C3

There were three neat circular marks on my right wrist. The only difference was that my skin was darker than the rest, arranged in a triangle. The larger one was the size of a cherry while the smaller two were about the same size as a pomegranate.

I asked my mother about it, and she said I was born with it.

"Why do you ask?" I looked at the old man warily. Am I not my mother's biological son?

"Are you born in the same year, the same month, and the same day?" the old man asked when I wouldn't answer him.

"Who needs a year, and what's more, a month?" I was confused.

"Oh, I ask you, were you born on October 9, 1982?" The old man realized that I didn't understand the calculation and arrangement of the calendar.

"I... I'm in '82. What's the matter with you? "If you have something to say, please say it!" I was getting impatient.

"October 9th?" "Then is the mark on your wrist not a birthmark?" The old man's eyes began to shine when I finished, and he asked me again what I hadn't answered.

"Right... Are you busy? I'm still waiting to go home and eat dinner! " I was beginning to believe my initial judgment, and I was thinking about how to put it at home and ask my mother if I was really hers.

"True... It's really you! Hehe, I finally found it. "The twenty-eight nights are not bad at all …" After hearing my answer, the old man was a little excited. He happily pulled me to look and continuously chanted.

"You... If there's nothing else, I'll be going! " All I could think about was how to get home and get my mother to say something.

Seeing that I was about to struggle free of him, the old man didn't stop me. He confidently loosened his grip on my hand and said, "How about this, come and find me tomorrow night at 10 o'clock. I have something to ask you again. You know where I live. "

Who are you? You still want to tell me something? Besides, you want me to go to the morgue at ten o'clock at night? I'm so full that I'm full!

The old man must have seen the disdain in my eyes. He didn't seem to worry that I wouldn't come. He turned around and walked away, saying, "Do you want to know why you dream of a smoking coffin in your bedroom? Come tomorrow night and I'll tell you, it's very important to you. "

I was even more confused. I only told Liu Yunlong about the coffin in my dreams.

After thinking about it, I only told Liu Liu Yunlong that I dreamt of the coffin. As for whether the coffin was still in the living room or not, I didn't tell him that there was smoke coming out of it. How did the old man know?

When I tried to ask the old man, he was gone. He had no choice but to head home with a belly full of question marks.

The next day I studied at home, wondering how the old man knew about my dream. At 9: 30 in the evening, I couldn't hold it in any longer. If I didn't find out what was going on with the old man, I wouldn't be able to study in peace for more than twenty days.

But going to the morgue at this point was a real panic. I called Liu Yunlong and invited him out to eat something. Even if he wanted to ask the old man, he would drag him along with him. Didn't he like going to the morgue? I'll let him in this time.

Liu Yunlong and I are very close, my home is to the west of Municipal Hospital, and his house is to the east of Municipal Hospital.

We met in front of Municipal Hospital ten minutes later and bought two ice popsicles. As we ate, we walked towards the Municipal Hospital and chatted about the topic of our graduation along the way.

As I spoke, I walked to the back door of Municipal Hospital and stood in front of the courtyard of the morgue. The mind is making a final struggle: to enter, or not to enter?

When Liu Yunlong saw me staring at the morgue, he realized that something was wrong. Haven't you seen enough that day? Are you planning to steal a body and continue watching it when you get home tonight? "

"Accompany me to meet someone." I stared at him, my eyes full of compulsion.

"Holy sh * t!" A living corpse? I say, why are you so kind? Why are you inviting me out so late at night to eat ice popsicles? No, he wouldn't go even if he was beaten to death! If you don't want to die, then don't go! "

"Not into the mortuary. is the old man who accompanied me to the morgue. You see, he lives in the bungalow beside the morgue. " I lured him further.

"Then we still won't go! What for? You want to get scolded? " Liu Yunlong's position was firm.

I had no choice but to say, "How about this, I'll go in and have a chat with the old man. Wait for me outside for a while. If I call for you, remember to go in and help me!"

"Fuck, fighting?" "This guy is interested." He's only a sixty to seventy year old old man, and yet you have the heart to go and attack him? " Liu Yunlong looked at me with a face full of contempt.

"Did I say I was going to hit him? I'm just trying to be safe, just in case! "You just wait here for me. If I don't come out in five minutes, you can call for me from outside." I don't care if he likes it or not, I said, and went to the bungalow on the north side of the morgue.

When I walked to the door of the hut, I heard footsteps coming from behind me. Without looking, I knew that Liu Yunlong had caught up.

"Forget it, I'll just follow you. If there's anything you need help with, you can help out." This fellow's words are quite loyal. In fact, I left him alone at the entrance of the dark morgue for a while. He would rather follow me, or at least there are people at the side.

Pushing open the wooden door of the bungalow, we entered. The room was clean, completely different from what I'd expected. It was a rectangular room with a bed on the left, an old-fashioned large cabinet, and a stove on the right.

There was a square table near the wall in the middle of the room, and on it was a deity I could not name. This deity was dressed in a white robe with a plum blossom painted on the corner of his robe, and he was tall and slender. His hands were behind his back, and he was stepping on a cloud.

In front of the statue, three sandalwood sticks were inserted into the incense burner. There were two master chairs on either side of the table. The strange old man was sitting in an armchair on the left. Laughing, he looked at us.

What struck us most of all was that it was the middle of June, and it was hot, and the old man was wearing a new long-sleeved jacket in the style of the Tang Dynasty, with a yaksha embroidered with fangs on the front, staring at us.

"You're here." The old man greeted him.

"Since you're here, I'll have to trouble you to follow my rules. Come in and greet our Night Master. Three bows are enough." The old man continued, seeing that we were silent.

We looked at each other, a little dazed, and bade each other farewell, without missing a piece of flesh, and made three neat bows.

"Heh heh, good. Child, help me bring the tea on the stove." the old man said to me.

What was this? It seemed that this old man had called us over for fun in the middle of the night, bowing and pouring tea.

I went to the stove and saw at once that the old man had asked me to serve him a cup. I took the cup and handed it to the old man.

"Haha, good!" "That's right!" The old man took it and finished it in one gulp.

"If you have any questions, feel free to ask!" The old man noticed our impatience and took the initiative to ask.

"…" I was a little depressed. Don't you know what I want to ask?

"About dreams, right?" "When the old man saw that I was silent, he began to answer his own question." The coffin you dream of is called the Soul Corroding Gold Coffin. Don't worry, it's not scary. As the saying goes, it is a good thing to dream that the coffin will rise to the rank of official and make a fortune. It's just that this Gold Coffin is different from other coffins, it doesn't contain dead people, it contains your things, your abilities and responsibilities. "

"Then how on earth did you know I would have this dream?" From the moment I entered the house until now, I could not help but ask the first and most important question.

"Haha …" The elder smiled mysteriously as he pulled up his right sleeve. "Look!"