C3 Mysterious Visitor

Every time Eldest Uncle drinks a lot of alcohol, he tells me this story. Ever since I was young, I have heard it hundreds of times.

But every time he told the story, his usually carefree uncle was surprisingly serious, as if every sentence, every detail, had been weighed over and over again.

The Brother Wang in the story was his first uncle's Great Grandpa, and his first uncle's first cousin.

Whether it's from the outside or the outside, he has never stopped investigating his great-grandfather and Tianlun Platform. He has followed his first uncle since childhood, and after hearing his words and teachings, more than ten years ago, I was filled with curiosity about the truth behind the events that transpired a hundred years ago. I had thoughts about the word "Tianlun Platform" that were carved into the coffin.

The two of them had been dead for a long time, but they appeared before everyone's eyes. The Lao Zhao carried the coffin with him, while Deng Meng fought with us over it. The coffin that the Lao Zhao was in had the words "Tianlun Platform" carved into it, and the tattoo on Deng Meng's body was exactly these three words.

Lao Zhao, Deng Meng, Tianlun Platform...

All these years, I have asked many people about Tianlun Platform's bounty of high points on Baidu, but no one knows what it is. Is it a place? Or something else?

Roulette I know, "Roulette east gate to send the king, go when snow is all over the mountain road", "rigid lying lonely village do not mourn, Shang Si for the national Roulou Roulette", "Roulette city head night blowing horn, Roulette city north head down", the ancient poem has a lot of description about Roulette, Roulette county is a small county city in the south foot of Xinjiang today, but my uncle's Great Grandpa was in the capital city, separated by thousands of miles, do not know if there is any connection between the two places.

My name is Jian Nanshan, and I have the word "unlucky" written in the same accent as "pick up". Since I was young, the teachers and driving school instructors have always called me Sai Nanshan. I am very unhappy about this point, although my surname is not many, but my hometown's village has more than a hundred people with the same surname as me.

First uncle told me that my fate was too hard, that I couldn't live with my parents. All these years when I went home, I only stayed at home for three to five days.

I once asked my uncle if he would take my life, but he said he wouldn't. He told me not to have any psychological burdens.

His first uncle's name was Wang Fuquan, and in his early years as a businessman, he had made a lot of money. Afterwards, he had started to work disinterestedly, immersed himself in the studies of Buddhism, and was even obsessed with antiques, buying a lot of antiques. Most of them were counterfeits, and his business was in vain.

When I was five years old, I lived with my first uncle. At that time, my first uncle had just gotten divorced, and my first aunt and first cousin, who was two years younger than me, went abroad.

First uncle was indeed rich. After all these years of struggling, he had never found a job, never reorganized his family, still drank good wine, ate good meat, and spent all his money. He guarded a house full of fakes that cost a lot.

My mother said that my uncle's savings were over eight figures, and that he could handle all the hassle.

His first uncle was very dissatisfied with his name, Wang Fuquan. He felt that his name was too vulgar, and did not match his temperament, so he changed it to "Heeming" and often called himself "Mr Heeming". He also made me call him Heeming in front of outsiders, not to call him his first uncle or Wang Fuquan.

First uncle had been immersed in the knowledge of Wind and Water, and had profound knowledge for many years. Zhou Yi had a lot of experience, and was very capable. He only calculated my fate once, saying that my fate was too hard, and he never calculated my fate again.

By the time he returned home, it was already almost 12. Standing at the door, his first uncle looked at the brightly lit room and said softly: "Nanshan, did you turn off the lights when we left?"

I nodded. Uncle did turn off the lights when we were taken away by the police, but now the lights were on. Someone was coming!

His first uncle had five copper coins in his hands at some point in time, I know that this is called Five-Emperor Money, they are Shunzhi Tongbao, Kangxi Tongbao, Yongzheng Tongbao, Qianlong Tongbao and Jiaqing Tongbao.

With a wave of his hand, the Five-Emperor Money flew out of his hand and disappeared into the wall. Then, with a look of puzzlement on his face, he opened the door.

When he opened the door, he saw a young man sitting on the sofa. On the tea table in front of the young man was a row of Five-Emperor Money s. This young man gave me a very special feeling. Even though he had a childish face, his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.

The young man stood up. Although he was wearing ordinary clothes, it was only a black short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, but he was handsome and handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were quite lively, and he had an extraordinary temperament, and he was very tall and slightly thin. I was 1.8 meters tall, a little shorter than him.

What an elegant Brother Xiaoshuai.

Moreover, this person has a unique aura that I am completely unable to see through.

Looking at his age, the young man should be younger than me, but the vicissitudes of life in his eyes were even deeper than that of my uncle's. His uncle said somewhat unhappily, "Who are you, to come uninvited in the middle of the night?"

The young man smiled, and retorted: "You are Wang Fuquan? You know how to tell your fortune? "

First Uncle nodded and said, "I am Mr Heeming, I do not really use the name Wang Fuquan, what do you want me to call you?"

There had been many people who had sought fortune from their first uncle over the years, whether they were wealthy or wealthy. The young man before them might have an influential background, and he couldn't be rash.

Young man: "Who is my biological father?"

"Alright, what's your name? Birthday? Also, my fortune telling price isn't low. I wonder how much money you have prepared?"

Young man: "I don't have any money."

"If you don't have any money, you can just call it a ball. Leaving me in the middle of the night?"

Ignoring the fact that his uncle was accurate in his fortune telling, at least his uncle was very proud of his culinary skills. Usually, when one sought out his uncle for fortune telling, the price would not be low.

Young man: "Although I don't have money, but I know some things that should be very important to you."

"What is it?"

"Tianlun Platform."

When the young man spoke of Tianlun Platform, my first uncle and I simultaneously realized that this kid was not simple, because there were many people I had asked before who had heard of the term "Tianlun Platform". As a young man, he actually knew about the Tianlun Platform, which was closely related to the disappearance of my first uncle's Great Grandpa. Also, the dead Deng Meng tonight also has the word "Tianlun Platform" tattooed on his body. I suspect that this young man is the murderer of Deng Meng.

"Is that true?" Eldest Uncle asked the young man.

"Of course. The Tianlun Platform is an organization." The young man spoke with confidence, and I felt that his words were convincing, probably because of his temperament. Some people would lie even if they spoke the truth, and I would rather believe some people if they lied.

"What kind of organization?"

"Help me calculate my fate first. If you are right, I will tell you more information about Tianlun Platform."

"It's a deal, kid. If you play any tricks, I guarantee you won't be able to get out of this door. Tell me your name and birth date."

The young man nodded and said: "My name is Tang Shituo, and I was born on the sixth child of the sixth month of the Year of the Golden Monkey."

[August 1st, Tang Shituo's Life Countdown: 100 Days]

I have some doubts. Although I haven't studied Life Arts, I still know about the Year of the Monkey. It's 2016. Last year.

The year before that, 61 years ago, in 1956, there was a cycle of reincarnation every 60 years.

This brat looked to be in his early twenties, and was quite handsome. However, the eight words that he said couldn't match his appearance, and neither could it be considered a one-year old child nor an old man in flowery armor. I asked: "Tang, how old are you?"

Tang Shituo shook his head and said: "Age has no meaning to me."

I started to suspect, why did Tang Shituo say that age doesn't mean anything to him? What do you mean, take good care of yourself?

First Uncle had already started calculating. After a few minutes, he said with an expression of disbelief, "I never thought that the Child Life would actually exist."

Tang Shituo slightly nodded, indicating his first uncle to continue.

"Kid, you have no biological father, so your soul is very special."

I know that I do not have a biological father. When my mother was still alive, she once told me about my origins. She said that someone gave her a cloth doll with a soul sealed inside. She took care of the cloth doll day and night, treating it as a real baby.

"Damn, Tang, is what you said true?"

It's hard to understand how a cloth doll could have a soul, and become a human. I went over and pinched Tang Shituo's face, it looked no different from a normal person's face.

Even though I had followed my first uncle for twenty years and knew that some unimaginable things truly existed, I was completely unable to accept Tang Shituo's narration. How was this possible?

First uncle said, "What he said is true, Child Life Tang Shituo, sigh..."

"Uncle, what are you sighing for?"

"How many times have I said it? Call me Heeming. Tang doesn't have much time left."

"What do you mean?"

"The day of an ordinary person in the Child Life is his year. It looks like he won't last more than a hundred days."

What? This handsome young man in front of him actually lived for a year every day. Judging from his age, he had only lived for more than 20 days? That's not right, it's the 31st of July in the year 2017, Tang Shituo's birthday is on the 6th of June, he has already lived for more than a year?

It's been more than a year, and according to my first uncle's words, it should be Tang Shituo who's almost four hundred years old?

Isn't that a contradiction? Even a person who had lived for a long time would only live for at least a hundred years. Besides the legendary Patriarch Peng who had lived for eight hundred years, no one had ever lived for four or five hundred years.