Sky coffin

The man slowly told me about the strange things he had encountered.

The man's name is Zhang Ke. He is a small employee of a state-owned enterprise in Tianfu City and lives with his wife.

"When I was sleeping the night before yesterday, I suddenly saw my father out of the window."

When Zhang Ke spoke, he looked nervous and his eyes were full of fear.

"Which floor does your family live on?"

"14th floor."

I nodded and motioned for the man to continue.

"I didn't pay much attention at the time, I just thought I had seen it wrong. But around 11:30, I got the news that my father was critically ill."

Zhang Ke got the news and rushed to the hospital non-stop.

Outside the emergency room, the old lady was the center, and her children formed a circle.

Brother Zhang Ke came over quickly when he saw him coming.

"My eldest brother told me that our dad is dying and is only breathing a sigh of relief. Your second brother and I both want our dad to be relieved as soon as possible and remove the oxygen tube, but our mother refuses to agree!"

Zhang Ke's expression was relatively normal when he narrated this, but as he continued to narrate, his emotions gradually became a little out of control.

"My eldest brother asked me to persuade my mother, and I nodded in agreement, but just when I wanted to persuade my mother, my eldest brother stopped me again."

"His expression became a little serious. He told me, third child, be careful when you talk to mom later. Ever since our dad was hospitalized, she has often told lies."

Zhang Ke came to the hospital very rarely due to work, so he didn't pay much attention to his elder brother's words.

"When I came to my mother, I heard her whispering something..."

When Zhang Ke said this, his body was shaking. He picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip, opened his mouth, but still no words came out.

I asked, "What are you mumbling about?"

Zhang Ke held his head in his hands and said with some pain: "She is saying that three more people have to die!"

"Three more have to die!"

Zhang Ke raised his head and stared at me with his bloodshot eyes, which sent chills down my spine from being stared at by him.

I asked, "Why did your mother say that?"

Zhang Ke took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and said: "When I was a child, I heard my eldest brother say that my father only had one brother. They were born with very tough characters, bad luck, and were very independent. He takes advantage of others and seldom suffers losses himself. With such a fate, relatives must not die within a month."

"My second uncle passed away a month ago, and that night happened to be the last day of the month."

I also understand the situation Zhang Ke mentioned.

This is called the eight-character conflict, which brings harm to relatives.

I motioned for Zhang Ke to continue.

"Just when I wanted to ask my mother what she meant by this sentence, the doctor suddenly came out and told us that my dad was no longer alive."

Zhang Ke and his family crowded into the emergency room, wanting to see the old man for the last time.

The old man had an oxygen tank hanging on the hospital bed and tubes inserted all over his body. He was still slightly conscious and stared blankly at the white wall opposite him with his eyes open.

"The doctor told us that resuscitation would not save my dad's life, but would only allow him to live a few more minutes."

"I looked at my dad with great grief. I didn't want him to continue to suffer, so I told the doctor not to resuscitate him."

When Zhang Ke said this, his expression became extremely gloomy, but the next moment he suddenly stood up and said to me in fear: "I shouldn't have made this decision! If I didn't make this decision! I wouldn't have appeared. Those things behind!"