When I was young, I lived alone with my grandfather and ran a shroud shop in the town. The profit was not significant, only enough to maintain our life.

In this shroud store, there is an old coffin in the corner, which has been placed there for many years.

That coffin, every once in a while, Grandpa will personally smear it with black paint, very carefully.

Over the years, when someone came to the store to buy coffins, Grandpa would customize it separately and never prepare to sell this old coffin to others.

I asked Grandpa why this coffin is so precious?

Grandpa smiled and said that the coffin was kept for himself. He also said that when he died, he must use mahogany nails when sealing, and must not use iron nails or the like.

I don't quite understand what grandpa said sometimes. It feels like a fable. After getting used to it, I didn't take this coffin thing to heart either.

Until that day...

It was the day at the end of July, the weather was hot, my grandfather went out to visit friends, and I stayed in the store myself. I lie p.r.o.ne on the gla.s.s counter, enjoying the fans and playing with my cell phone, and I am lazy and unable to lift my spirits.

Near noon, a light cough came from outside the store. I looked up lazily and saw the scene outside the store. I suddenly stumbled.

Outside the shroud store, a person is standing.

An old woman, looking like a 70-year-old, a little hunchback, holding a black umbrella, standing there quietly.

The reason why I was shocked was because of the old woman's clothes.

On a hot day, she was dressed in long trousers and jacket and wrapped up all over. This is clearly a dress-up for autumn and winter. It makes people feel hot even taking a glance at it.

There are many wrinkles on her face, like old bark. Patches of senile plaque appeared on her face, a little scary.

When I looked at her awkwardly, the old woman grinned, and the smile made me feel inexplicably chilling.

"Can I go in?"

The old woman's voice was hoa.r.s.e and cold.

I blinked and felt strange in my heart.

The gate is open, and you can enter it if you want. why do you ask me?

I hurried to get up, with a professional smile on my face, said: "Please come in, what do you want to buy?"

The old woman did not respond to me, walked into the shroud store with a black umbrella, slowly paced in the store, wandered around and looked around.

It doesn't feel like buying something!

In addition, when the old woman walked into the store, I smelled a strange smell.

It was a rotten smell, a bit like the old man's peculiar mutton smell, stronger than that, very smelly.

I frowned slightly and looked at the old woman, and whispered again, "What do you need?"

The old woman still ignored me. She came to the old black coffin in the corner of the shroud shop, stretched out her skinny hand and gently rubbed on the coffin.

"How about this coffin?"

Hearing the old woman's hoa.r.s.e voice, I paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "Oh, that coffin is not for sale, if you want, we can customize it, thick and thin ..."

"Don't sell it and still put it here?"The old woman interrupted me directly and looked at me with squinting eyes. The smile on her face seemed to be more gloomy. She said, "Fifty thousand if you agree, trade now, how about it?"

When she said this, my heart thumped, and I looked at her eyes warily.

Basically, I can confirm that this old woman is definitely a mentally ill person. She wrapped herself up tightly on a hot day and bought a coffin for 50,000 yuan. It was not a mental illness but What?

Even if she really has 50,000 yuan on her body, I dare not ask for it. First, I am not to be provoked by mental illness. Second, this coffin cannot be sold. If I really dare to sell it, grandpa will beat me to death if he comes back, depending on grandpa's preference for this coffin.

I coughed, accompanied by a smile, and said cautiously: "I'm really sorry, this coffin is not for sale. If you want to buy the finished coffin now, you can go to other shops and see. The fifth one on the right is also a shroud shop. That one also has ready-made coffins ..."

"Forget it, I won't buy it!"The old woman interrupted me directly and looked at me. She smiled and said, "What is your name?"

"Yeah?"I paused for a moment, looked at her and said warily, "why? If you don't buy anything, please..."

"Meng Ganzhen is your grandfather, right!"She interrupted me again.

Before I could respond, her sharp fingernails scratched a thin mark on the coffin. The friction between her fingernails and the coffin lid made a hair-raising sound.

It felt like the teacher scribbled on the blackboard with chalk at school, which made people uncomfortable.

The old woman is intended to make trouble!

I frowned and looked at her, and said impatiently: "What do you want?"

The old woman smiled and looked at the black coffin. The skinny fingers gently knocked on the coffin twice. The tone was a little weird and softly said: "This coffin is what he prepared for himself! Okay, good."

With that, she also ignored me and went straight to the outside of the store.

When she walked out of the store door and propped up the handle Black Umbrella, she gave a slight meal in her steps, turned around and gave me a somewhat strange smile and said, "By the way, the 15th of the July lunar month is a good day. The old woman gonna propose to you about the marriage, so let's do it on that day. Go back and talk to your grandfather and let him prepare! "

Before I responded, the old woman took the black umbrella and quickly left.

Looking at the back of her departure, I snorted, "Psycopath!"

I have already determined that this old woman is mentally ill, and she is inexplicably insane. I have not put her words in my heart.

Until the evening, Grandpa came back, drunk. Grandfather and grandson chatted for a while, simply prepared some supper, and went upstairs to sleep.

Our shop is a two-story building, downstairs is the shroud shop, upstairs is the residence of my grandfather and me, two rooms and one hall, more than 40 square meters.

In the middle of the night, I threw my cell phone aside and was preparing to sleep, then I heard a little noise.

"Dong-"

The sound was a bit dull. I didn't care about it at the beginning, but when the sound rang several times in a row, I didn't feel right.

This voice was not from the grandfather's room but from the downstairs.

Thief?

I rolled over and got out of bed, picked up the small wooden stool in the room, opened the door lightly and barely, didn't call Grandpa. After all, he was old and cannot afford being scared.

Without turning on the lights, I clung to the wooden bench and went downstairs gently. I was very nervous.

Although I didn't turn on the lights, I could still see the scenes in the shroud shop downstairs with the moonlight from the window.

No One!

The doors and windows are intact and tightly closed.

I breathed a sigh of relief, turned on the light, smiled helplessly, and laughed at myself with nervousness.

Even if there are thieves, they will not come to steal the shroud store!

When I was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, my eyes glanced at the coffin in the corner and suddenly stopped.

That coffin, at this time the coffin cover was slightly offset, it was conspicuous.

The heart that I just had loosened was brought up again, staring at the coffin, the eyes twitching, and the small wooden bench in my hand tightened.

The coffin was still well before going to bed at night, and it was obvious that someone had moved the coffin.

The doors and windows are tightly closed, how is the coffin cover offset?

When I raised this question in my heart and even had some panic, I suddenly heard a slight footstep behind me, which scared me.

I hurriedly turned around and saw that it was Grandpa, I was relieved.

Grandpa's face was a bit sour at this time, his eyes staring at the coffin, and he ignored me and strode to the black coffin.

Going to the coffin and looking at the offset coffin cover, Grandpa's face was even sourer.

"Zi Chen, did someone touch this coffin during the day?" Grandpa looked at me and said in a deep tone.