The day after Aunt Luo's accident, Brother Tian locked himself in the room, and no one dared to knock on the door.
When a person dies, the funeral is usually held three days later, which is the so-called "three days of morgue." However, the ice coffin has only one function, which is to preserve the body for many years.
Not only me, anyone with a little bit of discernment can see that Brother Tian doesn’t want Aunt Luo to be buried in peace at all!
In other words, he didn't want to let go. He wanted to force Aunt Luo to stay by his side and watch her every day.
This approach seriously violates Aunt Luo's wish before her death. This is wrong!
No one dares to speak against him, I dare!
When I reached Brother Tian's door, I stretched out my hand to knock on the door, but halfway through, I retracted it.
I turned around and left, thinking to myself: "It is not easy to rush into this matter. Let me think about my words and consider it in the long term."
At this moment, the door opened suddenly from behind, and then Brother Tian said in a hoarse voice: "Come in, I have something to ask you."
"Tian...Brother Tian, your hair..."
After not seeing each other for just one day, Brother Tian has turned completely white on his temples, and his face is very haggard, so much so that he doesn't seem to care about his appearance.
When I entered the room, Brother Tian handed me a cigarette and then leaned on the sofa.
"Yunfeng, tell the truth, are you here to persuade me not to do this?"
The lights in the room were dim and the atmosphere was a bit heavy.
I sat on the sofa across from him and said seriously: "Brother Tian, although I may be gentle, I still want to advise you, you can't do this! People should be buried in their graves!"
Brother Tian slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
He looked at me with a calm expression: "Yunfeng, I heard someone say that in a Western Zhou Dynasty tomb in Moth Mountain four years ago, not only did you see corpses raised, but you also got a bottle that could make the dead open their eyes. blue potion, right?"
I stood up from the sofa and said excitedly: "Don't mention this! I almost forgot about it! There is no such thing in this world!"
Brother Tian's voice was low: "It doesn't exist, or you don't dare to admit that something exists."
"does not exist!"
I shouted: "It doesn't exist! A corpse is a corpse! It's impossible to open your eyes!"
"Then tell me where that bottle of potion is now."
"I don't know! I forgot! Don't fucking ask me!"
After saying that, I turned around and left.
Suddenly, a gun was pressed against the back of my head.
Brother Tian was behind me and said calmly: "Don't force me to do something to you...Last chance, where is that thing."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, recalling the past.
Dusty memories are like slides, flashing through my mind one by one.
Mustard, Sister Hong, eldest brother, second brother and third brother...
Can blue potion cure certain diseases? Is it useful to living people? I don't know, but I know clearly that that thing does have an effect on corpses.
No one believed what I said, and there was no need to argue about it. But what I want to say is that the end of science is often metaphysics. Many of today's scientific conclusions will be correct hundreds or thousands of years ago. If you use the perspective of that time to verify today's scientific conclusions, will they definitely be right? Just like Darwin, he said that humans evolved from monkeys, which is regarded as truth. However, recently some scientists said that humans evolved from fish. So the question arises, was our ancestor a fish or a fish? monkey?
I took deep breaths and turned around sharply.
The cold barrel of the gun was pointed at my head, but I was not afraid.
Seeing that I kept silent, Brother Tian said with a cold face: "Even if you didn't tell me, I would have guessed that it has been almost four years since Yunfeng, the Sun brothers, and Chen Hong, they seemed to have disappeared from the world. If you don’t show up in the world, that bottle of potion will be on one of them, right?”
