Chapter 1 The Haze of Sentinel Ridge

Author: Kitten wants to become a fairy

Chapter 1 The Haze of Sentinel Ridge

The dog days of summer in Sentinel Ridge are always so tiring. The combination of hot weather and humidity in the mountains makes it seem like even the air has turned into a sticky, invisible quagmire.

On the mass grave in the back hill.

Chen Jing held a hoe hesitantly and looked at the name of his grandfather "Chen Bofu" on the white marble tombstone in front of him, his expression full of hesitation.

What he hesitated about was...

Do you want to follow your grandfather's instructions and dig up his grave?

Two days ago.

Chen Jing, who was working in the provincial capital, received a call from his grandfather. Before that, they had not contacted each other for a long time.

On the phone, the old man's voice sounded very strange.

There is also a slight current sound with poor signal in the stiffness.

"——Come back [*signal noise]——"

"——Go to the east of the back mountain [*signal noise] to dig up my grave——I left something for you——"

"—take it away—and [*increasing murmur]—"

The call was cut off at this point, and Chen Jing was confused.

Chen Jing knew very well what kind of person his grandfather was.

Old-fashioned and serious.

Hard and cold.

Like a piece of rusty iron.

The old man is not the kind of person who can joke, not to mention that Chen Jing has never seen him smile since he was a child.

Is it because you are old and your brain is not clear and you are talking nonsense?

Nor should it.

Chen Jing knew how strong the old man's body was.

It is no exaggeration to say that in Chen Jing's memory, the old man has never been sick, let alone Alzheimer's disease.

So after Chen Jing received the phone call, he immediately bought a ticket to go back.

"What's going on...why did you die suddenly..."

Chen Jing looked at the name on the tombstone with a complicated expression, feeling confused and a little sad.

Chen Jing's parents left before he was one month old.

The only relatives he remembers are his grandparents.

But grandpa is like a transparent person in Chen Jing's life. He has never cared about him since he was a child. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the most familiar stranger.

Chen Jing only felt the warmth of family from his grandma.

So after his grandma passed away, he left Sentinel Ridge and only came back to see the old man during the holidays.

"How much you hate my grandma... You obviously bought a place for a joint burial in the cemetery... I didn't expect you to be unwilling to go there even after you died..."

Thinking of everything in the past, the expression on Chen Jing's face became more complicated.

He hesitated again and again, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and then walked around to the side of the tomb with a hoe in hand.

Chen Jing finally decided to fulfill the old man's instructions, and Mou Zujin dug in with a hoe...

"Bang!"

Every time he dug the grave, Chen Jing used 100% of his strength.

Every time he swings the hoe, his eyes turn a little red.

Until finally the blackened urn was dug out.

Chen Jing's red eyes were filled with tears, but no sound came out of his mouth.

He knows.

From now on, he has no relatives in this world.

"It's quite acceptable to leave something for me in the tomb... It can't be the real estate certificate of the old house..."

The old man's urn is different from the common urn.

The style seems to have been chosen by him himself.

That kind of cold and black box without any patterns is exactly the same as the old man's temperament.

Chen Jing suspected that the box was the same as the old man.

They are all made of iron.

Affixed to the box is a piece of letter paper cut into a square, with seven large official characters carved on it.

"The stuff is inside, open it."

Chen Jingneng recognized that it was his grandfather's handwriting, so he just hesitated for a moment, and finally had the courage to hold his breath and open the urn...

The next second.

Chen Jing was stunned.

Because there were no ashes in the box as he imagined.

There is only one key.

A note.

And an old DV camera.

There was only one sentence on the note.

The handwriting is very hasty.

Even the last word was not finished, Chen Jing guessed it.

“Remember to watch the videos on the DV!”

At this moment, Chen Jing suddenly felt like he was playing a reasoning game. Instead of ashes, the urn contained these things...

Isn’t the old man dead??

Thinking of this, the sadness in Chen Jing's eyes instantly disappeared.

"What the hell is the old man doing..." Chen Jing muttered, picking up the camera from the iron box with a puzzled expression.

Want me to remember to watch the video on DV?

Chen Jing looked at the DV in his hand.

in his memory.

This camera has never been in my home.

But this machine is obviously not new. Even if the old man just bought it, it is probably second-hand. Even the LOGO sticker on it is blurred and white, and the "Lao Suojia" trademark can only be barely recognized.

"Buying second-hand goods also buys brand names... The old man wants to recharge his faith..."

Chen Jing carefully checked the DV. Fortunately, the operation of this machine, which was almost ten years behind the times, was not complicated. After simply turning it on, he began to search for the videos stored in the DV.

There is only one video stored in this camera.

After clicking play.

The screen appears on the flip display.

It should have been taken by the old man in his study room.

Because the camera is old and the pixels captured are not very clear, the entire video looks very blurry, which is basically a loss of image quality.

"By the time you see this video, I should have disappeared."

The skinny old man was sitting in front of his desk wearing a knitted jacket. His expression was as cold and stiff as ever, as if his whole body were made of pig iron. His dry and hoarse voice contained no emotion.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but I don't have much time. I don't have time to explain it to you. Listen carefully to every word I say..."

Chen Jing stood next to the grave bag with a video camera, frowning as he watched the video being played.

He didn't understand what the old man wanted to do and what the phrase "I should have disappeared" meant.

Missing?

still……

"Human civilization has come to an end...the end is coming soon..."

Hearing what the old man said, Chen Jing, who was holding a camera, couldn't help but be startled, and the worries in his heart were mostly diluted by these wild words.
To be continued...