Grandpa drank a mouthful of tea, and suddenly recited leisurely, "Prison matters are not more important than the Great Pioneer, the Great Pioneer is not more important than the first love, the first love is not more important than the test."
I froze for a moment and recited, "Covering the death and life in and out of the power of the mike, the ghost of the bends and extensions of the machine, and so it is decided."
He recited again, "Conceive a child in January as white dew; February as peach blossom ..."
I picked up: "In March, men and women are divided; in April, the image is set; in May, the sinews and bones are formed; in June, the hairs are born; in July, when the right hand is moved, it is the male on the mother's left; in August, when the left hand is moved, it is the female on the mother's right."
These two paragraphs are the words in the "Wash the Grievance Collection of the true book", grandpa is intentionally in the test me, after listening to his hands of tea cups 'snapped' fell to the ground, surprised to ask: "Yang'er, this book you memorized it all?"
"Almost ...," I admitted a little embarrassed.
"Worthy of being a son of my Song family." After saying that, Grandpa shook his head again.
This strange reaction startled me, I thought that Grandpa would split his head and scold me, but he didn't. Later on, I realized in retrospect that grandpa's heart was very complicated, he was both happy that there was a successor to the Song family's mastery, but also afraid that I would go down the same path as he did, and would never be able to recover.
Grandpa let out a long sigh, "God's will is against us!"
Then he got up, without even looking at me, and went back to the study with his hands behind his back. I stood there, shocked and lucky that Grandpa wasn't going to spank me?
Late that night, grandpa suddenly woke me up and told me to put on my clothes and go somewhere with him, I put on my clothes in confusion and came to the yard, grandpa threw a pickaxe to me and then walked out without a word, I followed closely behind.
The county we live in is not big, to the south is a wild countryside, this night there is no moon, the stars are also very sparse. Grandpa walked in the silence of the chestnut forest, along the way, only our feet on the pile of fallen leaves issued by the rustle, as well as the depth of the woods do not know what animals issued a whimpering strange, hear my heart straight hair.
Soon we passed through the woods, came to a piece of wasteland, I kicked something in a panic, take a closer look, it was clearly a dead man's bones! Years of exposure to the sun and rain, has become black.
I suddenly remembered, this neighborhood is a mass grave, it is said that the end of the Ming Dynasty when the world is in turmoil, there is a group of roving bandits here to occupy the mountains as king, killing people like, the bodies are all thrown here, over time this has become a piece of ominous place, often occur some strange things. Nearby villagers even build a house, the front door will never open in this direction, but where there are any nameless bodies, or moral corruption in life is not worthy of burial in the ancestral tomb of the people were rolled in a straw mat thrown here.
I saw a group of green firelight around me, as if a ghost around me.
At first I thought it was fireflies, but on second thought, this mass grave is very gloomy, almost no grass, where are the fireflies? That light is clearly the "Wash the Grievance Collection of the true book" recorded in the 'away from the skeleton of the fire', that is, the world's mouth of the 'ghost fire', is a corpse after the decay of the phosphorus in the bones volatilized into the air, resulting in spontaneous combustion phenomenon.
Although I understood this reasoning, I still got goosebumps when I saw this fluttering and flickering ghost fire with my own eyes.
Just as my heartbeat was accelerating, a black shadow violently scurried over from the mass grave, stopping ten meters away to stare at me with a deadly glare, both eyes emitting a greenish glow, scaring me with a scream.
Grandpa picked up a stone and threw it at the black shadow, which was frightened and scurried into the bushes with a woof.
"Don't be afraid, it's a dog." Grandpa comforted.
I gulped and asked, "Grandpa, what are we doing here?"
"You'll find out later ..."
Grandpa brought me in front of a pile of rocks and pointed with his hand, "Dig!"
"Dig?" I was shocked, "Grandpa, is this a grave?"
"What else could it be if it's not a grave buried here." Grandpa replied.
"But, Grandpa, isn't grave robbing against the law?" I was a little hesitant.
"What grave-robbing, this is called opening the coffin and examining the corpse, cut the crap and hurry up to dig." Grandpa said in a stern tone.
I have no choice but to swing a pickaxe and start digging, this is a stone grave, digging up very hard, don't look at me is the county grew up, but since childhood, almost never held a heavier than the pencil, soon the palms of the hands are worn with blood blisters.
Grandpa stood aside and lit a dry cigarette, watching me dig. Smoke wafted over, although very choking, but let my heart calm down, and even in the mass grave of that eerie cold are a few points less!
I don't know how long I dug, I was tired and sweaty, suddenly heard a creak, obviously touching the dead below. So I abandoned the pickaxe, with my hands to remove the stone piece by piece, and soon revealed a pile of blackened bones underneath.
I looked at my grandfather, he smoked a cigarette and did not say anything, so I continued to dig out the bones in the pile of stones, and found an empty space to put together a human figure in order.
Although I hadn't come into contact with a corpse before, the chapter "Bone Examination" in "The True Book of Wash the Grievance Collection" describes the shape of each bone in great detail, so it didn't take me too much time to put this skeleton together.
It's just that as I put it together, I suddenly felt that something wasn't quite right!