I took a deep breath, took out my phone and looked at it, but found that there was no text message, and it was the last New Year's greeting, which was in the text message column.

I was stunned for a moment, and the fat man chased him out. He asked, "What's wrong? You'll scare you to this end if you do it together. You're so naive."

"Is it my third uncle?" I asked him, "Please take a closer look for me."

The fat man knew that I was not joking when he saw my expression. His face also sank. He patted me on the shoulder and went back to the room. I looked at my phone again and found that there was no text message, and I was surprised.

The windows of the ruins had rotted and a hole collapsed. The sun was bright outside. The light shining into the room formed bright rectangles, but the place we were in was very cold, and a large number of filing cabinets blocked the light from here. I looked around the space. The text message sound just now should not be auditory hallucinations, and it must have been emitted nearby. But I looked around and there was no one or anything suspicious.

I had no confidence in my mental state, and gradually began to wonder if I was too nervous. A few minutes later, the fat man shouted in the room: "Natural, does your third uncle have another name, called Yang Daguang?"

I said, "I haven't heard of it."

"Then I think it's not your third uncle." He shouted.

When I walked back, I saw him take out an old ID card from the corpse's pants pocket and was lying on his mobile phone. I saw that the name of the ID card was indeed Yang Daguang, born in 1948, from Luoyang.

This ID card and other stacks of things are tied into a pocket with rubber bands, with plastic bags on the outside, and a library card, work certificate, and a series of documents inside. In addition to being yellow and tide-like, they are all well preserved.

The fat man took out the photo above and it was not like Uncle San at all. It was somewhat similar to the face of the corpse. This person should be Yang Daguang undoubtedly.

The fat man patted me and looked at me on his forehead: "The old fox is not that easy to die. Don't fucking think about it."

I breathed a sigh of relief, my legs were weak and I couldn't stand anymore. I was trying to calm down. Jin Wantang said on the side: "Mr. Three Master, you look down on me too much. If the Third Master's immortal seed is here, can I not recognize it?"

After taking a few deep breaths, all my senses finally returned to normal. I began to smell the strong musty smell and stench. I patted my face and looked down at the jacket on the mummy. This jacket looked so much like Uncle San's. I don't believe it was a coincidence.

Soon I discovered that the jacket was not worn on the corpse, but on the corpse. The fat man coughed at this time, and I realized that he had not finished talking about it.

I looked at him and said, "Don't be happy too early. Although this person is not your third uncle, he may be your third uncle's boyfriend." He said that, and he handed me a photo.

This old photo should have just been found from the pile of documents. It was moldy and wrinkled. Three people were photographed on it, wearing engineering hats from the 1980s, carrying big bags in the deep mountains, working as a worker who built the beautiful mountains of the motherland. The photo was colorful, and the people inside were one of the third uncle and the other was Yang Daguang. The two people stood side by side, holding hands, and there was another person walking far behind, which was Chen Wenjin.

The fat man said, "This photo is stuck in his work permit. You said that a man's family would have a photo with your third uncle in his work permit. Is there any problem?"

"He likes Chen Wenjin." I said. Although Yang Daguang's face was facing the camera in the photo, his body was completely inclined toward Chen Wenjin's direction. He held hands with Uncle San, and Uncle San was holding him tightly. Yang Daguang's fingers were not closed. This photo was taken by Uncle San, and all his thoughts were on Chen Wenjin's body. "What is this person doing?"

The fat man handed me a work permit, and the position written on it was an archives employee. I looked at this photo and this work permit. Uncle San could not take Chen Wenjin to play with the person in charge of the archives in the wild. There was no logic. This person must have an identity that we don’t know. Judging from Uncle San’s condition, they are quite good friends. Uncle San has few friends, and even ordinary friends will not go into the mountains together.

This jacket was put on by Uncle San after this person died. Uncle San should have been here and found that his friend was dead and put on his clothes on the body.

Did the third uncle lead me here to ask me to collect the body of his friend? In addition, how could his friend die in a secret room?

While continuing to search in the communication room, the fat man said to me: "This old man must have died of some disease. This secret room is where he hides. People in the weather station may not know that he died here. Look at his big mouth, it must be a strange thing to hide in such a place to make trouble. Hurry up and look for it."

The things were turned out one by one. I was very patient but quickly looked at them. They were all meal tickets, newspaper waste paper, and many weather files. To be honest, I couldn't understand the icons and data at all. Most of them were moldy and crippled when they touched. The fat man slapped on the ground and went to see the furniture underneath.

I also squatted down and saw a bunch of shoe boxes under the bed, all of which were leather shoe boxes from the 1990s, wrapped in plastic bags. The fat man lay down, took out a few, opened the box, and prayed while dismantling it: "It's all the land deeds, all the land deeds." When he opened it, he found that the shoe box was the kind of tape I used to listen to music before.

The fat man and I looked at each other in front of each other. The fat man took out a plate and looked at it. There was a note on the tape, which read "Amazing Dream in the Garden", which was Yu Zhenfei's recording version.

"Kunqu? Is the old man a fan?" The fat man was stunned for a moment.

We took out all the shoe boxes under the bed, took them apart, and found that they were all tapes and various operas. I was even more confused.

The fat man looked through all the other places and found nothing. We went out of the communication room to take a breath. Jin Wantang wiped the sweat from his head and handed me a cigarette and said that he didn't lie to me. This place was evil and advised me to take action quickly and share the money when I made money, because Uncle San owed him too long, it was considered an investment but not a loan.

I looked at the tape and ignored him. Jin Wantang must have wanted to swallow the ground, but it doesn't make sense to bother with him now. We grabbed each other too many handles, and there was no way to deal with the land. There was no need to rush to deal with this piece of land. The point is, why did Uncle San ask me to find this Yang Daguang, and why did I find these tapes? Is it really an opera inside?

I asked the fat man to deal with Jin Wantang, got into the car and went shopping on Tangzi Street to buy the cassette player from the past. This thing is not easy to find, but finally there is a special shop to understand this. In the evening, I brought a human flesh from Suzhou. I plugged it in the hotel and put a tape in it.

There was about 30 seconds of blank space, and then a series of strange sounds came from the player, as if the drums were beating and someone's moan. These sounds were intermittent, accompanied by a lot of white noise.

I once thought that the player was broken or the tape was demagnetized. After taking pictures several times, the tape was still turning. After changing several disks, the same sound was the same. I felt a little depressed, but I always felt something was wrong. After listening carefully for more than a dozen disks, I suddenly realized what I heard.

It turned out to be thunder.
Chapter completed!