This heavy rain has been falling for several hours, and at three o'clock in the morning, the sky was filled with dark clouds and thunder and lightning.
Wang Xu put on a raincoat and went out with a shovel, heading towards the cemetery next to the apartment.
The excavation work began.
Normally, there would be no cars on the road in the suburbs at this time, and naturally no pedestrians would pass by.
Of course, in such a heavy rain, even if a circle of onlookers gathered within ten meters of Wang Xu, they couldn't see clearly what he was doing, or even whether he was a human or a ghost.
Wang Xu was in an extremely depressed mood at the moment.
It was certainly not because he had a whim and wanted to make a fortune by robbing tombs after reading a few books about Ghost Blowing the Lamp, but because he was forced to do so.
In fact, it had only been three days since he moved into the apartment next to the cemetery.
Originally, he thought it was natural that the rent for the house next to the cemetery was cheap.
Anyway, I am a materialist.
As a homebody, I only need to stare at the computer screen.
How can I stand still?
A cemetery is the place where you can look into the distance in front of the window and shout out your life ideals.
As a result, something strange happened the night he checked in.
When he was surfing the Internet until twelve o'clock, there was a constant heartbeat outside the window, thump, thump, echoing leisurely.
At first, Wang Xu thought he was hearing hallucinations because he had been online for too long, so he turned off the computer and tried to sleep.
However, after he fell down, the sound became clearer and clearer.
It was definitely the sound of a heartbeat.
Wang Xu only felt that his throat was dry and cold sweat soaked his whole body.
You must know that there was a cemetery outside the window and there was nothing else.
If you didn't listen against someone else's chest, you wouldn't be able to hear the heartbeat.
So what's going on now?
So materialistic Being a liberal, he thought of a good way to solve the problem, which is to not think about anything and take sleeping pills The next day, Wang Xu woke up with a splitting headache.
It was already noon when he woke up.
He started the work that a homebody should do again, surfing the Internet, eating, surfing the Internet again, and then eating dinner before he knew it was midnight again.
As the voice sounded again, Wang Xu's psychological defense completely collapsed, so that night, he lay on the bed with his eyes open, and made long-term recordings with his mobile phone, Walkman, and old-fashioned radio.
If it could be proven that the voice was indeed There must be a way to explain the existence of that explanation.
This is the last straw for his materialist theory.
On the morning of the third day, Wang Xu's eyes were bloodshot.
He didn't know when the sound stopped.
He couldn't even remember if he hadn't slept all night.
All he knew so far was that all the recording equipment contained only his own breathing.
Voice.
So he turned on his phone and pressed the record button again.
"If I hear this recording and remember that I made it, that proves that I am not hallucinating or schizophrenic and that the recording equipment is functioning normally."
Then he played the recording twice more, sighed deeply, and went out to buy a shovel.
This cemetery existed before liberation and was not managed at all.
There were even some mounds without tombstones.
After Wang Xu came back from buying the shovel, he walked to the middle of the cemetery and said through gritted teeth: "You old fools dare to harass otakus, so be prepared to lose your mind.
I tell you, as long as the door is closed for creatures like otakus, they will be gone."
It’s a different plane than this universe.
Do you understand if anyone dares to plop again tonight?
I will come over and whip the corpse.”
He was full of force and had a ferocious expression on his face, and he told a set of fallacies that he thought were very intimidating.
He felt relieved in his heart, but before he could finish his words, there was a thunder in the sky, which almost scared him to the ground.
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But after all, he didn't lie down, so he straightened his clothes and swaggered back to the house with his hands behind his back.
He didn't know who he was showing off like this.
Anyway, the owner of the watermelon shop across the street was so frightened by him that he almost called 110 when he saw this new neighbor holding a shovel and baring his teeth in the cemetery.
In fact, young people with little social experience like Wang Xu are often like this.
They feel that they can solve everything on their own.
He has never thought of asking his neighbors.
He only needs to ask Boss Zhang of the watermelon shop opposite.
You can know a lot of things.
For example, this small cemetery was actually the residence of a wealthy family in the late Qing Dynasty.
Later, an unknown fire turned it into ruins.
In the 1930s, someone built a European-style building here.
The small villa was the predecessor of the apartment where Wang Xu currently lives.
During the Anti-Japanese War, this building was used by the Japanese army as a temporary combat headquarters for several years, and the cemetery next to it was gradually formed during those years.
If someone like a born genius, a handsome guy with a domineering attitude, like Pig Knuckle, moved here, he might be able to analyze a lot of useful things from this information.
Unfortunately, Wang Xu is just an ordinary otaku.
To say that he is special The point is that he is better at complaining than the average person.
So on such a rainy night, Wang Xu was shoveling the soil hysterically.
The heavy rain seemed to be trying to help him.
The soil was so muddy that it would rot at the touch of a finger.
Originally, the physical work of digging graves was not suitable for the slender Wang Xu.
It was a difficult job, but it didn't take much effort for him to do it at this time.
The heartbeat continued, and the sound was transmitted directly to his brain.
Covering his ears did not help, but he could still hear it very clearly in the pouring rain.
There must be something under this mound without even a tombstone.
Wang Xu was digging frantically.
He had forgotten his fear and was only angry.
He kept cursing, "Things that want to die, bury them in the soil."
You still keep pounding away, and you don’t care about other people’s feelings, you see, I’ve tortured you to death.”
Just as he said this, his voice suddenly stopped, and then the shovel obviously hit something hard.
Wang Xu's first reaction was bones, but when he saw what he dug out clearly, he almost dropped the flashlight in his mouth.
Come down.
"Hey, hey, hey."
He held the flashlight in his mouth and giggled for half a minute.
Wang Xu's mood still couldn't calm down.
"This is a treasure no matter how you look at it.
It will make you rich."
While talking to himself, he dug out the thing completely.
At this time, he had dug a pit more than two meters deep.
Normally, he should be exhausted, but when he saw the wooden box, he suddenly became energetic again.
The movement actually moved a little faster.
The box was not big, only about the size of a shoe box, but it was surprisingly heavy.
Wang Xu struggled to bring the box out of the pit with all his strength.
He didn't pay attention when he was digging, and before he knew it, the hole was larger than his height.
He climbed until his whole body was covered in mud, but he didn't care at all.
He quickly started filling in the soil.
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When he walked into the house, he didn't know how much time had passed.
In short, he was so tired that he was about to lose strength.
Wang Xu glanced out the window again, making sure that he had left no obvious traces.
At this time, he didn't care that he was sweating and covered in mud.
He sat on the sofa and picked up a piece of cloth, carefully wiped the outside of the wooden box and looked at it.
When he got up, he was convinced that the value of this object was not because it was dug up from a grave, but because he found that the wooden box had not rotted at all even when it was buried in the soil, and there was no scratch after being chipped by a shovel, so The rich imagination of the otaku comes into play at this time.
What exactly is in this wooden box that even modern high technology cannot manufacture?
It is probably agate, jade, gold and silver jewelry, a moonlight treasure box, etc.
"You seem to have dug up something incredible."
"Yeah, this is really good luck.
Who are you and why are you in my house?"
Wang Xu jumped up in shock.
There was someone standing behind him, and when he was about to open the wooden box, he suddenly spoke to him. .
"Since this thing has chosen you, it means you must be something special.
This is my business card.
Come to my office today to find me."
As he spoke, the man walked up to Wang Xu, and then leaned over.
The business card was placed on the coffee table.
Wang Xu It was only then that he saw clearly that this man was about thirty years old, with a sloppy hairstyle, a beard that was not completely shaved, and a face as pale as paper.
For a moment, Wang Xu even thought in his mind: Maybe if I continue to be an otaku, I will be the same in ten years.
It became like this.
Pushing the strange thoughts out of his mind, Wang Xu yelled angrily: "You haven't answered my question yet, who are you?
I'm going to call the police."
But the man didn't seem to hear him at all, and he didn't seem angry. , still as calm as water, said feebly: "If you haven't found my office before four o'clock this afternoon, then haha, it's better not to say anything, just be careful."
The mysterious man walked away as he spoke.
After he finished speaking, he opened the door and went out.
His back quickly melted into the rainstorm.
Wang Xu was stunned for a few seconds by what he said.
By the time he chased him out, he was already It was in vain, the visibility outside was extremely low, and it was impossible to catch the man.
When Wang Xu returned to the house, he began to convince himself again.
It could be said that this was how he had kept himself from going crazy since he was a child.
He convinced himself that the man was just a thief.
He just saw himself coming back with a shovel, and then took the shovel.
He was holding a box, so he took the opportunity to make a fool of himself so he could escape.
After Wang Xu "figured it out" like this, he picked up the business card on the coffee table and wanted to throw it into the trash can.
What he saw next made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
The business card reads: Supernatural Detective Agency, Master Cat.
The address column is actually blank.
Wang Xu stared straight at the word "supernatural", and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Are you kidding?
It must be a joke, haha, haha, you actually told me to be careful with everything, be careful with what, to what extent, be careful, Are you careful about getting yourself killed?
Hey, uncle, answer me, you bastard."
A cup of hot coffee finally calmed Wang Xu down, not because he drank it, but because his hands shook and spilled all over his crotch.
Anyway, the matter has come to this point, and it is useless to think too much, so he just takes it one step at a time, so he locks the doors and windows, takes the wooden box to the bedroom, takes a deep breath solemnly, and opens the wooden box. aatahrefgt,tagt: