Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

I don't believe in ghosts, I don't believe his words, I've seen this trick before, it's the same as the old chicken feet woman.

There is 800 yuan, I can eat, drink and smoke, so why give it to him.

After dismissing Manager Niu, I found another remote place and read the letter paper.

The letter paper has deep creases after opening, and the edges are yellow and dry. It is not short of age.

Very strange.

A wasteland was drawn with a pen on the paper, and a tree was drawn in the field. Circles were drawn on the tree to represent fruits, which may be pear trees or apple trees.

Also, next to the tree, wrote three small characters, "It's not me."

not me?

What does this mean?

I dug out three old photos and looked at them, but I still had no clue.

Think about it.

Tian Sanjiu said that he had investigated, and there were only three people involved in the casting iron Buddha incident, and the Science Popularization Committee of the Second National Cotton Factory no longer exists.

The young Wang Xiaoqin died in 58, Tang Xinjiu died a few years ago, and now Mr. Bai is also dead.

Fifty-eight years later, the cast iron Buddha and Tasha disappeared, and no one knows where the things went. I heard that the Xianyang Museum investigated this matter after its establishment, but there was no result in the end, so I don’t know.

I had a vague feeling that there was something Tian Sanjiu didn't know about, that Mr. Bai had brought some secret into the coffin.

......

Father Bai bought a coffin from another place that day, it was a high-quality nanmu coffin, unpainted, and the original color nanmu.

In the past two years, Xianyang City has begun to crack down on rural burials and advocate environmental cremation. It is said that it is to reduce unnecessary waste of land area and provide convenience for the rapid development of urban construction.

I went to help carry the coffin. Good nanmu is not heavy, and four people can lift it with one corner each. I also watched the process of putting on the shroud for the old man in the mortuary room.

It is very troublesome, because after death, the arms and legs start to become stiff. When the shroud is put on, the corpse always falls on the person. After wearing it for more than half an hour, the shroud has twelve layers inside and out. After the old man puts on the clothes The face still looks so thin, but the body looks fatter, and the whole is a little out of balance.

I asked a local who was carrying the coffin why he had to wear so many clothes.

The man explained: "The number of shrouds we wear here is all even numbers, not odd numbers. The reason why we wear more pieces is because people will bleed after death. If you don't wear enough shrouds, they will leak from both sides of your body." , so wear a few more to prevent side leakage.”

Grandma Bai Xiqiong found a gentleman from Xianyang. The gentleman looked at the horoscope of Mr. Bai's birthday and said: "If the burial time is an odd number, avoid an even number. This is called avoiding double disasters. Your husband died on the 20th. I will live my life. The burial time It should be set at 23:6 pm on the 15rd, that is, after the sun goes down, the coffin should be sealed."

The old lady wiped her tears and said yes, just listen to your husband.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon on the 23rd, the Bai family started to set off. There were four cars, the extended Jinbei car was tied with a big white flower, and the coffin was pulled in the car, and the other two cars pulled some immediate family members of the Bai family.

The last car was pulling the work to help, and I was in the last car.

"Where does the young man live?"

"Brother, I'm not a local. I'm from the Northeast. I'm here to work in Xianyang. I'm here to help my friends."

"Oh, I think you don't have big eyelashes. I'm her second uncle. Young man, I think you are a good person. You can endure hardships and not be afraid of being tired. If you really catch up with our little eyelashes, treat her well and wait for two years." Once the auditorium is demolished, Xiaoxie will have money for more than a dozen houses."

"what?"

I know it's her second uncle who misunderstood, maybe it's because I helped before and after, which reminds people?

Also, the tone of Bai Xiqiong's conversation with me has become gentle these two days, could it be that she thinks the same way?Think I'm chasing her?

A little after five o'clock, the funeral convoy arrived at the Northwest National Cotton No. 50 Factory. At that time, the No. [-] National Cotton Factory had no gate, but a few pillars. There was a cement sentry box at the gate. Sitting under the sentry box listening to the radio.

The security guard looked up. He didn't stop the convoy and let us in. It should be done by the manager.

After entering, the factory area is very large, and almost no one can be seen. I asked Uncle Baixianqiong what happened, and he told me the reason.

It turned out that the Northwest National Cotton No. 1953 Factory was established in 1996 and changed into Northwest No. Ermian Import and Export Company, Daxing Dyeing and Weaving Industry Company, Ruijun Trading and other units.

We buried Mr. Bai in the first month. The expansion of the No. [-] Cotton Factory has not yet finished its holiday. It will be in March. There are only some decoration workers in the factory area.

The convoy turned several turns and stopped after walking for nearly 10 minutes. I remember that after getting off the bus, there was a large wasteland on the left, and a building in the workers’ dormitory on the right. The factory was on holiday and there was no one in the dormitory, except for an old man who watched the door. .

The burial pit had already been dug in advance, Father Bai looked at the time and said: "Everyone, there are still 10 minutes until the auspicious time, everyone take a break, those who should smoke smoke a cigarette, those who are thirsty drink saliva, hard work .”

I got out of the car and walked towards the staff dormitory.

"Grandpa, take a pill?"

The old man looked to be at least 70 years old. He was wearing a starched army coat with black and shiny sleeves.

"Good smoke, let's have one."

"Come on, let me order it for you."

The old man immediately covered the lighter with his hand.

"Phew... what a smoke..."

"How long have you been here, sir?"

"me?"

The old man smiled and said: "I have been here for almost 50 years, and I have been working in Ermian since I was a teenager."

"Yo," I said, then you are really a veteran employee.

With a cigarette in his mouth, the old man waved his hand and smiled: "Why don't you dare to say anything, anyway, now that the chairman of Ermian has seen me, he has to give me a cigarette and call me Sheng Xing Ye."

"sharp."

"Hey, sir," I said, pointing to a large barren area, "we're going to bury people there later, you know?"

"I know, the deputy factory manager told us to leave it alone, but..."

"But what?" I asked.

The old man pointed to the wasteland, "However, the geomantic omen of this place is not good, the old man Bai is buried here, it seems that he has thought about it and put his mind to rest..."

"Master, do you know Mr. Bai?"

"Nonsense, he also worked in Ermian back then, how could I not know him!" The old man said: "But after that happened, he resigned and went into business. hall."

I asked: "Master, what do you mean by that thing you said? Do you know why Mr. Bai wanted to bury himself here?"

The old man flicked the cigarette ash coquettishly.

"I've said it all, I've been in Ermian for 50 years! There's nothing I don't know about Ermian! Go outside and find out who I, Ermian Xingye is."

"Did you see that dying pear tree?" the old man pointed away.

"I see, what's wrong?"

He looked at the pear tree quietly, the cigarette in his mouth was burned to the butt, as if he remembered the past decades ago.

"Hey......"

The old man sighed heavily, and said: "49 years ago, Wang Xiaoqin in our factory hanged himself on that pear tree."

"The director of the factory was Wang Xinggui back then. He is dead now. During the big steel smelting, someone reported Wang Xiaoqin, Tang Xin, and Bai Tingli for stealing scrap iron. They say behind their backs that they are thieves with dirty hands and feet."

My heart skipped a beat.

The word "scrap iron" caught my attention.

The old man recalled: "At that time, the scrap iron bought by the factory from Hanzhong lost more than 700 catties. I had never seen it before. I heard that it seemed to be some kind of big iron Buddha. Wang Xinggui's wife was the director of the work style committee, so she forced Wang Xiaoqin to hand it over. Get out the stolen scrap metal."

I frowned, and interjected, "Is it because of this that Wang Xiaoqin was forced to hang herself?"

"No, that's not the main thing."

"Later there were rumors in the factory, all saying that Bai Tingli made a small report secretly and reported this matter. I don't know if the rumor is true or not."

"Wang Xiaoqin was stimulated by successive blows. I remember that one night in the twelfth lunar month of 58, she hanged herself under a pear tree with her feet hanging in the air. I was fetching hot water in the water room in the North District. When I ran over to see it, the person had already been carried down, and only a noose was left on the pear tree."

"Do you know why that wasteland has been unused?"

I shook my head.

The old man said: "In the third year after Wang Xiaoqin's death, the factory planned to build a toilet there, but a worker died during the digging of the foundation. The cause of death was myocardial infarction. In 71, the factory built another one, and another person died."

"Later, some timid female workers in Ermian said that they saw Wang Xiaoqin in person under the pear tree when they were fetching water at night. They all said that Wang Xiaoqin was wearing the clothes she had died with, her tongue sticking out, and she was walking around the pear tree at night."

"There have been a lot of rumors, Ermian people say that there are living people living in the dormitory, and dead people living in Lishu."

"And where we stand now."

"It's the factory road that separates in the middle."

"It's called Yinyang Road."