C1 India's Adventures

My grandfather, who died in India some time ago, could not be brought home for various reasons, so our family had to go to India to mourn.

At that time, I was in my senior year of college, dealing with everything else, so I went with my parents and uncle to a densely populated city in India called Baroda.

After he finished taking care of his grandfather's matters at the Baroda, he stayed for a few days.

Second Uncle had been doing business at Baroda for more than ten years, his grandfather had always been by his side helping, the father and son were like friends.

This time, his grandfather's death was a huge blow to the Second Uncle.

During the conversation, Second Uncle revealed that he intentionally wanted me to stay behind and help him manage his business so that we could get rich together.

But I had my own life plan, and since he didn't say so, I didn't answer him directly.

The Second Uncle was very rich, you could tell from the house that there was a beautiful Indian Second Aunt in the big villa on the third floor.

However, the interior layout of this villa in India is not the same as in China. The interior structure of the house is a bit like our Chinese apartment, one side after the other.

Second Uncle specifically told me to stay on the first and second floor, but not the third floor.

Although I know that the Second Uncle is doing business in India, he can't really say what it is.

One night when I went to the bathroom, the door wouldn't budge, I thought someone was using it, so I sat on the sofa and waited. No one came out for a long time, so I made sure that no one was inside and went to open the door again.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a small Indian boy sitting on the toilet. He looked to be about five or six years old.

I have never seen this little boy, and have never heard of a child in the Second Uncle.

Before I could react, the little boy jumped up from the toilet and slipped away from me.

I turned and hurried out of the bathroom, wanting to ask him where he was going.

Because of the dim light in the bathroom, I couldn't see him clearly. When I saw him in the living room, I noticed that the boy's face was yellow and he looked unhealthy.

The strangest thing was that the little boy had something stuck in his mouth, so he couldn't quite tell what it was.

When I asked him who he was, he shook his head at me with wide eyes and ran away.

It was then that I realized that I was in India, and that I must not have understood him when I spoke to him in Chinese.

It seems that these past few years of studying in universities have really made me stupid. I laugh at myself before going back to sleep after going to the toilet.

That night, I had a nightmare. In the darkness of the house, hanging from the ceiling, a little Indian boy in red clothes was staring at me with his eyes wide open. He immediately woke up and began to sweat profusely.

I always felt that there was something strange about Second Uncle's place, that we couldn't sleep well for the past two nights, so I told my father that we should go back earlier since we still had things to do at school.

After staying at Baroda for another two days, he went to the local market and bought some Indian milk tea, Indian flapjacks and other specialties, preparing to bring them back to his classmates for share.

Honestly speaking, although this is my first time going abroad, I don't have a good impression of this place. The atmosphere here is unaccustomed to others.

Most importantly, I feel that everyone here is looking at me strangely and with hostility. This is what makes me feel depressed and disgusted the most.

On the night before we were determined to return, Second Uncle and I went out for social meetups. My parents and I packed our bags and flew back home tomorrow night.

At this moment, I received a call from the Second Uncle. He seemed very anxious, saying that he might not be able to come back tonight, and that there was a small bottle of water in the hall cabinet on the third floor. He told me to deliver it to a place tomorrow morning, and that he would send his address and contact information to me on his WeChat later.

However, Second Uncle once again reminded him not to go to the other rooms after he went to the third floor.

This is the second time Second Uncle has reminded me. Honestly speaking, I am not feeling well, is he using me as a thief or something?

It looks like it's a wise choice for me not to stay and help him manage his business.

After I went up to the third floor, I saw that the living room was very large, even larger than the ones on the first floor.

The cupboard was located against the wall near the staircase. It had a total of three levels, and there were all kinds of strange and bizarre objects. It looked like an antique, but he did not know what they were.

Very quickly, I saw what Second Uncle wanted on the top level — — a small bottle the size of a palm, containing a transparent liquid.

My first thought was "Divine Oil," because it was so famous.

I laughed in my heart. So Second Uncle is doing this kind of business, no wonder he didn't tell me.

I think that this bottle of God's Ointment must be sent to the customer, but he had something on his mind, so he asked me to send it over. Doing business requires honesty, yes, it should be like that.

He took out a small bottle from the cabinet and placed it in his pocket. Then, he heard a strange sound coming from the corridor beside him.

Due to the dim lighting, only one or two lamps similar to oil lamps hung on the wall, so he could not see clearly.

But I could faintly sense that there was some light coming through the crack in the door in the nearest room, and that was where the sound came from.

I was a little scared. After all, the feeling I got from this place was that it was oppressive and evil, so I wanted to turn around and leave.

But then again, my parents and uncle are the only ones at home, there can't be anyone else. Second Uncle has repeatedly reminded me not to go to the third floor. Is it possible that there's something valuable on the third floor that a thief wants to take care of?

Thinking of this, I decided to go over and take a look.

When I reached the door, I listened through the crack in the door.

When I was sure it was a burglar, I broke in.

But when I entered the room, the scene before me made all the hairs on my body stand up.

He saw a little boy covered in blood, chewing on something made of metal. With a "ga beng" sound, he bit off the metal, causing an unknown liquid to flow out …

Actually, what I was most afraid of wasn't this, but a shrine by the side that was densely packed with bottles and jars, filled with all kinds of baby corpses …

The little boy held the half-eaten metal object in one hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a strange smile as he said to me, "Ga ma!"

I was so scared that I didn't even dare to look back as I slammed the door and walked out!

When I reached the second floor, I calmed down for a long time. Then I went back to the first floor and pretended that nothing had happened.

I kept thinking in my heart about what exactly was Second Uncle doing, and why were there so many children's corpses in the family.

I have seen the shrine where the jars were kept. In the ancestral shrine of our village, the shrine was used to display ancestral tablets, and it was shaped in the shape of a staircase, like a miniature stadium stand.

I don't dare to think about anything else. After I deliver my things tomorrow, I'll leave this damn place with my parents at night.

I did not sleep well that night and kept the light on until dawn.

Early in the morning, I took a bus from Baroda to another place called "Baruch".

It was a busy place, but the place where I met the man was filthy, full of garbage and stench.

I was met by a thin, middle-aged Indian man with a hostile, uncomfortable look in his eyes.

His name was "Samit", and he chattered a lot of Hindi I couldn't understand, making it impossible for us to communicate.

At last I tried to communicate in English, and sure enough, he answered me in English, and I realized that he had been asking me what my name was and who had given it to me.

I told him that my name is Zhang Yang and I am here to deliver a gift to you, as requested by my Second Uncle, Zhang Dong Qing.

I handed him the bottle.

He glanced at it, put it away, and turned to me, meaning to let me go with him.

After walking a few hundred meters, I came to a shabby house and opened the door for me.

The room smelled foul and dirty, and I was too embarrassed to look disgusted to do anything about it.

He went into the back room, took out a wad of money, nodded to me, and said, Count it.

I thought, I don't know anything about hammers except Grandpa Mao, so I said enough and put the money in my pocket.

Samit asked me a few more questions that I couldn't understand at all, so I couldn't finish narrating them here.

Although I didn't understand, I still agreed. I didn't care what you were thinking, I don't care, after I return to the country today, I won't come back to this place for the rest of my life.

Thus, after exchanging a few pleasantries, I quickly left.

That night, the Second Uncle came back in a hurry and drove us to the airport in his Land Rover. Before we left, he gave me something to put around my neck.

I picked it up and looked at it. It was an ornament, square in shape, like silver, and when I looked at it closely, I saw that it was a cage with a naked child sitting inside. A silver chain was stuck out of its forehead, which was used for hanging around its neck.

I ask Second Uncle what is this? Second Uncle only smiled and said two words: Safe and sound.