I opened the bag and carefully put two fingers in. I only got the letter paper and didn't touch the hand bones at all.
After quickly clipping it out and carefully sealing the bag, I solemnly looked at the contents on the paper.
The font is very regular, one stroke at a time, giving people the feeling of reading a compiled book.
Of course, he still writes in simplified Chinese.
After reading the content quickly, my heart seemed to be invisibly clenched by a pair of hands!
The four characters on the letter's header are Zhang Jiu Gua Shu.
The name is Zhang Jiu Gua, and the book means letter, but the name of my grandfather, Luo Zhongliang, appears between the lines!
The first sentence at the beginning is: "The Bones of the Zhai Jing, the Nine Arts of Yin. I believe that when I leave these items and return to the world, there will be no more iron-clad Zhang Jiu Gua in the world! The same will happen again. Luo Zhongliang, Mr. Wu Yin Shu."
"The cycle of the Feng Shui world changes every sixty years. Talents emerge in large numbers, but they should eventually return to dust."
"My last hexagram was left to a widower, a lonely man who was born blind!"
"Before I told him his fortune, I deduced another hexagram. I will die on a soilless mountain, and Luo Zhongliang may also die soon."
"The blind man couldn't read, couldn't read, and had no children to pass on to him. He was so determined that he had no descendants for three generations, so he was instructed to repair the Yin Gourd House, with the intention of waiting for his daughter to return to his soul, and then to wait for him to learn the magic of Yin. man of."
"It is well known in the Feng Shui community that Tiekou Jinsuan and Mr. Yin Shu came from the same school, but they parted ways due to different temperaments."
"And the hexagram of my fate will send me to the dust of a person who practices Yin magic, so I thought to myself, if I leave the bones and golden abacus to that Yin magic person, wouldn't I share the same disciple with Luo Zhongliang? Master, I think Satisfied, Luo Zhongliang will not be able to live in peace even after death, and I feel happy in my heart."
"Yin arts are to connect the yin to suppress the corpse, to extinguish the soul, to move the mountains and fill the water, to change the luck of the people, and in a single thought, one may go down a wrong path."
"Fortune telling based on bones is the best. Fate is determined by nature. A single glance can determine good or bad luck. The person who holds this position will surely be famous for hundreds of years!"
"No matter you are a man or a woman, old or young, don't disappoint me." "When you see my remains in the future, kowtow as a disciple!"
"Furthermore, I would like to remind you, this cheap disciple, that human life is limited. If the abacus is broken, it will be the last hexagram. If you force it to come back, it will be short-lived. If you use pure gold to repair the abacus, it will be the new iron-kou gold." Calculate!"
Carefully, I read the contents of the letter word for word.
I also felt a sense of confusion and disbelief.
Does Tiekoujin calculate Zhang Jiugua? My grandfather and I were actually brothers from the same school!
His hexagrams are truly incomparable... unimaginable...
Blind Chen really met me!
Of course, I also found some problems with it.
I'm afraid not many people know about Yin Huzhai.
Or maybe it’s because of its uniqueness in the book, coupled with geographical restrictions. In fact, the only person Chen Xiazi can encounter is me!
Of course, if my grandma had not given my grandfather's relics, or if she had read them herself in the early years, then Blind Chen might have encountered her.
Between words, Zhang Jiugua said that passing on the bone diagram and golden abacus to me would make my ancestor happy and make my grandfather die peacefully and happily.
I could tell that those were not vicious words, but rather a sense of helplessness.
The two were once classmates, and then they parted ways. There must have been many twists and turns, but I had nowhere to know.
Maybe grandma will know about him!
Thinking of this, my heart beats faster.
But he frowned and looked at the hand bones!
What does this hand bone mean? Could it be said that this is Zhang Jiugua's own severed hand?
Then I picked up the abacus and weighed it. It was heavy. Maybe it was really pure gold.
Although the beads are dim in color, they still have the color of gold.
An idea suddenly occurred to me.
If I sell this abacus and abacus, what will happen to me? What kind of food are you asking for? I won’t have to worry about eating or drinking for the rest of my life!
Of course, this idea only lasts for this moment.
This golden abacus is what Zhang Jiugua relies on to tell fortunes. If I really sell it, he might become a sneaky person and climb up from the ground to settle accounts with me!
I put down the abacus and just picked up the book. The straight words "Bone Physiology" on it gave me an inexplicable attraction.
Just at this moment, my cell phone rang.
When I saw the caller, the word Xu Shiyu seemed familiar yet a little strange.
I immediately remembered, this is the policewoman!
What is she looking for me for?
When the phone was connected, a slightly dissatisfied female voice came from over there.
"Luo Shiliu? You have a habit of not replying to other people's WeChat messages, right?"
"From last night to now, I should have called you dozens of times and sent you countless messages, right?"
I:"……"
"Something happened to me yesterday...I fell into a coma and went to the hospital. I'm sorry..."
I apologized, feeling very uncomfortable, and asked cautiously: "Officer Xu, do you have anything to do with me?"
Xu Shiyu is a detective who handles homicide cases. I don't think she just wants to chat with me.
She added me on WeChat and said that I was related to the murder case... and she never chatted with me.
"Coma and in the hospital?! Did you have an accident? A car accident or something?" Xu Shiyu asked immediately.
I:"……"
"Officer Xu, if you have anything to say, just tell me... I'm fine now." I took a deep breath and said.
"I couldn't tell you clearly on the phone. I originally wanted you to come, but now it seems you can't come, so I'll come over and ask you something. Which hospital and what are the wards? Can you send me a WeChat message?"
We didn't talk about anything else after that. I sent the message, and Gu Ruolin asked me unnaturally what was wrong. Listen to what I said, was it the police?
I explained, saying that it was a policewoman who handled the case in the Gu family's old house, and it was Tang Xiaotian who they took away at that time.
Later, Liu Wensan and I returned to Liuhe Village and discovered another murder case. After calling the police, it happened to be her again, and then she added my WeChat account.
I also briefly talked about what happened to Lao Ding and his son-in-law a few days ago.
In fact, I was a little panicked, fearing that Gu Ruolin would misunderstand.
The next moment, Gu Ruolin's expression obviously relaxed, and she patted her chest.
"I thought it was Gu Tianliang who didn't want to let us go and was framed for something. Fortunately, it wasn't the case."
"Huh?" I smiled bitterly, feeling a little disappointed.
I thought it was because I answered a call from a girl and Gu Ruolin was nervous, but it turned out that I was thinking too much...
Gu Ruolin sat next to me and helped me peel the fruit.
I was also a little uneasy. I didn’t know why Xu Shiyu came to me. I casually looked through the bones, but couldn’t find much content. I felt that compared with the Zhai Jing, they were two completely different things with nothing in common. Nowhere.
Ten minutes later, Xu Shiyu, dressed in police uniform, walked into the ward ably.
At that moment, Gu Ruolin handed me a peeled apple, and Xu Shiyu's eyes were particularly surprised.
"Miss Gu? I didn't expect you to be here."
Gu Ruolin said hello calmly and smiled friendly.
Xu Shiyu glanced at me up and down, nodded, and said: "Luo Shiliu, then I won't beat around the bush."
