I in Chengdu to send Xianqiao antique market to run a pawnshop, the main antique jade pawn, three teaching nine stream is considered to be the next nine, this line should be eaten with a pair of eyes, in addition to having a mouth that can say the dead alive, false to say true, really expensive, even if this meal is eaten.

This line has been working for a long time, more or less famous, although not rich and expensive, but also food and clothing, friends in the circle of leisurely things like to sit here, chat the most is the story behind these antiques, the line people understand that every antique must have a story, especially from the ground dug out, but any history price will be doubled several times.

I always like to end a cup of tea around to listen to them gossip, all kinds of strange things, sitting friends say that the rise will always hand over a cigarette.

You know a lot, or you can also say one for everyone to listen to...

I always waved my hand and laughed and did not say, but the most taboo in this line is to listen to the story, the more antique 80% of the story is false, eat this bowl of rice, cheated the customer I did, falsified the geese over-excavated hook when I also did, since it is by eye to eat, lost in the eye force is also no wonder.

But I never make up stories to fool people.

I have experienced a lot of strange and strange things, and few people will believe that the most important thing is life and death.

My name is Gu Chao Song, and my name is taken from the night strings of the Chao Song for 50 miles, and the 800 princes are Chao Ling Mountain.

This name was given to me by my father, my father said that when I was born, the world was not peaceful, the Great Leap Forward and the great famine caused by natural disasters in three years of starvation, and my father wanted to figure out a good head, and I hoped that I could get through it.

My father spoke to me, and the most he said to me was one of the most words he said to me.

I was raised by the dead!

My family in Sichuan West is close to the four girls mountain golden gong ditch, the poor mountain bad water out of the people, the most famous is the bandit, here the people are strong, can have a knife and a gun to solve the matter absolutely do not grind the mouth, so a year to the mountain mourning is always more than happy events.

My father is the local eight King Kong, do not listen to this name, in fact, a little old know, what is the meaning of the eight King Kong, the heavy burial in the Sichuan mountains, people died to carry the coffin, commonly known as the eight King Kong.

My father always stood in the third row on the right, in the custom, called the five ghosts to carry the coffin, which means that the dead are highly respected, and even the ghosts will come to help carry the coffin, so my father is called Gu Wu.

When the eight King Kong has many benefits, each person has a whole pack of cigarettes, there are two large bowls of red meat on the table before the funeral, one bowl more than other tables, eight people sitting around a table, under the envious attention of everyone to drink a big piece of meat, eat and drink enough filial piety to send eight red envelopes.

But the mountain people are more taboo, that the eight King Kongs and five ghosts in the country carry the coffin this position is unlucky, not only will die of death but also harm the offspring, so even the poor are not willing to do this.

When I was a child, my family was poor, and it was not easy for my father to pull me alone, so there was a funeral that he must be a five-ghost carrying coffin.

I have never seen my mother since I remember, so my father went out only to take me, and the reputation of the five ghosts carrying the coffin was very large in the Sichuan and Xishan mountains at that time, but all the dead people always invited my father to pass, but in that year, all three or five people died, so I grew up almost by eating the dead and dying.

When I was buried, my father had a habit of always taking a handful of soil at the bottom of the cemetery and rubbed it in my hand, and I did not know the meaning of my father's action for a long time.

Occasionally, when I was at home, my father would turn around and look at a book, and the first word I could recognize was the title of that book.

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Later, I learned that this book is a Northern Song burial book, written for hundreds of years, secret for a long time, the whole book of the house that can be regarded as a treasure by the public, whether it is a vendor or an emperor, as long as it is buried according to the feng shui, you can find the mausoleum.

My father's only hobby was to read books, and when I was a little bigger, I spent most of my time reading books, and I couldn't understand how a man who carried the coffin to the dead in the mountains could have so many books.

I have been around my father for a long time, and I can know one or two of the whole book, and the most strange thing for me is that there is one of these books, and one of them is recorded, that is, the so-called black words, I have never understood the reasons why my father saw these things.

Although the days were plain and poor but stable, I thought I would continue like this until the evening of the day when I was seven years old, the father of blood and blood, stumbled and rushed in from the outside.

He clung to me, put a stone pendant necklace with him all the time, and put it around my neck, telling me that the necklace could not be lost anyway.

And take a piece wrapped in oil paper from the jar of the beam and give it to me, so that I can go as far as I can immediately from behind the house, and never come back, and the things in the oil paper must be burned.

The first time I saw my father so panicked, I was confused, my father cried at me, and I was afraid to hold the things my father gave me to run back to the mountain, and when I ran to the mountainside, I could see my house from the grass.

Three people in the courtyard dressed in Zhongshan, the father was dragged outside and beaten and could not stand up, the last person stood up and said something to my father, his father shook his head, and the man stood up and gave a thumbs up and stroked his neck.

The man standing on either side suddenly shot my father, and I watched the whole process of my father’s killing in the grass on the mountainside with my mouth in panic.

The men who killed my father and rushed to the house to rummage, as if looking for something, and finally set the house on fire and threw his father's body in it, and I don't know if the father had fulfilled the five ghosts and carried the coffin, and I became a homeless orphan.

I did not go back and run hard along the back hill, I did not know where, until late at night I stopped, I found the branches to make a fire, sitting by the fire shivering and afraid to cry.

The grease bag that had been holding in his arms fell to the ground, and I could not understand why my father was so nervous in the end, and opened it with a trembling hand, and found that it was wrapped in a mutilated scald note.

It is full of dense words, most of which I know, but I do not know what it means, the words are not smooth, as if it was written when you practice, and most of the pages seem to have been burned and mutilated.

But I am sure of my father's handwriting, because my father is left-handed, he wrote the words habitually tilted to the right, the contents of this note I can't understand at all, turn to the last page, something fell out.

I picked it up from the ground, which was a yellowed mutilated photograph, half of which was burned, and half of which I was surprised to see, smiling in a special military uniform, and a spirited father, a soldier with a smile on his front and next to him, all wearing a gas mask in white.

The background of the photo is very strange, the whole earth is black but shining green.

I saw the date in the lower right corner of the photo, May 14, 1965, am9:45.

Below the date there is a set of numbers that I did not understand at the time.

e41.43, n88.44

It was not until much later that I understood that my father had left in the notes, the contents of those words, but unfortunately the note was burned by me in the mountains according to my father's words, which made me realize later that I was regretful, and the words in the notes that I did not understand should be a diary written in an encrypted book.

I didn't expect my father to be a soldier, until I thought about it again and again, the strange set of numbers in the photo, only to find that it was a set of latitude and longitude coordinates, compared on the map to get a place name, I knew why my father wrote an encrypted diary.

Roboper.

In 1964, the Red Dynasty conducted a nuclear test in Lobo that shocked the world!

Who would have thought that a mountain man carrying a coffin for a dead man would have participated in the nuclear explosion experiment of the Red Dynasty in Lobo, but it was quite certain that my father was involved, even more confidential than the nuclear explosion test.

It wasn’t the biggest shock to me that it wasn’t to be that it was really weird for many years to realize that the picture was really weird.

I saw the date in the photo from a large page of news in an old newspaper.

At 10 a.m. on May 14, 1965, the Tu-16 bomber, which took off from an airport in Gansu, successfully conducted the first air-delivery nuclear explosion test on the 40° east latitude of 40° east longitude in the western region, and according to ground radar measurements, the atomic bomb exploded only 40 meters from the bullseye.

The latitude and longitude of the father and the soldiers in the photo are located in the target area, and the time of their photos is 9:45 am, and 15 minutes later they will encounter an atomic bomb that was dropped to an atomic bomb that exploded only 40 meters away from them.

No one can survive in the center of a nuclear explosion, and the enormous power of nuclear fission can destroy everything around it.

My father, who had been pulling me up, should have died in a nuclear explosion on May 14, 1965 and in the photo of the other soldiers!

I am a man raised by the dead...