Aoba Office

I didn't dare to make a move for a while and looked down.

Song Xian was still standing next to the chair, looking up at me. Her eyes were cloudy and her face had no expression.

I couldn't tell anything from her face, so I looked at the cabinet again.

There is actually no yin energy in the cabinet.

Maybe I'm just overthinking it. Is this where the old lady hides her private money? It's just that this method of hiding private money is a bit advanced, and ordinary people probably wouldn't do it.

I reached out and held down the warped board, touched the edge of the board, and gently broke it.

The wooden board made a "clacking" sound and was quite solid. It was not the kind of secret door seen in movies and TV shows.

I also reached up with my other hand and grabbed the edge of the cabinet to use it as strength. The hand holding the board became a little heavier, and with a strong force, the board was completely broken.

I opened a gap in the board and could see the dark space inside.

I set the board aside and used my phone to illuminate it.

There was indeed something stuffed inside, it was a glass or ceramic bottle.

It doesn't look like anything dirty.

I relaxed a little and broke open the piece of wood again.

As I discovered before, this cabinet does not have a sophisticated secret door. It is just an extra thin wooden board added to the original space to create a new space. Even the wooden boards added are not particularly fine, otherwise they would not break or warp.

There is more than one bottle behind the wooden board. There are two bottles and a small wooden box.

Compared to the rough wooden boards and gray bottles, the wooden box looked much more refined. It seemed to be made of precious wood and had carvings on it. The gaps in the carvings were stained with dust, almost like bottles.

I took down these three items one by one and took a photo of the cabinet with my phone to make sure there was nothing else in it.

I got off the chair and looked at Song Xian.

Song Xian was wiping the two bottles.

Maybe it had been left there for too long, and a layer of dust had been wiped away, but there was still a thick layer of dirt, making it difficult to see the original color of the bottle.

What is vaguely visible is the mottled color on the bottle. There should have been some patterns on this bottle. It's not the glass bottle I thought before, and it doesn't look like it's ceramic either.

Song Xian wiped it for a long time and finally let me see something.

I couldn't see it before because there are two pieces embedded in the back of the bottle. There were words engraved on it, and my first reaction was the name.

I looked at Song Xian in a strange mood.

Song Xian seemed to have something in his heart and said to himself: "Abba, aunt, finally... alas..."

I felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Song Xian placed his parents' ashes in a place like this?

I don't have that kind of feudal superstitious idea, and I think this thing is unlucky.

Neither the Yin Qi nor the ghosts of the two old men were seen. They must have been reincarnated long ago. There's nothing to be afraid of.

Song Xian put the ashes jar upright and looked at the wooden box again.

Her old hands brushed against the wooden box, and she fumbled for a while. Then she leaned over and took a look, then straightened up and muttered something.

I saw that she seemed distressed, so I asked.

"Key, I forgot the key." Song Xian pointed to the box.

I picked it up and studied it, wiped off the dust on the surface, and saw a groove where Song Xian pointed. The padlock fit right into it and could be pulled out. That lock was still a combination lock. Unlike the current combination locks that can be opened by turning numbers, the code of this lock had a strange pattern. Because of the dust, I couldn't see clearly what the pattern was. After wiping it a few times, I found that the lock was actually rusty and covered with rust stains. It was impossible to see clearly the content of the password just by wiping off the dust.

Such an old and exquisite thing is probably worth a lot of money, and it might even be an antique.

I dare not take it and look at it casually.

Putting the wooden box on the table, I expressed my helplessness.

"Let me call your son over for you." I took my cell phone and wanted to call Song Xian's son. I have the contact information of both of them.

Song Xian shook his head all of a sudden, and shook it hard several times, "No, no. Don't."

"But you still have to ask your son to get this thing, right? Ask him to find someone to show you whether it can be opened." I persuaded him.

Song Xian made a move without much hesitation, "Let's smash it open."

If it really needs to be smashed, I can't be the one to do it.

I refused outright.

Song Xian refused to listen to my persuasion and left holding the urn and the box.

These things are a bit too heavy for a thin old man.

I told her several times, but Song Xian was unwilling to call her son. I could only help her hold the wooden box.

Song Xian wanted to hold the ashes jar by himself, but he couldn't hold it firmly, so I had to hold it beside him.

I wanted to call a taxi for Song Xian, but Song Xian didn't refuse.

Going downstairs and out of the community, I met the thin man and the others who had just arrived.

"Hey, Brother Qi." The thin man lowered the car window and called out.

He ran out of the car and helped me hold Song Xian.

"Grandma Song, why are you here? This is... uh..."

The thin man obviously didn't see clearly what Song Xian was holding at first, but after he got a rough idea, his expression changed.

Song Xian smiled, like the kind old lady who would be happy when seeing young people, and turned a blind eye to the skinny man's embarrassed expression. Or maybe, her eyesight is not very good and she really can't see clearly.

The thin man bravely helped me deliver Song Xian to the gate of the community, and then waited for the taxi I called before.

The taxi driver just took a casual look and suddenly shouted: "Is the old lady riding alone in the car? This is not possible. How old is this old lady? She must be accompanied by family members."

"No, no need." Song Xian waved his hand.

We are not Song Xian’s family members either.

"Go to Wanshou Cemetery." Song Xian said directly to the driver.

I was startled.

When I called for a taxi, my destination was where Song Xian lives now, that is, her son's place.

The driver turned around and caught a glimpse of what Song Xian was holding. He was as startled as I was, "What are you doing? Are you playing a prank?"

"No, this..." I became embarrassed.

"Go to Wanshou Cemetery."

"That's not where you went when you called for a taxi. I've never heard of your cemetery. No, no, no." The driver refused, "I've never heard of this place. Where can I find a good cemetery in Wanshou? This Isn’t it Minqing’s cemetery next to the crane or something?”

Song Xian listened to the driver's words with some difficulty, and showed that troubled expression again. She didn't seem to know where the Wanshou Cemetery was.

The thin man searched on his mobile phone and only found a cemetery with the same name in the capital. There is indeed no such place near Minqing.

The driver refused to take passengers, and the thin man threatened to complain, but he didn't relent. It seemed that he really didn't want to go and didn't know the way.

Song Xian got out of the car without any further entanglement. The old lady's expression became aggrieved and pitiful.

The thin man and I looked at each other.

I again persuaded her son to handle the matter.

"I'll go by myself." Song Xian held the urn and wanted to take the wooden box from my hand.

There's no way I'm going to let go like this.

"Otherwise, you go back first. I'll leave this thing at home for you. When you figure out how to get there, can you call a car to pick it up?" I coaxed.

We have to settle the current matters for the time being. If Song Xian forgets about it later, then forget it. No matter what happens, I can secretly inform her two sons and handle the matter properly.

Goodnight everybody.