Chapter 11 third quarter
Fence went back to the basement and searched through the black cabinet unwillingly, but found nothing.It seems that the father really only left the package of important materials, but was snatched away in an instant.
With a long sigh, he was about to turn off the light and leave when the key in his pocket accidentally dropped on the ground.When he bent down to pick up the key, he suddenly saw a piece of paper at the bottom of the cabinet, which may have been accidentally dropped when the documents were robbed just now.With such a thick stack, the other party may not notice if one is missing.
Although it's just a piece of paper, it's better than nothing.Fons found a knitting needle that his mother used back then, pulled out the piece of paper, and found that it was the last page of a letter. There were very few words on the letter paper, but the content conveyed by these words made Fence Surprised.
"Son? The Feng family?" Feng Si frowned, "Could it be... Grandpa wrote to Dad?"
Fons had never met his grandfather, not even a picture of him.Both his father and mother told him that they were not born and raised in this city, that their grandparents and grandparents had passed away, and most of the relatives in the family had lost contact.So during the holidays, other people are visiting relatives, but parents can only visit friends.In the past, Feng Si didn't think about this matter carefully, but now that he thought about it, he felt that there was something wrong with it. "But why don't grandparents even have photos?" Feng Si once asked Feng Qizhou when he was a child, "I don't even know what they look like." At that time, Feng Qizhou prevaricated with a haha.And then another time, after learning the concept of "homeland" in Chinese class, Feng Si asked his father: "Where is your homeland? When shall we go back and have a look?" Feng Qizhou pondered for a while: "My homeland... my hometown... is in a very far away place, poor and broken, with no roads, and nothing good. I even forgot how to go back!" Of course, this was prevarication again, and because of his mother's death, Fence's relationship with his father was very bad, and he didn't want to ask anything about his father, so naturally he didn't mention it again.It was only now that he realized that the mystery of his own life experience might be linked to the fate of the entire family, and this family, to use the words in the letter, has been "watching for thousands of years". Am I a thousand-year-old zombie?Feng Si thought sullenly. Depressedly, he locked the basement, climbed the stairs back home, and began to think about what to do next.Due to the unexpected assailant, the remaining clues in his hands are pitiful, but it is by no means completely black-eyed.For example, although I only read the beginning of the interrogation record, I remembered the name and home address of the person being interrogated.Although this address may have expired after 19 years, it is still possible to find a way to check it. In addition, knowing that my life experience is related to my father's family, maybe I can go to my father's villa to find out, maybe I can find the location of my hometown.Now there are only two straws left, and I have to grab it anyway.
If it was in the past, when Feng Qizhou said that he wanted to sell his villa, many rich people would come to snatch it, so as to get a little bit of the master's immortal energy, but now Feng Qizhou died abnormally, and it seems that the immortal energy is not very effective. A villa is not very easy to sell.No one cared about the listing for several days, so Feng Si could just go back and clean up the items. As Zhang Shengyin said, he didn't touch anything in the villa.In addition, two locks were added to Feng Qizhou's bedroom and study, and the keys were given to Feng Si.This is just right, Feng Si thought, if there is something secret, it should be human nature to hide it in the bedroom and study. He searched the bedroom first, but found nothing related to his grandfather. At the same time, he was a little surprised to find that the valuables in his father's private collection were pitiful. , gold jewelry is not at all.Feng Si couldn't help thinking, did he really leave all the money to me? The incomprehensible complex feelings towards his father began to stir in his heart again.He shook his head, forcing himself not to think about it for the time being, he left the bedroom and opened the door of the study.Feng Qizhou has two study rooms, one is magnificently decorated and is specially used to meet guests. The three large bookcases against the wall are filled with various books, including Taoist classics and Chinese studies, as well as serious scientific books like this, and even There are also a bunch of academic books in pure foreign languages.Of course, they are all used to decorate the appearance, so that it can appear that the master "Wangxuzi" has learned all the time, both at home and abroad, and adds some chips when bluffing people. In fact, Feng Qizhou has basically never read the books there, and some books have not even been read. opened.As for Carl Sagan's books, they are also mixed in this bookcase, and they are neighbors with "Scientific Feng Shui", which is simply ridiculous. Right now, what Feng Si opened was Feng Qizhou's private study room, which was just a small room with a desk, a wooden chair, and a small bookcase, and nothing else.Even Feng Si had never entered this study.Out of curiosity, he checked the bookcase first, which made him stunned. The bookcase is full, filled with books such as ancient Chinese mythology, legends of ghosts and monsters, Taoist alchemy and history of Taoism, Western mythology, Western witchcraft legends, etc., from old yellowed thread-bound books to newly published hardcover original English editions, and No book is new, and some old books dealing with the history of Taoism and mythology and witchcraft have even been turned to their sides. He casually took out a few books and opened them, and found that his father was very careful and did not leave any outline marks on the books, nor did he have any folding pages or bookmarks, which made it impossible for him to find the key points of his father's reading. Why did my father have such a strong interest in these books?Feng Si was full of doubts.As a college student in the Internet age who advocates science, Feng Si has always sneered at strange things, but he still has basic common sense.Taoism is a native Chinese religion. It has its own unique system of immortals and cultivation methods. It is completely different from the Western mythology system and magic system.As for many folk tales and local legends, they don't even touch the border of religion, and basically belong to the category of primitive worship, which are completely made up by fools to scare themselves.And the books such as "World Disaster History" and "World Plague History" in the bookcase are even more incredible. What can these things be pointed to when they are mixed together?Feng Si frowned, and gradually had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart.Myths, legends, ghosts, Taoism, witchcraft, devils, history, disasters, plagues... It doesn't seem like a good thing no matter how you look at it.He felt that he was standing in front of a thick and high wall, trying to find the cracks in the wall. Once he passed through this wall, what would appear in front of his eyes might be the ultimate darkness and the ultimate terror.
Feng Si didn't have time to read these books carefully, so he could only call Zhang Shengyin and ask him to help move all the books in the small study room to the old house at night.Zhang Shengyin readily agreed without asking any reason. He thought about it, felt a little worried, and took pictures of all the spines with his mobile phone, and then opened the desk drawer.There are some scattered papers in the drawer, but most of them just record some Taoist mantras.In addition, there is a notepad, which records all the schedules of the invitations that can be seen. There is no mention of his son Feng Si, which seems to be of little value. Feng Si sighed and was about to leave when suddenly his eyes glanced at the objects on the desk, and he was slightly taken aback.He noticed that there were brushes and inkstones on the table, but the paper and notepads in the desk were all written with pens, and there was no place for brushes at all. This is my father's private study room, completely different from the study room used to show off. There should be nothing useless in it, but why are there useless brushes and inkstones? Thinking about it, Feng Si tentatively moved the inkstone away. He found an inconspicuous round hole on the table under the inkstone. Matching this old old desk, it seemed to be just a wormhole.But when Feng Si inserted the barrel of the writing brush into it, he found that the diameter of the barrel of the brush fit the "wormhole" perfectly. After the barrel was inserted, it slid down about two centimeters before it was blocked. He pressed the pen holder down hard, and felt a spring-like resistance, as if some switch had been pressed down.Immediately afterwards, there was a "click", and a soft sound came from the direction of the bookcase.Feng Si raised his head, and saw a hidden interlayer exposed on the upper side panel of the bookcase, but this interlayer was too small, judging from the length and width, it was difficult to insert even a piece of letter paper.He went closer, and carefully removed the contents of the interlayer with the travel scissors on the key chain. They were two old yellowed photos.Fons clenched his fists, realizing that he had found something really important. He was overjoyed at the first photo. In the photo, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy stood with a slightly hunchbacked middle-aged man. Behind them was a green hill that looked a bit like a Bactrian camel.There was nothing unusual about this photo, but Feng Si recognized it immediately. The young man was his father, Feng Qizhou, and the middle-aged man was somewhat similar to Feng Qizhou in appearance, especially their slightly flattened nose bridges. And the thin upper lip, as if carved out of a mold. This is my grandfather!Feng Si made a judgment in an instant, and then thought a little self-deprecatingly that Feng Qizhou had no blood relationship with him, so of course this middle-aged man could not be regarded as his real grandfather.But now that I found a photo of my grandfather, it is always a big reward, not to mention that the two people in the photo are wearing casual vests and shorts, with towels on their shoulders. It seems that they were taken casually when they were at home, not a photo taken by a traveler.In other words, the background of this photo should be Feng Qizhou's hometown.Based on this photo, it is entirely possible to find the exact location of his hometown and find the Feng family, which bears many secrets.
This unexpected harvest made Feng Si very happy.He carefully put away the first photo, then picked up the second.This photo is in black and white, and the color of the photo paper is older, and it is obviously fragile to the touch, obviously withstood the relentless erosion of time.And the content of the photo is even more bizarre. It shows a group of Chinese and several Westerners posing for a group photo in front of a certain behemoth.Those Chinese men... all have braids! This is a photo of the Qing Dynasty!Fons was taken aback.He still remembers some knowledge from history class that black-and-white photography technology was introduced to China a few years after it came out, roughly in the 1840s, and the Qing Dynasty fell in 1912.In other words, the time when this photo was taken is also in this range. Why did my father keep an old photo of the late Qing Dynasty so secret?Fons carefully looked at the somewhat blurred photo, identifying the huge object behind the crowd.He suddenly let out an exclamation, shook his hand, and the photo fell to the ground. Feng Si didn't bend down to pick up this photo in a hurry, but stood there for a long time like a wooden man. After a few minutes, he squeezed out two words: "Monster..." "Dad, why do you keep this picture?" He muttered to himself, "Is this monster... related to me?"
Fons had never met his grandfather, not even a picture of him.Both his father and mother told him that they were not born and raised in this city, that their grandparents and grandparents had passed away, and most of the relatives in the family had lost contact.So during the holidays, other people are visiting relatives, but parents can only visit friends.In the past, Feng Si didn't think about this matter carefully, but now that he thought about it, he felt that there was something wrong with it. "But why don't grandparents even have photos?" Feng Si once asked Feng Qizhou when he was a child, "I don't even know what they look like." At that time, Feng Qizhou prevaricated with a haha.And then another time, after learning the concept of "homeland" in Chinese class, Feng Si asked his father: "Where is your homeland? When shall we go back and have a look?" Feng Qizhou pondered for a while: "My homeland... my hometown... is in a very far away place, poor and broken, with no roads, and nothing good. I even forgot how to go back!" Of course, this was prevarication again, and because of his mother's death, Fence's relationship with his father was very bad, and he didn't want to ask anything about his father, so naturally he didn't mention it again.It was only now that he realized that the mystery of his own life experience might be linked to the fate of the entire family, and this family, to use the words in the letter, has been "watching for thousands of years". Am I a thousand-year-old zombie?Feng Si thought sullenly. Depressedly, he locked the basement, climbed the stairs back home, and began to think about what to do next.Due to the unexpected assailant, the remaining clues in his hands are pitiful, but it is by no means completely black-eyed.For example, although I only read the beginning of the interrogation record, I remembered the name and home address of the person being interrogated.Although this address may have expired after 19 years, it is still possible to find a way to check it. In addition, knowing that my life experience is related to my father's family, maybe I can go to my father's villa to find out, maybe I can find the location of my hometown.Now there are only two straws left, and I have to grab it anyway.
If it was in the past, when Feng Qizhou said that he wanted to sell his villa, many rich people would come to snatch it, so as to get a little bit of the master's immortal energy, but now Feng Qizhou died abnormally, and it seems that the immortal energy is not very effective. A villa is not very easy to sell.No one cared about the listing for several days, so Feng Si could just go back and clean up the items. As Zhang Shengyin said, he didn't touch anything in the villa.In addition, two locks were added to Feng Qizhou's bedroom and study, and the keys were given to Feng Si.This is just right, Feng Si thought, if there is something secret, it should be human nature to hide it in the bedroom and study. He searched the bedroom first, but found nothing related to his grandfather. At the same time, he was a little surprised to find that the valuables in his father's private collection were pitiful. , gold jewelry is not at all.Feng Si couldn't help thinking, did he really leave all the money to me? The incomprehensible complex feelings towards his father began to stir in his heart again.He shook his head, forcing himself not to think about it for the time being, he left the bedroom and opened the door of the study.Feng Qizhou has two study rooms, one is magnificently decorated and is specially used to meet guests. The three large bookcases against the wall are filled with various books, including Taoist classics and Chinese studies, as well as serious scientific books like this, and even There are also a bunch of academic books in pure foreign languages.Of course, they are all used to decorate the appearance, so that it can appear that the master "Wangxuzi" has learned all the time, both at home and abroad, and adds some chips when bluffing people. In fact, Feng Qizhou has basically never read the books there, and some books have not even been read. opened.As for Carl Sagan's books, they are also mixed in this bookcase, and they are neighbors with "Scientific Feng Shui", which is simply ridiculous. Right now, what Feng Si opened was Feng Qizhou's private study room, which was just a small room with a desk, a wooden chair, and a small bookcase, and nothing else.Even Feng Si had never entered this study.Out of curiosity, he checked the bookcase first, which made him stunned. The bookcase is full, filled with books such as ancient Chinese mythology, legends of ghosts and monsters, Taoist alchemy and history of Taoism, Western mythology, Western witchcraft legends, etc., from old yellowed thread-bound books to newly published hardcover original English editions, and No book is new, and some old books dealing with the history of Taoism and mythology and witchcraft have even been turned to their sides. He casually took out a few books and opened them, and found that his father was very careful and did not leave any outline marks on the books, nor did he have any folding pages or bookmarks, which made it impossible for him to find the key points of his father's reading. Why did my father have such a strong interest in these books?Feng Si was full of doubts.As a college student in the Internet age who advocates science, Feng Si has always sneered at strange things, but he still has basic common sense.Taoism is a native Chinese religion. It has its own unique system of immortals and cultivation methods. It is completely different from the Western mythology system and magic system.As for many folk tales and local legends, they don't even touch the border of religion, and basically belong to the category of primitive worship, which are completely made up by fools to scare themselves.And the books such as "World Disaster History" and "World Plague History" in the bookcase are even more incredible. What can these things be pointed to when they are mixed together?Feng Si frowned, and gradually had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart.Myths, legends, ghosts, Taoism, witchcraft, devils, history, disasters, plagues... It doesn't seem like a good thing no matter how you look at it.He felt that he was standing in front of a thick and high wall, trying to find the cracks in the wall. Once he passed through this wall, what would appear in front of his eyes might be the ultimate darkness and the ultimate terror.
Feng Si didn't have time to read these books carefully, so he could only call Zhang Shengyin and ask him to help move all the books in the small study room to the old house at night.Zhang Shengyin readily agreed without asking any reason. He thought about it, felt a little worried, and took pictures of all the spines with his mobile phone, and then opened the desk drawer.There are some scattered papers in the drawer, but most of them just record some Taoist mantras.In addition, there is a notepad, which records all the schedules of the invitations that can be seen. There is no mention of his son Feng Si, which seems to be of little value. Feng Si sighed and was about to leave when suddenly his eyes glanced at the objects on the desk, and he was slightly taken aback.He noticed that there were brushes and inkstones on the table, but the paper and notepads in the desk were all written with pens, and there was no place for brushes at all. This is my father's private study room, completely different from the study room used to show off. There should be nothing useless in it, but why are there useless brushes and inkstones? Thinking about it, Feng Si tentatively moved the inkstone away. He found an inconspicuous round hole on the table under the inkstone. Matching this old old desk, it seemed to be just a wormhole.But when Feng Si inserted the barrel of the writing brush into it, he found that the diameter of the barrel of the brush fit the "wormhole" perfectly. After the barrel was inserted, it slid down about two centimeters before it was blocked. He pressed the pen holder down hard, and felt a spring-like resistance, as if some switch had been pressed down.Immediately afterwards, there was a "click", and a soft sound came from the direction of the bookcase.Feng Si raised his head, and saw a hidden interlayer exposed on the upper side panel of the bookcase, but this interlayer was too small, judging from the length and width, it was difficult to insert even a piece of letter paper.He went closer, and carefully removed the contents of the interlayer with the travel scissors on the key chain. They were two old yellowed photos.Fons clenched his fists, realizing that he had found something really important. He was overjoyed at the first photo. In the photo, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy stood with a slightly hunchbacked middle-aged man. Behind them was a green hill that looked a bit like a Bactrian camel.There was nothing unusual about this photo, but Feng Si recognized it immediately. The young man was his father, Feng Qizhou, and the middle-aged man was somewhat similar to Feng Qizhou in appearance, especially their slightly flattened nose bridges. And the thin upper lip, as if carved out of a mold. This is my grandfather!Feng Si made a judgment in an instant, and then thought a little self-deprecatingly that Feng Qizhou had no blood relationship with him, so of course this middle-aged man could not be regarded as his real grandfather.But now that I found a photo of my grandfather, it is always a big reward, not to mention that the two people in the photo are wearing casual vests and shorts, with towels on their shoulders. It seems that they were taken casually when they were at home, not a photo taken by a traveler.In other words, the background of this photo should be Feng Qizhou's hometown.Based on this photo, it is entirely possible to find the exact location of his hometown and find the Feng family, which bears many secrets.
This unexpected harvest made Feng Si very happy.He carefully put away the first photo, then picked up the second.This photo is in black and white, and the color of the photo paper is older, and it is obviously fragile to the touch, obviously withstood the relentless erosion of time.And the content of the photo is even more bizarre. It shows a group of Chinese and several Westerners posing for a group photo in front of a certain behemoth.Those Chinese men... all have braids! This is a photo of the Qing Dynasty!Fons was taken aback.He still remembers some knowledge from history class that black-and-white photography technology was introduced to China a few years after it came out, roughly in the 1840s, and the Qing Dynasty fell in 1912.In other words, the time when this photo was taken is also in this range. Why did my father keep an old photo of the late Qing Dynasty so secret?Fons carefully looked at the somewhat blurred photo, identifying the huge object behind the crowd.He suddenly let out an exclamation, shook his hand, and the photo fell to the ground. Feng Si didn't bend down to pick up this photo in a hurry, but stood there for a long time like a wooden man. After a few minutes, he squeezed out two words: "Monster..." "Dad, why do you keep this picture?" He muttered to himself, "Is this monster... related to me?"