I received a bounce from a non-existent player

"Do you believe him?" After I quit YY, Jiang Heng on the other side of the phone asked abruptly.

"How can these things lie to me?" I didn't quite understand his wariness, so I asked him after thinking about it, "Don't you believe it?"

After a moment of silence, he said, "I don't know."

Jiang Heng expressed that he was worried that I would go to the conductor alone, and booked me a high-speed rail ticket for that afternoon, and asked me to meet him at the exit of the station.Although I have no taboo or worry about Ji below the line, I let him take care of it. After all, I can't just sit and wait for death.Along the way, my heart was beating like a drum, not because of this mysterious journey that had just started, but because of Jiang Heng.

This is the first time in so long, after he proposed the fate of death, we met, not because of the lingering love, but because of a ridiculous reason.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, I got out of the car and struggled to drag a portable shopping cart containing more than 70 catties of sorghum rice.As soon as I got out of the exit, I saw that familiar figure, and my heartbeat that had been active all the way just now reached a peak that almost stopped.

As if sensing my presence, Jiang Heng turned around, saw my appearance, and said with a smile: "Do you know that you look like the aunt who just came out of the vegetable market?"

My smile gradually disappeared, and I resisted the urge to throw the shopping cart at him: "You are finally willing to see me once, can't you not spoil the atmosphere?"

After all, I didn't dump it, after all, I couldn't get rid of it if I wanted to.

He was in good shape as always, and the black shirt fit him well, but he was a little thinner than I remembered.After I finished cursing that sentence, I felt a little uncomfortable again, and walked to him with my head down, without saying a word.

He looked down at me coming over, and while taking the car in my hand, he said lightly: "It's not that I came to see you, it's that this matter is very complicated, and I don't feel at ease doing it alone."

"Okay, okay...I understand."

After leaving the station, he hailed a taxi.The driver and he were tinkering with the trunk, and I leaned against the window looking at the scenery outside, always having the illusion that I was traveling with him.

"When I was on the way here, I kept thinking," Jiang Heng, who was sitting next to me, turned to look at me when the taxi started.The evening sun and lights outside the window cast on the side of his face, and the shadows were scattered, making his facial features three-dimensional and exquisite. , Could it be that the person who made offerings to her didn't intend to bury her, but to open the coffin?"

I listened to it, but I still said sullenly: "You can sit in the front row, why sit in the back with me."

He froze for a moment, then leaned over and said in a low voice, "The situation is unusual now. The less people we have to talk to, the better. After all, you can't guarantee whether the person in front is human."

I trembled a bit when I heard it, and for a moment I felt a sense of vigilance that the walls have ears.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"But isn't this something that was offered when it was just buried. The coffin has just been sealed, so what's there to do?" The corpse inside was still fresh, and I put three buckets of rice conscientiously, and I was afraid that the corpse would not be recovered.

"I think so too. So if it is to be used to open the coffin, it must not be Mrs. Huan's coffin."

I said blankly, "Then why put three buckets of rice there?"

"We have also said before that if there is a custom of offering sorghum rice, it will definitely not be stuck with three buckets. Even if it is true that one bucket is more or one bucket less, it is better than three buckets, which has other meanings, but it is It just happened to be so accurate. My idea is," he paused, "this number is deliberate. The person who offered the rice was not the one who buried Mrs. Huan. He... had other purposes."

"So, if you need three buckets of sorghum rice to open a certain coffin..." He lowered his voice, "and Mrs. Huan, so what?"

I was taken aback: "That is to say, the three buckets of rice and Mrs. Huan were used to open the coffin... offerings?"

He nodded: "My guess."

To be honest, I didn't understand very well, so I sat back and began to speculate on what he and I were saying.

Putting a sacrifice beside the tomb that does not meet the requirements for burial, but just meets the requirements for opening the coffin, can the person buried in the grave become a sacrifice?

But the offerings needed to open the coffin are far more than three buckets of rice, so where are the other offerings?

While thinking about it, the driver in the front row yelled that the place had arrived.After Jiang Heng paid the money, he went to the trunk of the car to move rice, while I stood downstairs and looked up at the commander's residence.

In fact, the place is not as bad as I imagined.Jiang Heng said that he was "terribly poor", and I imagined a dilapidated house that could not help being exposed to wind and rain. Now it seems that the residence is just a slightly worse private house.Turning to think about it, I understand.Compared with Jiang Heng's background, not to mention commanding, if he is more upright, I guess he would be the poor one.

Jiang Heng walked up the stairs with the meter on one shoulder, while I looked at my phone behind me and reported to the conductor that we had arrived.

When passing by the fourth floor, the sensor lights in the corridor flashed twice, and then returned to normal.Jiang Heng stopped suddenly, I didn't pay attention, bumped into his back, rubbed his forehead and didn't speak, he suddenly stretched out his hand to stop me: "Don't move yet."