I didn't dare to move for a while, and looked down.

Song Hyun was still standing next to the chair, looking up at me. Her eyes were cloudy and her face was expressionless.

I couldn't see anything on her face, so I looked at the cabinet again.

In fact, there is no yin qi in the cabinet.

Maybe I'm thinking too much. This is where the old lady hides her money? It's just that this method of hiding private money is a bit high, and ordinary people shouldn't do it.

I reached out and pressed the upturned plank, touched the edge of the board, and broke it gently.

The wooden planks make a "Kerakala" sound, which is quite solid, not the kind of secret door in film and television.

I reached up with my other hand and grabbed the edge of the cabinet to borrow my strength. The hand holding the plank was a little heavier, and with one force, the plank was completely broken.

I broke a gap in the plank, and I could see the black hole in it.

I set the plank aside and lit it with my phone.

It was stuffed with something, and it was a glass or ceramic bottle.

It doesn't look like something unclean.

I relaxed a little and broke the plank a little more.

As I found before, this cabinet does not have a sophisticated secret door, but a thin wooden board has been added to the original space to separate the new space. Even the wooden planks that are installed here are not particularly fine, otherwise they will not break and warp.

There was more than one bottle behind the board. A total of two bottles and a small wooden box.

Compared to the rough planks and gray bottles, the wooden box looked much more delicate, as if it were made of precious wood and carved on it. The crevices of the carving were dusty, similar to a bottle.

I took them off one by one and took a picture of the cabinet with my phone to make sure there was nothing else in it.

I got out of my chair and looked at Song Hyun.

Song Hyun was wiping down the two bottles.

It may be that it has been left there for too long, and the dust has wiped off a layer, but there is still a thick layer of dirt, so that people can't see the original color of the bottle.

Faintly visible, is the mottled color on the bottle. There should have been some patterns on this bottle. It's not the glass bottle I thought it was, and it doesn't look like it's ceramic.

Song Xian wiped it for a long time, and finally let me see something.

I hadn't been able to see it before because of two pieces embedded in the back of the bottle. There were also inscriptions on it, and my first reaction was the name.

I looked at Song Hyun in a strange mood.

Song Xian seemed to feel something, and said to himself: "Abba, Auntie, it's finally ...... Alas......"

I felt more and more uncomfortable.

Song Hyun puts the ashes of his parents in this kind of place?

I don't have that kind of feudal superstitious idea, I think this thing is unlucky.

I didn't see the yin qi, nor did I see the ghosts of the two old men, so the two old men must have been reincarnated. There's nothing to be afraid of.

Song Xian put the ash jar upright, and looked at the wooden box again.

Her old hand brushed over the wooden box, fumbled for a moment, leaned over to look at it twice, straightened up again, and muttered something.

I saw that she seemed distressed, so I asked.

"The key, the key forgot." Song Hyun pointed to the box.

I picked it up and studied it, wiped off the dust on the surface, and saw that there was a groove in the place where Song Xian was pointing, and the padlock was just embedded in it, so I could pick it out. The lock was still a combination lock, and unlike the combination lock that can be opened by turning the number now, the password of this lock is a strange pattern. Because of the dust, I couldn't see what the pattern was. After a few wipes, I found that the lock was actually rusty, covered in rust, and I couldn't read the contents of the code just by wiping off the dust.

Such an old and very delicate thing, I'm afraid it's worth a lot of money, and it's still an antique.

I didn't dare to take it and look at it.

Placing the wooden box on the table, I said I couldn't help it.

"I'll help you get your son over." I was holding my phone and was going to call Song Hyun's son. I have the contact information for both of them.

Song Xian shook his head suddenly, and shook it vigorously several times, "No, no." No. ”

"But you'll have to find your son to get this thing, right? Ask him to find someone to show you if he can open it. I persuaded.

Song Xian didn't hesitate much, so he made a move, "Smash it open." ”

If you really want to smash it, it can't be me.

I outright refused.

Song Xian didn't listen to my persuasion, hugged the ash jar, and left with the box again.

These things are a little too heavy for an emaciated old man.

I talked about it several times, but Song Xian was reluctant to call her son. I could only help her carry the wooden box.

Song Xian wanted to hold the ash jar by himself, but he couldn't hold it steadily, so he had to hold it next to me.

I wanted to call a taxi for Song Xian, and Song Xian didn't refuse.

Downstairs and out of the community, I also met the skinny people who had just arrived here.

"Huh, Brother Qi." The thin man lowered the window and screamed.

He ran out of the car and helped me help Song Xian.

"Grandma Song, why are you here? This is...... Uh......"

The thin man obviously didn't see clearly what Song Xian was holding at first, but after seeing the general idea, his face changed.

Song Xian smiled, like the kind old lady who was happy when she saw a young man, ignoring the thin man's embarrassed expression. Or maybe her eyes aren't very good, she really can't see clearly.

The thin man took the plunge and helped me deliver Song Xian to the gate of the community, and waited for the taxi I called before.

The taxi driver just glanced at it casually and suddenly shouted, "Just the old lady sitting in the car alone?" It's not going to work, it's not going to This old lady is too old, huh? You need to be accompanied by a family member. ”

"No, no." Song Xian waved his hand.

We are not Song Xian's family either.

"Go to the Longevity Cemetery." Song Xian also said directly to the driver.

I was taken aback.

When I called for a taxi, I set the destination where Song Xian now lives, that is, her son.

The driver turned his head at this time, caught a glimpse of what Song Xian was holding, and was as startled as me, "What are you doing?" Mischievous? ”

"No, this ......" I was embarrassed.

"Go to the Longevity Cemetery."

"You didn't go there when you called a taxi. I haven't heard of your cemetery. No, no, no. The driver refused, "I've never heard of this place." Where is the longevity cemetery? This is a crane or something, right? It's not a cemetery for Minqing, is it? ”

Song Xian listened to the driver's words with some difficulty, and showed that distressed expression again. She didn't seem to know where the Wanshou Cemetery was.

The thin man turned on his mobile phone to look for it, and only found a cemetery with the same name in the capital. There is really no such place near Minqing.

The driver refused to take passengers, and the thin man threatened to complain, but he didn't let go, it seemed that he really didn't want to go, and he didn't know the way.

Song Xian didn't get entangled and got out of the car. The old lady's expression became aggrieved and pitiful.

The thin man and I looked at each other.

Again, I persuaded her son to deal with the matter.

"I'll do it myself." Song Xian held the ash jar and wanted to take the wooden box from my hand.

There's no way I'm going to just let go.

"Otherwise, you go back first. This thing is still for you to keep at home. When you figure out how to go, then call a taxi to get it? I coaxed.

I have to settle the matter for the time being. After that, Song Xian wants to forget, so forget it. No matter how bad it is, I can secretly inform her two sons and deal with this matter properly.

Good night everyone.

(End of chapter)