I held the letter and photos tightly in my hands and froze on the spot.
The sun was setting outside, and the setting sun filled the front hall of the old house. A sudden gust of wind came, and my shirt, which was already wet with sweat, made me feel that my body was losing temperature rapidly.
"Zhou Cang, what did the professor say?" Seeing my ugly face, Wen Xiangyu asked in confusion.
My head was pounding and I couldn't answer her at all.
You are right, it is us who are wrong...
These words and the photo of my father lying in the crystal coffin shrouded my mind like a huge dark cloud.
Xiangyu stepped forward and asked tentatively, "Zhou Cang, can we read this letter?"
I raised my head, looked at the three classmates in front of me, thought about it for a while, and nodded.
After receiving my permission, Wen Xiangyu took the letter paper and photos over, and Zhang Jisheng and Chen Mo also walked over.
After just one glance, Wen Xiangyu raised her head and looked at me in confusion: "Zhou Cang, I don't understand."
"Professor, this letter has no beginning or end. What is wrong and right?" Zhang Jisheng said with a frown after reading the letter.
"But Zhou Cang obviously understood. His face turned pale." Wen Xiangyu said, pointing to the photo again, "Why did the professor keep such a photo? It makes me feel sick."
Wen Xiangyu said and glanced at Chen Mo, probably hoping that he could express some opinions, but Chen Mo remained silent after reading the letter.
My classmates didn't know my experience in my grandfather's study, so in their eyes, the content in the letter had no connection with the photos.
"Zhou Cang, what's going on with this photo?"
Probably sensing that I couldn't catch my breath, Zhang Jisheng touched me and asked, "Do you understand? The professor's words are so vague. Is there any hidden secret?"
I knew they were expecting me to explain something. I lowered my head and thought for a while, then raised my head and said, "The professor said that I didn't have hallucinations when I visited the Zhuyin Ancient Temple on the seaside."
"ah?"
As soon as I said this, my classmates were shocked.
"If you didn't hallucinate, did we hallucinate?" Xiangyu was the first to react, with an extremely surprised expression.
"What the professor means is probably this."
"But......"
Xiangyu only said half of what she said, and I roughly know what she wanted to say later. Because she and her step-sister Chen Mo both participated in the original seaside sacrifice. If my experience was normal, then their experience was considered normal.
What?
Zhang Jisheng looked at me in disbelief, "We experienced what happened back then together. Are you sure that's what the professor meant?"
As he spoke, he took off his glasses and almost put his face to the photo to examine it carefully. Then he glanced at the letter paper and said, "I still can't see the connection between this photo and this letter and what happened back then."
"photo,"
I hesitated for a moment and decided not to say anything yet, "I don't understand either."
After that, everyone fell into deep thought again, and I continued to feel overwhelmed.
Does the tomb under my grandfather’s study exist? If it doesn’t exist, where did this photo come from?
"Children, the meal is ready,"
At this time, grandma came in.
After dinner, there were dark clouds in the sky, and my classmates noticed that I was not in my best mood, so they suggested that I take a rest early.
After returning to the room, I picked up the phone and sent the video directly to my father.
"Cang'er."
The video was connected. The father in the video was in a dormitory. The dormitory was relatively simple and obviously temporary.
Seeing my father really appear in front of me, I secretly exhaled a long breath, "Dad, are you working in the field?"
"Yes, it's in Shanxi, a Han tomb."
Dad smiled and said, "Boy, why are you always looking for me these two days? Did something happen to you?"
I said nothing.
"Many things are fundamentally determined by what you think in your heart." Seeing that I was worried, my father enlightened me. This was also his habit. When I was worried, he never asked me what I was worried about.
But it taught me not to see things with my eyes, but to see with my heart.
But this time my father’s enlightenment made me suddenly think of the old man’s strange words that day: The world is not black and white, nor is it either true or false.
Could it be that my father knows everything I have been through recently?
I stared at the father in the video carefully, but the father in the video looked as usual.
I hesitated for a moment, but decided to ask, "Dad, do you want to tell me something?"
"When something happens, calm down and look inside yourself."
My father's answer made me a little disappointed. Obviously, he didn't know what I had been through recently.
After hanging up the phone, I took out the photos in the letter and looked at them carefully.
The photo was taken in a secret room. The secret room in Grandpa's study must indeed exist, otherwise this photo cannot be explained.
After nightfall, I guessed that everyone was asleep, so I quietly walked into the study.
The clouds are very thick tonight, the moon is completely covered, and it is pitch dark in the study.
Worried about being discovered by grandpa, I didn't turn on the light, and relied on my memory of the layout of the study to find my way to grandpa's desk.
Squatting down, I got under the desk, turned on the light source of my mobile phone, and began to study the two floor tiles under the desk seriously.
The cement around the two floor tiles is still tightly sealed, and the age of the cement filling the joints is no different from that of the rest of the surrounding areas.
Could it be that the old man deliberately made the cement used to fill the joints look old?
Thinking of this, I started to knock the two bricks with my knuckles.
The sound of the return made me a little disappointed.
Under the two bricks, there is a solid space.
I was worried that my ears were wrong, so I knocked twice more, and then knocked on the floor tiles in other places, and the sound I got was exactly the same.
Is there really no secret passage? I sighed, and what happened to the professor’s photo?
But at this moment, I heard a sound.
Beneath, beep, beep, beep, beep...
This sound is very similar to the memory in the secret passage.
But the sound was too thin and faint. I wasn't sure if it was my auditory hallucination, so I held my breath and listened attentively.
It was finally determined that the sound originated from the attic above my grandfather's study.
Is there someone in the attic?
Thinking of this, I subconsciously took my cell phone and shined a light on the attic.
A pair of eyes were stuck in the gap between the wooden boards in the attic.
My sweat pores suddenly exploded, "Who?!"
Silence.
I quickly ran upstairs.
When I got upstairs, I looked around with my phone, but there was no one in the attic.
Fear grew from the soles of my feet, my breathing began to quicken, and the pair of eyes that had just penetrated the gap in the floor lingered in my mind.
I searched around the attic again, but still found no one.
But I was still unwilling to give in. I searched carefully several times, but still found nothing.
I sat tiredly on the attic stairs, feeling uneasy.
Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky.
The entire study room was illuminated instantly.
"Tian Fengjie."
Looking at the bookshelf struck by lightning, I blurted out these three words.
The old man's bookshelf is actually arranged according to the hexagram Tianfengjia in the sixty-fourth hexagram of Zhouyi.
The old man has always been superstitious about the Book of Changes. As long as there are a large number of his items, they will inevitably be arranged in the form of hexagram paintings. I have long been accustomed to this.
However, I have never noticed that the bookshelf in the study room is also the same. Although the lightning flashed just now, it clearly imprinted the order of the bookshelf in my mind like taking a photo. This allowed me to see the bookshelf.