Chapter 508: The finale, grandpa's past

The name that popped up on my phone has not appeared on my phone for a long time. The moment I saw it, my thought was that no matter who's name popped out of my phone, I wouldn't be surprised. But this person alone, I was very surprised.
Actually, it is not a name, but a salutation.
"Grandpa"!
The name displayed on the phone is the number that my grandfather used before he died. No one has beaten him since he was buried. Unexpectedly, even now there is no downtime.
I was pacing back and forth in the yard, and I said that the dog's day was really close to the core. My direction is right, but I still don't understand. What are these people doing?
I thought about it, and continued to dial the number, and put the phone to my ear. I don't know what I can hear, but I actually look forward to it, no matter what the voice is, I look forward to it very much.
"Sorry, the call you made cannot be connected."
I put down my mobile phone. My grandfather's mobile phone must have run out of electricity. There may still be some money in it, because Wu Laogou had a very rich life in the last days. My uncle recharged my grandfather's phone card. It may be enough to charge for a few years, so there is no downtime. However, no one was charging that phone.
My grandma is not a tired person, she lives very smart, she is not too sad about the death of my grandfather, I do n’t want to bother her now.
This house was rented by grandpa, and the rent is 19 years.
I don't want to think about the possibilities. I called the landlord again and told him that I contacted the second landlord, and I would call the landlord ’s account and the landlord ’s account 500 yuan each month. The second landlord asked me to go directly to the landlord and give him a proof of his previous payment.
The landlord was very enthusiastic, probably knowing that he could charge another 500 yuan per month, and soon called me his account list. I lighted the cigarette, turned over the wall, and while asking my men to come across a few sledge doors, I looked for a friend from the bank to check the money paid by this account.
At first, my friend was very embarrassed on the phone. I said he would give him a benefit fee and told him that he only needed the account number of the payer to agree. Soon the account was sent, I entered this account on the automatic deposit machine, and soon the name corresponding to this account jumped out.
I froze at the automatic deposit machine for a long time.
Is my grandpa's name.
It may be that Grandpa has adopted the automatic debit method.
I returned to the street, and was almost hit by a truck while crossing the sidewalk. I couldn't care about it anymore, so I came to a coffee shop and found a place to sit down and found myself unable to think.
How is this going? Is it that the grandfather dug that basement?
Grandpa rented a house on the side, dug a basement, and then monitored his son?
Grandpa is not so perverted. The grandpa in my impression has basically been born and lives in his own world and memories. In his later years, he had only a cup of tea, a few dogs, and an old lady holding hands and walking along the West Lake.
But nineteen years ago, I thought of this number. What was the grandfather 19 years ago?
A lot of bits and pieces of information flashed in my head, and I thought of some ambiguous words that Uncle and I said, implying that they did not know that Uncle was fake.
Nineteen years ago, it seemed that it was the time when the false third uncle returned from Xisha to Hangzhou. After he came back, the second uncle and my grandpa soon discovered something was wrong, but they didn't know what happened.
Everyone was quite taboo about "it" at that time, especially Grandpa, who would definitely think about him. In order not to frighten the snake, Grandpa dug such a cellar here to monitor this fake uncle.
It is possible, very possible.
So why is there a person who lives in the cellar all year round? Did the grandfather find someone to monitor the third uncle at that time, this person stayed in the cellar all the year round and hasn't got off work till now?
That is really the hardest job in the world. The place of work is actually in the sewer, and there is no vacation yet. If it was a secret room built nineteen years ago, it would have been there for nineteen years in a dark place, which was more painful than in a small coal kiln.
In addition, there is an impossible question. Nineteen years, with the courage of grandpas and uncles, did nothing change during the nineteen years of surveillance? Nineteen years, you can change a dynasty, why is it still monitoring now? In other words, grandpa and second uncle should soon discover the problem. From the hint that the second uncle gave me, there is also this meaning. They know that the third uncle is to unlink, so why don't they take any measures?
Could it be that they are watching so emotionally? Or does the second uncle and grandpa have their own plans? What is the plan?
I can't figure it out, and I can't bear it anymore. I realized that even if the second uncle was hard to do, no matter how smart, I had to show him a showdown. I really must know what they are thinking.
Back to the third uncle, I lay on the sofa and wondered.
In my previous understanding, calculating the second uncle was basically equivalent to finding death. The second uncle did not need an intermediate process to see through a game. He looked at his expression and rough words, and immediately knew what the other person was doing. Moreover, his favorite is to follow the game you set. Once we went to our hometown, the third uncle made a bureau in order to embezzle the things left by an ancestor. The second uncle pretended to be in the bureau. In fact, various arrangements along the way were used to break the bureau. A bigger situation for a tribe. When the third uncle thought that he finally won once, the second uncle took away all the fruits of victory.
I was wondering if the 2nd Uncle would tell me everything, what is the premise of what he said to me?
I really can't think of it. The second uncle is hard and soft and doesn't eat. The only possibility I can force him to follow is to force his life.
However, the second uncle is a very shrewd person. He knows that I am the kind of person who can never fight with his life. I think he is most likely to drink tea there and ignore me. I can't really kill myself by myself.
I have to make him understand that he will not tell me that I will really die. In other words, I have to do things that I can't control.
Do you want to pretend to be kidnapped? I said to my heart, if I cut off my finger and send it to the second uncle, will the second uncle follow?
I think it will be gone. However, I think the second uncle will not immediately follow, one finger is definitely not enough, the nerve of the second uncle can at least stick to three.
Came to the kitchen. I looked at my left hand, picked up a kitchen knife, and selected three of them that seemed not very useful. I drew a picture and suddenly felt that life was particularly beautiful. Why should I?
Will the second uncle come over and tell me? If this hole was dug by him, then the person below escaped, and the second uncle would immediately know. Will the second uncle have any emergency measures to start? Will a directional missile fly over later and blow me up to the sky? It's been a long time and nothing happened when I came back. This strange, if there is no emergency measures, what use is this surveillance?
I think all directions seem to make sense in this matter, but I am missing a key, the only one. In the past, I was too far from the truth, and I could only see a lot of clues in a line, and they contradicted each other. However, this time I was too close to the truth, so I saw countless possibilities. In contrast, absolutely impossible and countless possibilities, I now find that the former is more kind.
Calculate the second uncle.
I picked up the kitchen knife again and pressed my hand on the chopping board. It seemed that this was my only way. Although it was a bit stupid, I seemed to have nowhere to go.
A feeling of decisiveness and sensation surged from the bottom of my heart. At this time, I realized that I was going crazy, and my demon had reached an uncontrollable point.
help me! I whispered to myself, and just wanted to hack it hard with a knife, and at this moment, the phone I set aside rang.
I was startled, and in a moment, all my sharpness was vented. People almost collapsed. Picking up the phone, I paused and found out that it was an unfamiliar number. When I picked it up, I asked who it was. The other said: "Put down the knife and look out the window."
As soon as I heard this voice, it reacted to the voice of the man I heard in the cellar, and immediately looked out the window. I saw a flashlight flashing in a farmer's house in the distance.
I was wondering when I heard someone on the phone sigh: "I put the flashlight here. I want to know what you want to know. I stayed by the flashlight. After reading it, you know what you should do.