What does it mean to die earlier than originally planned?
Could it be that death can be controlled according to plan?
As soon as the thought came to my mind, I suddenly stiffened and looked at Mr. Wang with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on my face.
Mr. Wang nodded and said, yes, that's what you want. Your grandfather committed suicide.
Even though I had already guessed it, when these words came out of Mr. Wang's mouth, I still felt like I was struck by lightning. For a moment, I felt like the world was spinning and I could hardly stand still.
I knew there was something fishy about my grandfather's death. After all, on the eve of graduation, I had a phone call with my grandfather through the village chief’s home phone. At that time, he was very angry, and he didn’t look like a dying old man at all. Why did he die in just a few days after saying no? It turns out he committed suicide!
But why did my grandfather commit suicide?
As far as I know, he has no illness or pain (unless he has been hiding it from me), and I am about to graduate, and his days of happiness as an old man are coming soon. Why does he suddenly want to commit suicide?
Did I do something wrong that irritated him?
I thought about it carefully and felt that I had not done anything against my grandfather’s wishes.
Wait, why did Mr. Wang know that my grandfather committed suicide?
From the novels I have read before and from the experience of Detective Conan, generally speaking, if someone commits suicide, it is most likely the murderer!
I stared at Mr. Wang, hoping he could give me an explanation.
Mr. Wang was not frightened by my eyes, but said calmly, your grandfather knew that some people would be suspicious, so he made a special appointment with me. I would arrange the burial two days after his death. Who knows, I came a day early, but I came late.
When I heard this, I thought that when I met Mr. Wang before, he had said, "You're late." I thought it was because he didn't come according to Chen Guzi's agreed time, but now I know that his original intention was that my grandfather would die. early.
It's just that my grandfather, such a simple and honest person, can he really think of all the details of "not arousing suspicion"? If he could really think of it, why didn't he proceed as planned?
I think Mr. Wang is suspicious.
And according to a normal person's thinking logic, if he knew that someone else was about to commit suicide, he should stop it or call the police as soon as possible. It is impossible to let someone else run over to take care of the funeral after a successful suicide, right?
Mr. Wang sighed and said, this is the fate of a craftsman. No matter how good he is in life, he will be in trouble after death. Although your grandfather has never used craftsmanship for most of his life, he is a craftsman after all. If he hadn't committed suicide, he would have ended up like this.
What he meant by the current situation was that the dojo master who built the dojo for my grandfather, the Eight Immortals who carried his coffin, and his grandson would all die.
Mr. Wang said, apart from agreeing on a time, I can't think of any other way. After all, I can't stay by your grandfather's side until he dies.
Let me tell you, there is no need to take such an extreme route. My grandfather could have told me or found someone he trusted to lay his body down during the burial. There was no need to commit suicide at all.
Mr. Wang said, do you remember how the village chief behaved when I wanted to turn your grandpa over?
These words seemed ordinary, but I instantly understood what he meant.
The concept of raising a dead man and exterminating his descendants has penetrated into the hearts of everyone in this village. The village chief trusted Mr. Wang so much that he dared to stand up and stop him. If it were anyone else, who could guarantee that he could turn my grandfather's body over and bury it?
I thought of several ways, but in the end they all failed due to the deep-rooted ideas of the folks.
After a while of silence, Mr. Wang said to me, "Actually, don't be sad. Your grandfather's ending is already considered a very good one among craftsmen." Not long ago, a mason died, and he was almost killed by your grandfather and nephew.
I was already depressed, but when I heard Mr. Wang’s words that were intended to comfort but were not comforting, I couldn’t help but retort, “Why can’t a craftsman like this bullshit live in peace and enjoy his old age?”
Mr. Wang sighed deeply again and said, if you spend your whole life dealing with Yin people (dead people), is it possible that you will have a good ending? Don't talk about enjoying your old age. As far as I know, the most powerful craftsman in the craftsman's sect for sixty years lost his craftsmanship at a young age and became an abandoned son of the craftsman's sect. Although he lived to the end, he is actually not as good as him. Die.
I don’t know what craftsman he is talking about, and I don’t know who the most powerful craftsman in the past sixty years is. I only know that my grandfather who loved me and loved me is gone, and I don’t want to accept this fact.
Mr. Wang patted me on the shoulder and said, little baby, don't be so sad. This ending is actually the best for your grandfather. Besides, before your grandfather left, he had nothing to worry about.
When he saw me looking at him, he continued to talk. When your grandfather came to see me six days ago, he said something - "My grandson will graduate from college soon. Instead of staying to harm others, it is better to take advantage of it." Haha, take a breath, it's all over'.
When I heard this, I thought I had shed all my tears, but my defenses suddenly broke. Tears flowed down like a river that had burst its embankment.
Mr. Wang did not persuade me this time. He just squatted aside, smoking and frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.
The village chief didn't come back until noon, and the eight people following him were still the same eight people from before. Just looking at their expressions, they were a little afraid of entering my yard.
I don’t know how the village chief invited them here. I just know that if I were them, I would never touch my grandfather’s coffin again even if they beat me to death.
The village chief finally got those people into the yard, and then stood aside, waiting for Mr. Wang's instructions.
I originally thought that Mr. Wang, like Chen Guzi, would perform rituals for a while and then have the coffin lifted. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang stood up, reached out and patted my grandfather's coffin, and told the eight people to carry it to the ancestral hall. Don't stop and talk during the process. Don't answer anyone who calls you.
Someone in the crowd asked quietly, what would happen if he answered?
Mr. Wang said, Chen Guzi will end up with you!
As soon as these words came out, everyone present took a deep breath, turned around and left without saying a word. But before they took a few steps, they were stopped by Mr. Wang's words, and they didn't dare to step out of the yard again.
Mr. Wang said, you brought him back. If you don’t send him back to the mountain, do you think Uncle You will make things easier for you?
What Mr. Wang meant was that the person who tied the bell must untie it, but he could not speak in such polite words.
After the eight people were stunned on the spot for a few seconds, they all walked up to Mr. Wang and begged him for help, all crying.
Mr. Wang said, remember what I said before, carry the coffin into the ancestral hall, and then send it up the mountain to ensure that nothing happens to you.
After receiving Mr. Wang's assurance, several people immediately took action and within a few seconds the coffin was tied up again and the lifting poles were inserted.
Mr. Wang should have a high status in the hearts of the villagers. Otherwise, even if he were the village chief, his words would not be so effective.
Mr. Wang first took out the ever-burning lantern from under the coffin and handed it to me. Then he asked the village chief to get a bench. He himself followed us slowly, carrying a cage covered with black cloth.
On the way the coffin was carried to the ancestral hall, a group of villagers were attracted to watch the fun. At this time, they all knew that Chen Guzi was dead, so when they knew that they wanted to put my grandfather in the ancestral hall for one night, not surprisingly, they all objected fiercely.
In the end, the village chief persuaded me, and they reluctantly agreed because I was an orphan.
The eight immortals who carried the coffin kept Mr. Wang's words in mind along the way. No matter who tried to persuade them, they just kept silent and carried the coffin. They ignored anyone and did not respond to anyone's calls. They quickly carried the coffin to the ancestral hall.
After arriving at the ancestral hall, Mr. Wang blocked the Eight Immortals outside the door and asked the village chief to take me inside first to burn incense and paper for the ancestors of the Chen family, and begged the ancestors of the Chen family not to take offense.
Mr. Wang placed two benches in the center of the yard. I then placed the long-lit lamp in my hand between the two chairs, and then followed the village chief into the ancestral hall.
Looking at the densely packed memorial tablets of Chen family ancestors on the shrine in the hall, I felt an inexplicable weight in my heart, and I became more and more pious when I kowtowed.
At the same time, Mr. Wang called the Eight Immortals to carry the coffin into the ancestral hall.
However, the moment the coffin hit the chair, there was a "crash~" sound. In the hall of the ancestral hall, all the tablets of the Chen family's ancestors on the shrines fell forward almost at the same time, and they all fell in front of me!
I heard Mr. Wang scream "Ah", and when I turned around, I saw that his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and without any warning, he roared at the top of his voice: "The soul bows its head, and all living beings surrender! It's over!" ! It’s over! It’s over!… They all have to die! They all have to die!!”
