My grandfather came back with me? !
My feet went soft, and I sat down on the ground with a thud. My mind was like a ball of paste, and I could only open my mouth wide, but in the end I couldn't even say a word.
No wonder Mr. Wang asked us to say, "I'm coming home, don't follow me." It turned out that he was just trying to prevent my grandfather from following us back! However, I obviously said this after entering the main room, why did my grandfather still follow me?
Could it be that the invitation to the Immortal to ascend the throne was not broken, so he jumped out to harm people again?
If this is the case, and I am the tenth in order, have the eight people in front been killed by my grandfather?
Before I could figure out what was going on, I saw that pale, wrinkle-free face leaning towards me. I hurriedly moved my butt back, and then I was surprised to find that the face had leaned forward a distance. Finally, he shrank back and returned to his previous position.
After waiting for a few seconds, the face moved forward again, then stopped at a specific position, then returned to its original position, and so on, back and forth like a roly-poly. And this specific location is exactly where the door of my room is!
So, I just heard a regular, dull sound and it was my grandpa banging his head on my door? !
But, what kind of weird knocking gesture is this! ?
My grandfather had just been buried in the early morning, and he appeared at the door of my room at night! This in itself is appalling.
As a result, my grandfather was still stiff after death, so he could only stand upright. Even if he wanted to knock on the door, he couldn't raise his hand, so he could only lean forward and bang his head on the door!
And I went to open the door in a daze, without any mental preparation at all. As soon as the door opened, I came face to face with the face that my grandfather bumped into. What a horrifying scene it must have been! ?
I feel that I was not frightened to death or fainted entirely because of the terrifying experience of these two days.
After I was sure that my grandpa was just standing there knocking on the door with his head, I noticed that the body under this face was actually wearing the same clothes I changed out of before, and even the shoes on my feet were made by me through frugality. The pair I just bought!
It is not my grandfather, but the wooden man carved by Mr. Wang to replace my body!
No wonder it doesn't knock on the door with its hands, but uses such a weird posture to knock on the door, because it can't use its hands at all and can only bang its head against the door!
But, but how could it be? ! How could it be it? !
It is just a piece of wood from head to toe, and its arms and legs are still attached to the body. Logically speaking, it is impossible for it to move! So how did it crawl out of the grave, walk up the mountain to the door of my room, and knock on my door with its head? !
To be honest, at this moment, I would rather it was my grandfather standing at the door of the room than this wooden man who can't move at all!
After all, although my grandfather is dead, he is still a human being.
Compared to my grandpa, it’s more suffocating if the person knocking on the door with his head is a wooden person!
Also, why is this wooden man wearing my grandpa’s paper face on his face? What did it do to my grandpa?
I couldn't help but have a picture in my mind. After the coffin was put into the ground and we were all gone, this wooden man smashed the lid of the coffin with his head, smashed the bottom of my grandfather's coffin, and then reached out and peeled off my grandfather's paper face. Wear it on your face...
Just thinking about this scene gave me goosebumps all over my body, and I didn’t dare to dwell on the rest of the scene.
I wanted to call Mr. Wang, but I was afraid that if I made a sound, this wooden man would jump in and smash my head.
what to do?
There was definitely no way out of the front door. I wasn't sure if the wooden man would only knock on the door repeatedly. If it would knock on the head, then I would be seeking death if I approached.
Although there is a back door in my room, it was originally the door leading to the back mountain, but a long time ago, my grandfather was worried that thieves would come in from here, so he used two thick wooden sticks to cross and bolt the door shut, like a capital The X is printed on the door panel.
To get out through the back door, you first need to remove the two heavy door latches. But the two door latches were so stuck to each other that it was almost impossible to remove them without making any noise.
And once the sound is made, it will definitely alert the wooden man at the door.
This is almost a dead end!
But there is no way to keep this stalemate, because I found that the wooden man had stopped knocking on the door. He must have found that the door had been opened. At this time, he was staring at the room with bulging eyes, motionless, and seemed to be thinking about it. Do you want to go into the house?
I don’t know what its purpose is, but when it knocks on my door late at night, with my grandpa’s paper face on its head, I don’t believe it comes with good intentions.
You must leave here and go to the opposite side to find Mr. Wang!
So I held my breath, first pushed back a little with my hands, then secretly exerted force with both hands and feet at the same time, raised my butt slightly, and then carefully moved my butt as far back as possible.
After I couldn't move my butt anymore, I sat down gently, then stopped and looked at the wooden man at the door. After making sure it didn't respond, I took my feet back and repeated the previous action.
My body was slowly moving back, but my eyes never left the wooden man, and I kept telling myself secretly in my heart that if the wooden man made any movement, I would immediately stop and hold my breath.
Fortunately, my movements were very gentle and did not disturb the wooden man at the door, and I successfully moved to the back door.
Because I was afraid of the wooden man, I didn't dare to look back to see where the door latch was, so I could only touch it with my backhand. Fortunately, I quickly touched a smooth cylindrical object, which was the shape of a door latch in my mind.
So I leaned against the door panel with my back, holding on to the door latch, secretly exerting force under my feet, and slowly stood up from the ground - I didn't dare to get up too fast, for fear that I would make a noise and alert the guy.
After I stood up, I stood there for more than a minute. After making sure that the wooden man had no intention of entering the house, I started to prepare to remove the door latch.
The two door latches are crossed with each other and stuck in the four slots on the upper, lower, left and right sides of the door frame. One is at the top and the other is at the bottom. If you want to remove it, you must first remove the one that is pressed on top. Remove the bottom one.
But the back door has been sealed for so many years, and I have long forgotten which one is up and which one is down. If I want to open the door, I have to try each one.
Anyone who has lived in rural areas knows that the clips at both ends of the door latch are one long and one short. When bolting the door, the long piece is inserted into the slot first, and then the short piece is inserted. When removing it, it's just the opposite. You have to move the long section in first, and then you can remove the short end.
Although the latch of the back door of my room is fastened diagonally, the method is the same. So if you want to remove it, you have to lift the door latch diagonally upward, and then pull out the latch diagonally above the slot.
My right hand holding the door latch had not been loosened. In order to reduce the range of movement as much as possible, I did not bend my elbow. Instead, I stepped on my right foot and shrugged my right shoulder upward, trying to move the door latch to the upper left.
But I exerted a lot of strength, but the door latch was as firm as a rock. It seems that it is not the door bolt that is pressing on it.
So I had to let go of my right hand, and then stretched out my left hand to touch the other door latch.
Logically speaking, the back door is wider than my body, so my left hand must be stretched out at some angle to reach the door latch. But as soon as I grabbed my left hand back, I caught the door latch, which really puzzled me.
But then I thought about it, maybe it was because my body hadn't grown yet when I was a kid, so I thought the door panel was wider than me. Now that I'm older, the door panel is actually only as wide as my body.
So I didn't think much about it, but used the same method, putting my left foot up, shrugging my left shoulder, and leaning my whole body to the right, trying to remove the door latch.
Logically speaking, there are only two door bolts, and the one pressing on it is not the one before, it must be this one. But what I never expected was that my left calf was shaking slightly, but the door bolt still didn't move at all!
Could it be that the door bolt pressing on it was the same one from before?
So I grabbed the previous door latch and lifted it up again, and used more strength than before, but the result was still the same, there was no movement at all!
Is it possible to lift both ends together?
As soon as the idea came to my mind, I bent my knees slightly, then grabbed the two door latches, intending to lift them up at the same time.
But just when I was about to straighten my knees, I suddenly realized that no matter how fat I am now, I am definitely not as wide as the door panel of the back door. But the hand I was holding on to the door latch was clearly stretched straight back, not to the sides of my body at all. This is unscientific!
There must be something wrong!
So I squinted at the wooden figure at the door (the door and the back door opened on the diagonal of the room, so I had to squint), took a small half step forward, and then turned slightly sideways towards the door. Turn sideways so that you can see the door and the back door with your peripheral vision.
But when I looked at the back door with my peripheral vision, I was dumbfounded on the spot - I didn't see the back door, only the wall that was an arm's length away from me!
I just took a small half step forward, and this half step was definitely no longer than an arm's length!
But the wall of my house is indeed still within an arm's reach of me at this moment!
In other words, what I just leaned against was not the back door built into the wall of my house at all!
But if it wasn't the back door, what did I just rely on?
And there is a latch on the back door of the house. If it is not the back door, then what is that smooth cylindrical thing I was holding on to?
I no longer cared about the wooden man at the door, but slowly turned my head, and then through the dim light outside the window, I finally saw clearly what I was leaning against—an embroidered dark green coat on the upper body and black trousers on the lower body. , blue embroidered cloth shoes on the feet...
It’s my grandfather!
What I just grabbed was not a door latch at all, but his two arms!
And he, before the wooden man knocked on the door, had been standing at the end of the bed watching me sleep!
