Vol 3 Chapter 46: Bystander

Biquge EbookFREE.me, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Haunted House Notes!
After watching it for a while, I found a problem.
I don't seem to exist for this person, even for this room.
I clearly stood under the lamp, but there was no light to be blocked by me.
With such a thought, I simply moved closer, and it was already attached to the back of the chair where the man was sitting.
This man was very attentive. There was a large drawing on the table, and the one on which the drawing was written was almost full.
I have seen a lot of drawings, one is that the major of college is related to this, and the other is that my business will also see a variety of apartment types or construction drawings, anyway, the same.
I looked at the drawings carefully, and felt a little strange. The main part in the middle of the drawing only draws an uncomplicated rectangle. There are a lot of detailed notes around, but I did n’t have time to read them all, but I did n’t think it was like architectural drawings. I haven't heard anyone's house will be built like this.
I couldn't help but snorted, the man didn't respond at all. I boldly leaned down and wanted to see the fine print on the paper.
At this moment, I suddenly heard the door behind me ringing. When I looked back, I saw a man dressed like a robber, wearing a big mask, and wearing a woolen hat on his head. Very low, with only a pair of eyes on the entire face.
I panicked for a moment, and moved instinctively to the side.
The man didn't respond to me at all, and went straight to the desk and chatted with the person who drew the drawings.
I let out a breath, and cursed myself secretly, and quickly squeezed my ears to listen.
The two people talked about things seemingly obscure, or maybe it was the reason that they were a bit out of touch with the era I was in.
Anyway, I listened to the chat between them, and it was completely like a cloud.
People who wear glasses have been expressing their attitudes. This is in a hurry. It is necessary to plan well.
Those wearing masks have been urging them to say that there is not enough time and it will be too late to start again.
Neither of them gave in and seemed to have a bottom line.
The last person wearing the mask was anxious and said, "This must start tonight, otherwise everyone in this room will be buried!"
After he turned, he went out.
After the man went out, I suddenly felt that I was sweating all over. I was not scared by the words of the two of them, but when the man wearing the mask said this, he gave me a clear look.
That kind of gaze is too targeted, and it doesn't seem to come from nothing.
My heart thumped, and the heart said that the person can see me? But why didn't you say it? Can you hear me that?
I didn't have much time to think about it, but I saw that the man with glasses had stood up and seemed to be anxious and annoyed, walking around in the house.
Several times I almost hit me, but fortunately I avoided it in time. Although he can't see me, I dare not take this risk.
When he left, I finally had time to settle down and look at the drawing.
Only the small print on the edge of the paper reads: Jia Wu Nian Bing Yin Yue Yi Mao Ri Fu Jiang
I feel the hairs on my body are standing up one by one, I have seen this day! Damn, isn't it the legend of my death? !
Why is there here?
Damn and this is more detailed, even the place of my death is marked out later?
I lay directly on the table, regardless of the man with glasses, and immediately looked at the other notes.
Other notes are not easy to understand. Some are vertical formulas for numerical calculations. The figures are not large, and I am not sure whether it is the calculation materials or what.
There are also some calculations similar to geometry, which seem to calculate the wind direction or airflow. My math is really bad, and I'm completely dizzy. In fact, if it wasn't for that date, I would remember it firmly, I'm afraid I wouldn't see any clues.
Next, I carefully figured out the rectangle.
There is no scale bar on the picture, I don't know what scale it is drawn on. But according to my experience, such a large drawing can be used, usually the proportion will not be so small.
I stared at the rectangle, and I always felt that this thing is strange, and this strange is something I can come up with.
I was anxious and almost couldn't help pacing back and forth in the house following the man's footsteps.
Suddenly, I reacted suddenly.
According to the furnishings in this room, it's not modern. I don't think anyone will be retro so much that they want to decorate the house like this?
So, the same date as my death date, maybe not my?
But is it simply a time record? This man with glasses is creaky. I know that many early intellectuals in our country still retain a lot of pre-liberation habits, including the recording of dates. I guess Bacheng is just the habit of this person.
This is different from the way we write the year. Now 2008 is 2008, and it is gone.
The old year is a cycle of 12 years, that is, if this year is the year of Jiawu, then the year twelve years ago is also called the year of Jiawu, and so on. One year is the same.
I know that the Jiawu year is equivalent to 2014 in the Gregorian calendar, so is the space I am in now the Jiawu year a few decades ago?
What year will it be?
I was desperately looking for something in the room that could answer the time at that time, but I couldn't help seeing the calendar, not even the newspaper.
I figured it out, from this display, it doesn't seem to be something before liberation. If you push forward, the most likely thing is probably 1954 or 1966. But specifically that year I didn't find any clues to support it.
I was a bit confused at the moment, and a little bit lost.
I didn't notice that the man had stopped, and when I responded, he had reached the table.
I think it's too late to hide. At that moment I was terribly nervous.
The position of the man's standing just stuck me between the table and him, and I couldn't get out at all. I'm afraid it's going to be exposed this time.
Just when I was thinking about whether to stand on the table, there was a noise outside, and something fell to the ground.
The man with glasses was attracted, and I was able to get out.
The man with the mask before had not been out, and was in the living room. The two had a few conversations before the man with glasses came back.
This time I honestly hid on the side of the table, watching her pick up the pen and continue writing on the drawing.
This time he seemed to have made up his mind to wrap the entire rectangle in a large circle.
He wrote a few words on the paper to make a summary statement.
I took a closer look and wrote: Do you need to report the number of people carrying the coffin?
After writing, he rolled up the drawings and put them away, and went to the living room again.
I didn't go out, in fact I didn't even think about whether to go out.
Because I suddenly understood what this drawing was drawing. Qin Yiheng was all in the small room in the ancestral hall, analyzing the origin of the wardrobe.
This is probably the largest coffin in the world, the largest, the coffin.
This drawing is a coffin! ! !
I think I finally found a source, at least it looks like the source.
This coffin was built by this man, but I just saw him familiar, but I have never seen him.
And the man with the mask obviously wanted to hide his identity.
The more I think about it, the more chaotic it is. Can the person wearing the mask really see me? Moreover, he knew I would appear here, afraid that I would recognize him, so he would cover his face?
It would be nice if there was smoke at this time.
I don't know if I thought too much, my head started to faint, and my body was a bit soft.
After a few seconds, I knew it was gradually losing consciousness.
My eyes became more and more blurred. Then, when I could distinguish the scene in front of me, the little chandelier in the old hill hut came into my eyes.
Bai Kai was staring at me aside and saw me waking up and handed me a towel.
The towel is wet, I don't know if he wiped my sweat before, or someone used it.
My face was covered with sweat beads, and my whole body was soaked, just like a high fever.
I barely opened my mouth to ask for a cigarette, took a few sips, and almost spit out. I asked Bai Kai, how long have I slept?
Bai Kai got up and opened the door of Laoqiu's house, the outside was bright, and I realized that I had slept most of the night.
Laoqiu also guarded, boiled a bowl of millet porridge for me, and finally I got a little more energetic. I didn't take any more rest. I quickly told Bai Kai what I saw in my dream. Laoqiu was next to me. I have no taboo. Seeing how Baikai gets along with Laoqiu might be you People, but I have no time to worry about.
Bai Kai frowned straight after hearing it, and shouted to me.
I said, what are those people doing coffins for? Where is Fujiang? It should be the location of the house in the dream, we have to go and see! Maybe that person still lives there! Everything is clear!
"Laoqiu, you should add some walnut kernels in the millet porridge to make up your IQ!" Bai Kai snapped my head and said that the thing could not have been made by them. Fujiang is not a place name, it means to sink the coffin into the river again, that coffin They picked it up!