Strange honey water and Y month [short story collection]

There is an iron gate, rusty, with withered wormwood hanging on it, and a yellow-green wooden gate inside.

I remember that after the death of the second elder in the second grade of elementary school, he continued to live for a while and then was picked up by his parents. The house was also sold and replaced with the latest anti-theft door.

And here it is still in its original state.

The door is ajar, and can be opened with a light push.

"Grandma?" Hua Ke called inside.

After waiting for a while, without any response, he stepped in cautiously, never been so nervous in so many years.

It was very quiet inside, only the soft sound of shoes stepping on the gray concrete floor could be heard.

Because of the gloomy weather, the room was dimly lit.

The water-green furniture with some peeling paint around it was arranged in the way he was most familiar with.

The TV is also the same style as when I was a child, with a piece of embroidered white cloth covering it.

The window was opened, and the wind blew in from the outside, turning the three-leaf ceiling fan overhead slightly.

Behind the dark cloth sofa is a mirror that takes up half of the wall.

Hua Ke looked at himself in the mirror, with a slender figure and an indifferent demeanor.It is completely different from the little boy who used to run around here holding a toy car.

In an instant, his mind was filled with thoughts.

He searched around the two rooms and the kitchen on the balcony. There was no one in the room, and there was no trace of life.

Maybe after my grandparents passed away, they did live here?But now reincarnated?

After being disappointed, Hua Ke walked to the bedroom where he slept in when he was a child, looked through the window, and saw that the grave was there, all alone.

He sat on the bed for a while and tried to lie down, but it was still so hard.

When I was a child, my grandmother thought that Simmons would hunchback when sleeping, so she turned the mattress upside down.At that time, the back of Simmons was made of hard wood, and the bones of the sleeping person ached.

Nothing has changed, even the poster next to the bed remains the same.It's just that people are gone.

Hua Ke remembers that his grandmother passed away when he was in the first grade, and a year later, his grandfather also fell ill because of missing him, and fell asleep forever in a rattan chair.

He turned his head to look at the wicker chair by the window, he was here at that time.

The light outside the window was getting darker and darker. He lay quietly on the bed, his thoughts drifted away. Hearing the sound of cicadas outside the window, he felt as if he had returned to that afternoon again...

The sound of cicadas singing became louder and louder, Hua Ke opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Grandpa sitting on the rattan chair, holding a piece of clothes of Grandma in his hands, neatly folded.

This chubby, kind-faced old man closed his eyes and swayed with the chair.

"Grandpa?" He called out, but the old man didn't open his eyes.

Knowing that the noise was getting more and more fierce, he couldn't help but bury his head in the pillow.

After a while, he heard a very light footstep approaching from a far away direction...

who is it?He lifted a corner and peeked out.

A man in a suit appeared out of nowhere and was standing in front of Grandpa.

He is tall, with long hair and a small knot in the back, looking gentle and polite.But his face was very lonely, and he seemed very unhappy.

"Who are you?" Hua Ke jumped up from the bed and looked at the stranger vigilantly. Grandpa still didn't open his eyes after such a big movement.

The strange man looked at him and forced a smile at him.

Without a word of explanation, he turned his head and continued to face his grandfather, trying to help him up with his hands.

For a moment, Hua Ke seemed to understand something.

He understood that grandpa would be like grandma, lying in the coffin in clothes without any wrinkles.Surrounded by a group of people, crying.

"Don't take grandpa away!"

Hua Ke rushed over and pushed hard on the man. The man didn't expect his surprise attack, or there might be other reasons, so he sat down on the ground.

Hua Ke seized the opportunity to hug him, and bit down on his ear...

After the pain passed, the strange man finally spoke, his voice was calm and clear, and his speech speed was even.

"Why don't you let me take him?"

Hua Ke stood between him and his grandfather, his eyes changed from firm to lonely.

"After grandma is gone, grandpa is very lonely. If he leaves, I will be alone."

He looked up at the direction out of the window, and the tomb was standing there alone for an unknown how long.

The strange man looked out in his direction, the room became darker and darker, and it became louder and louder.

After a long time, he turned his head, and Cicada's cry stopped abruptly, and he said slowly to Hua Ke: "I will take him away, but you will not be alone."

……

With a sudden pain in his head, Hua Ke opened his eyes from the bed. He seemed to have fallen asleep just now, and had a dream...

No... He suddenly felt that it was not a dream!

After his grandfather passed away when he was young, he continued to live in that house for a whole year before being picked up by his parents. In his vague memory, that man seemed to have been with him for a long time...

that man...

A low-pitched hum that seemed to exist appeared in his mind, like an ancient tranquility song, reverberating in vain and ethereal.

Hua Ke's thoughts turned into an uncontrollable mess, and gradually cleared up.

That man...is Shen Yi!

"Hey, everyone pay attention!"

The communicator in the ear suddenly rang, and Hie's voice came from inside:

"I found the third assassination target. At school, you all come here. I'll wait for you in the playground!"

Oops, Hua Ke jumped up, took one last look at the house, turned around and ran towards the school.

He didn't know why Shen Yi had to pretend to sneak in with them, and the others didn't know that Shen Yi was the god of death...

[S-D13511-Subconscious Extraction-The seventh end]

Facing the heat, a bus drove off the highway, slowed down and entered the wheat field.

There are trees planted on both sides of the dirt road in the field that only allows one car to pass. I don’t know how many cicadas are hanging on it, and the flapping wings of each one are very noisy.

The TV hanging on the roof of the car played the TV series I had watched countless times, and the picture was intermittent, stuck out of the sky.

Xiao Qi was sitting in the last row, knocked out of his wits. In order to prevent motion sickness, he opened the window to let the hot air blow on his face.

In the past few days, my parents have been cleaning the ancestral house, saying that they found some things left by the elders and asked him to help see how to deal with them.

Just in time to take a few days off for a vacation.

The blue sky and white clouds outside, the fields stretch as far as the eye can see, and the faint fragrance of grass leaves in the air, the suburbs are really nice.

The ancestral house is a self-built three-story building. It used to be lived in by the great-great-grandfather, then the great-great-grandfather, and then the great-grandfather... until the parents moved away. There are quite a lot of memorable period things inside.

After arriving home, he unloaded his backpack, had dinner, and exchanged greetings with his parents. Xiaoqi took a glass of water and stepped up to the second floor.

Mom pointed to the innermost room and said, "I dug out a lot of things from the older generation, so you can take a look first."

Inside, the mother who likes to tidy up sorted and piled them into several small piles, including grandma's clothes, grandpa's tools, and grandma's various jewelry...

Xiao Qi flipped through a few piles a little, sorted out some that had no commemorative value, and those that must not be thrown away, and marked them one by one with stickers.

Then, thinking about his grandfather, he stepped over to his great-grandmother's relic and squatted down.

Among them was a wooden box that had been eaten by worms, and it could be opened with a pry.

It is full of things related to great-grandfather. Putting it in your hand, you can feel the overflow of longing through the years. After his death, what kind of lonely life did the great-grandmother who was pregnant with the child live...

Xiaoqi has seen everything, and at the bottom are a few photos, the chubby great-grandfather is smiling in it, which is exactly the same as the Fu Dao that D13511 subconsciously saw.

In a few photos, he posed in various poses on another person's shoulders, and the person next to him was always serious, and it was Hua Ke.

More than 70 years later, Fu Dao has turned into loess, and Hua Ke is also aging visible to the naked eye in his research.

Looking further down, there are a few photos of his great-grandmother and Hua Ke. It seems that he has lost the memory of the assassination. He still retains his feelings for his brother and helped take care of his great-grandmother for a long time.

Seeing the last stack of photos, Xiaoqi's expression froze instantly.

When Fu Dao died, the great-grandmother seemed unwilling to collect the information of the people who died together, and even got photos of those people.

This was something he hadn't seen during his previous investigations. After checking one by one, the last one should be Shen Yi.

However, he is not alone with the Shen Yi he saw in D13511's subconscious mind!

That Shen Yi has a problem!

Xiao Qi took out his mobile phone and was about to press Zhang Gu's number when a call from the other party came to his screen at the same time.

The phone was connected, and Zhang Gu lowered his voice and only said a word before hanging up again.

"The people in the first hospital are looking for you, don't agree to them, you will continue to be in danger!"

Xiaoqi held the phone in a daze for a few seconds, and was interrupted by a new ringtone, which was a series of unknown numbers.

Xiaoqi: "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm a researcher at the First Academy, and I would like to invite you to come to our Academy tomorrow afternoon to assist with research."

"..."

Before Xiao Qi could reply, he added an extra sentence: "Study subject S-D13511 woke up and called your name. We think he has something to tell you."

Xiao Qi clenched the phone with his fingers, recalled Zhang Gu's words, and looked at the yellowed photos in his hand. After thinking for a while, he said: "Okay."

27. The third sip of honey water

◎【S-D13511-Subconscious Extraction-Eighth Time】◎

The next day, the elevator on the 26th floor of the first laboratory opened, and Xiao Qi, who had already changed into the work clothes of the first hospital, appeared, with a conspicuous red S engraved on the name tag on his chest.

"good afternoon."

In front of the glass door, five men with the same badge greeted him.

"Good afternoon." Xiaoqi nodded. These five people were wearing masks, and he recognized Zhang Gu at the very end.

Zhang Gu cast his eyes away