The writing on the shroud

Now, only to open Grandpa's coffin and see what was inside, I looked at Malachi and my father standing on either side of the coffin.

Malachi loosened the seven coffin nails with his hands before looking at my father.

I saw my dad and Malachi's hands resting on the coffin plate at the same time, and after looking at each other, my dad and Malachi pressed together.

The lid of the coffin was lifted off with a clang, and both Malachi and my father's brows furrowed at the sight of the empty coffin.

It's empty? So, there's no fake for my grandpa's dead body? So now the question is, how did Grandpa get out of this coffin?

Is it true that Grandpa went straight through the coffin and the grave and came out of it? This is so outrageous that no one will believe it.

However, the most important thing now is that this scene in front of me, I do not know how to explain.

As my father rose from under the coffin pit, Malachi was still frowning and groping inside.

He knocked on the bottom of the coffin, really, no problem, and Malachi got up at this time, and my father also asked Malachi aloud.

"Uncle Liang, do you think someone is playing tricks?"

My dad's voice fell, and my heart sank, and someone was playing? My dad's picture makes sense, so someone dug up Grandpa's grave?

Getting Grandpa's body out, then closing the coffin intact and filling the grave, that's understandable.

But what about Grandpa showing up in my room with his hand clinging to my wrist?

After my dad said that, I saw Malachi frown too, apparently in deep thought, and after a moment, Malachi shook his head.

"It doesn't make much sense, and it doesn't rule it out, but if it does, it could be a big problem."

Malachi's deep voice came out, with a heavy note in it.

After saying this, Malachi quickly looked at me and then said: "OK, let the body into the coffin first, this is not a way, cinnabar sealed the six senses, this should not continue to gather Yin shaming."

My dad nodded, and at that moment, my dad and Malachi put Grandpa down behind me and carried the room into the coffin.

Suddenly, my father pulled grandpa's cuff, said that the place is missing a piece of cloth? I also noticed that the cuff of Grandpa's shroud is missing a bit.

Malachi's eyes stiffened slightly, and then he said, "Maybe something caught them when they were carrying them on their back?"

Indeed, on the way to this ancestral tomb hill, there are a lot of branches, being hung is inevitable, before perhaps I ran too fast, did not pay much attention.

Without paying too much attention, Malachi put his grandfather's body away, and sighed and said to his grandfather.

"Brother Li, everything you asked me to do has been handled well, baby is OK, you can go at ease, don't bother so much."

After a few words, Malachi and my father closed the lid of the coffin, and the original seven Yin nails were nailed again.

Finally, we filled Grandpa's grave together, which took half an hour. After finishing, Malachi asked me to put incense on Grandpa, and finally we went home together.

When we got home, Malachi did not rush to leave, but gave me a piece of paper, saying that I had been scared tonight, and those things had been around me, and I had gathered some evil spirits.

Let me drink the paper water, Malachi said so, I found this time, I came back from the outside cold, before thought it was cold outside, but at home is still the same.

Under Malachi's supervision, I drank the Fu water and Malachi got up to leave. Before leaving, Malachi told us to keep the doors and Windows closed, but said nothing more.

After Malachi left, my dad and I washed our feet, and we were ready to go to our room to rest. Finally, I couldn't resist calling out to my dad.

Yeah, I'm still scared. I asked my dad if I could sleep next to him? My father frowned, understood what I meant, and said that I was now big, this was my fear in my heart, to overcome myself, can not always rely on others.

I am a little puzzled, this should be a small request, my father unexpectedly did not agree to me, finally I had to settle for the second, ask my father can change rooms with me?

My room has a window, my dad's room doesn't, and when I woke up this morning, the window was open, which instinctively reminded me that Grandpa came in through the window, so that window in the room gave me a sense of fear.

Finally, my father agreed, I was overjoyed to run directly into my father's room, looking at the closed room, my whole heart a little relieved, I bolt the door, ready to undress to sleep.

When I took off my pants, I suddenly felt that there seemed to be something inside my pants pocket, and my heart was stunned and quickly reached out for a touch.

It seems to be a piece of cloth, I felt out of the pocket of something, dark green cloth, the next moment, my whole body shook, some jaw-droppingly looking at this piece of broken green cloth in front of me.

The color of this cloth is exactly the same as the shroud on Grandpa's body, and why does this scrap cloth look more and more like the corner of the sleeve of Grandpa's shroud?

No, I looked at it a little, and I was almost certain that this was definitely the piece of cloth that had been hung off the cuff of Grandpa's shroud.

But how did this rag end up in my pants pocket? My eyes suddenly closed, and I saw something on the opposite side of the shroud.

I quickly turned the shroud pieces around, and the next moment, my eyes suddenly widened and my breathing became a little faster, because I actually saw a line of words on the shroud pieces.

And what surprised me even more was the content of this line.

"Run. Don't trust anyone."

It was such a simple line of words, but my heart could not calm down at all, first of all, the biggest doubt in my heart, who left this line of words?

The writing was so shallow that I could not even tell what was written on it, and what was even more difficult to explain was that the shard of shroud was from Grandpa's sleeve. Who could tear off the shard and write these words?

And not many people wrote it. Tonight, just my dad, Malachi, and I went to the grave, and this shrill piece was obviously put in my pants pocket tonight.

I'm pretty sure I ruled it out myself, so who left the shroud strips? My dad? Or is it Malachi?

If I have to choose between two people, then I prefer to trust my father, if he left me a shroud of cloth, then he is suggesting something to me? Don't trust anyone?

Who is anyone here referring to? Malachi?

No, if my dad left it, he wouldn't have had to beat around the bush, and even if he wanted to avoid Malachi, he could have waited until Malachi left and told me about it alone, why would he have gone to all this trouble?

What if Malachi left it for me? He told me not to trust my dad? This guess seems a little crazy even to me.

Wait a minute. A more ridiculous idea popped into my head right now. Could this piece of cloth from the shrill be my grandfather's?

Grandpa has been dead for a few days, the idea is really not ordinary absurd, but I suddenly thought of before, when I was surrounded by so many ghosts, my ear that faint voice.

Now looking back, it was not my father's voice at all, and grandpa's body came back inexplicably, which has subverted my previous cognition.

So, now even if the guess is grandpa left this cloth, my heart is not so difficult to accept.

At this moment, I began to recall, suddenly, I found that this line of handwriting, and grandpa's handwriting is so similar, before the Spring Festival every year, the pair pasted inside the home are written by grandpa.

And isn't that the same writing on this shard of shroud? This conclusion almost gave me the final judgment.

Yes, this piece of cloth was left to me by my grandfather, and it was my grandfather who had been dead for a few days.