Secret Track

Chapter 1 Old Sha I actually wrote this story last year, or understood it to have been conceived. Before I write this story out, I want to express a meaning, the world has a special ability of people, from the absolute number, there are many. But when viewed from the base of billions of people, the proportion is small, so small that there is no possibility of meeting each other. But in fact things are just the opposite, people with special abilities, and often run into each other. Maybe it's because people with special abilities are concerned about all kinds of special events in the world at the same time, so this kind of bizarre events that bring them all together. For example, several characters in Zhen's story are linked by a tiger talisman inside the secret passage of the Feng Shui tomb of Guixin. One of the important characters named Lao Sha, who in turn met me in the Three Gorges because of a misadventure. I once worked as a security guard in a shopping mall in Sanxia for three years, and most of the time was spent on night watch for a building that had not yet been completed. I had just graduated from school, a chemical engineering student, and found that I could not find a workplace that could accommodate me because of the huge changes in the social environment. After a year of inactivity at home, my family gave me two job options: the first was to go to the Three Gorges and work as a security guard in a shopping mall; the second was to become an apprentice car mechanic. I chose the first one. The reason is simple, do security guards have four hundred dollars a month salary, but repair cars as an apprentice, only food. Another reason is that I myself am studying engineering, I don't want a car owner to ask me what my degree is, and then I embarrassingly tell him that I am a college student studying engineering and now pounding out car parts. This will make my self-esteem hurt ...... do security and their own professional farther, so relatively feel at peace with some. The facts proved my short-sightedness, when another technical school student, smaller than me, took my place as an apprentice, and two years ago, I heard that he was earning seven thousand dollars a month to repair cars. After doing security, I wore a blue security uniform similar to a police uniform every day, carrying a baton, and handcuffs - really handcuffs, at that time the security industry did not have sound industry norms. Security was a very boring job, and when we worked the evening shift, we basically chatted with our colleagues in the duty room for two hours, and then made a trip throughout the building on patrol. Each person was responsible for half of the area, in the dark, with a flashlight to check. Security guards live most of the time in the dark, facing many circumstances that ordinary people ignore or even simply do not realize. There are many, many privacy and secrets that normal people see in the eyes of the security guards. Do you know why the proportion of criminal offences committed by security guards is increasing? This is the reason, because security guards see a different world that you can not even imagine. And security guards will know more about the privacy and secrets of the owners, in addition, many security guards are equipped with some of the skills that ordinary people do not master. Once the moral values of the security guards are impacted, they will be desperate to do something reckless, because it is too conditional. For example, at that time a colleague named Chen Li, only nineteen years old, he said he was a gymnasium graduate, specializing in judo, once won a silver medal in the provincial games. But I looked at Chen Li's effeminate appearance, how can not believe that this person four years later will r**e a high school girl, and then fled, and now there is no news. For example, the captain, surnamed Zhou, he was a soldier in a factory as a security officer, and then because he was not used to seeing the son of the factory manager bullying people, the son of the factory manager beat up, as a result, he was laid off, forced by life, had to live by doing security. He said he was a special paratrooper when he was a soldier, once parachuted into a neighboring country on a mission. He did not say how he beat that person, never mentioned. For example, a security guard with the same surname as me, his greatest pleasure, is to climb to the platform of our shopping mall building, with a high-powered binoculars, to inspect every window around, over time, he can even say what state the family behind each window is. He began by spying on the hidden affairs of couples, and later became obsessed with understanding the relationships and disputes in each family. I can now understand his mentality, in his sleepless nights of observation, he got a huge vanity, and the satisfaction of knowing everything. There was another colleague surnamed Ma, who more than once opened the property safe placed in the security duty room, because every time the cashier was opening the safe, he would watch coldly from the sidelines and actually secretly took note of the cashier's actions. And he really likes to figure out the locks and codes. I don't even know where he got the templates for the keys and then matched them. He opened the safe while I was on duty with him, saw the large sum of cash inside, held it in his hand to show it off to me, and then finally locked the safe without showing any traces. It's funny that neither he, nor I, ever had the thought of stealing these public funds for ourselves. But none of these people can compare with Lao Sha, because I have seen with my own eyes Lao Sha can stick to the wall, with a gecko like moving on the wall. Old Sha's age is much older than me, at that time old Sha is already thirty-two years old, this is his job application information, whether it is true, is not sure. Old Sha usually take care of me at work, in the night shift, he would let me rest a little more, to share my work. Old Sha and I chatted, he said he used to do business, do some business to earn money, when the security guards, do security comfort, there is no pressure. When the money earned is used up, then go into business, business to earn money, then do security, and so on. I was thinking, this person in the end is like to do small business, or like to do security? In one night, I was on duty with Lao Sha at the same time, I went out on patrol, walking in the dark side of the building, anxious, always feeling that somewhere there will be something horrible waiting for me. I instinctively look around, finally saw the wall overhead, seven or eight meters away, there is a dark shadow, at first glance, it seems, a personal appearance. I was so shocked that I convinced myself that I was seeing things. I looked long and hard at the black shadow moving slowly across the wall like a gecko, except without a tail. I shouted at the black shadow: "What are you?" Then raised the electric stick, the front part of the electric stick blue arc flashing and crackling, so that would give me a little courage in my heart to face this bizarre figure. As a result, Lao Sha's voice came down from above: "It's me, don't you shout." With that, Old Sha got on his hands and knees and slipped down the wall as fast as he could. After returning to the duty room, Lao Sha first spoke, instructing me not to tell anyone what I saw. Of course I know in my heart, this kind of skill what will have? Of course it is some kind of "craft" of people eating. But we have worked together for so long, and have not heard of any valuables stolen from the mall. My heart is not so scrupulous, so the old sand palm looked over and over again, in addition to the palm and some calluses on the fingers, do not see what is different. Lao Sha did not say anything to me at that time related to him. The rest of the time I also kept my mouth shut about that night. Two months later, Lao Sha left, he did not resign, did not say hello to anyone, and suddenly there was no trace. The last month's salary, as well as his deposit of several thousand dollars were not asked for. He also did not have a disagreement with anyone about the matter, and left without reason. At that time, the captain named Zhou was nervous for a while, thinking that he had absconded after stealing valuables in the mall building. But the property inventory for a long time, did not find any damage. Old Sha just disappeared in the eyes of everyone for no reason. The captain went to his home according to his personal data, but nothing came of it, and finally nothing was done. Ten years have passed and I thought I had forgotten about Old Sandy as a person. Last year a buddy of mine was getting married and I accompanied him to see a house, arrived at a property and then found an underground parking lot nearby. After my buddy and I saw the house, I drove away and gave the security guard in the parking lot parking fees, I was looking at the security guard and ended up being happy to meet someone I knew everywhere, then I got out of the car and let my friend leave first. I walked up to the security guard and tapped him on the shoulder: "Lao Sha." Old Sha also recognized me in an instant: "Xiao Xu." The two sat down in his toll booth and began to chat. I slowly talked about that thing he did again, and then saw that he had a distinct scar on his neck, which ran from the bottom of his neck to his chin. This scar was not there ten years ago. I now believe that Lao Sha is definitely a man with a story, an extraordinary man. I talked about what happened after I stopped working as a security guard and said I was now living by writing. But Lao Sha did not say anything about his experience, and was silent for a long time before he said, "Since you are writing, see if you can write about my experience." I thought it was strange, I've seen a lot of such requests, and I've been blessed by many netizens who have looked up to me and repeatedly asked to tell me about their experiences to see if they could write a story. I was politely expressing that not everyone's own perceived experience can be written as a novel. Lao Sha thought for a while longer and said to me, "Xiao Xu, you know what, I'm not far from death." I find it hard to understand talking about life and death in such a tone of mind. I certainly expressed my disdain. While I was still thinking about what Lao Sha was trying to say, Lao Sha lifted his shirt and showed me his back. I saw a black sore on the left side of his back full of tattoos, not big, that is, a spot about the size of a finger, with a thick layer of hard scab, then he turned around again, and I saw the same wound on his front chest. "What kind of disease do you have?" I asked curiously. "This is not a disease," Lao Sha said, "it's a wound in my body." Since I've been writing, I've met many people who have had bizarre experiences. This should be because it has something to do with the type of writing I do. If I were a writer who wrote mainstream literature, those people wouldn't have so much to say to me. For example, the science fiction novel I wrote, it was the "vest of vests" that found me and gave me an unimaginable story. Now I have a hunch that what Lao Sha is going to say will definitely interest me. Old Sha slowly told me what he was doing in his life. In fact, Lao Sha's age was not faked, he was indeed born in the mid-to-late 1960s, but born after the death of both parents, how to grow up he did not say in detail. He only said he was a teenager in the streets when he met a master. That master taught him a little craft, the old Sha - at that time was a small Sha, on the basis of this craft to survive on their own. But soon after, that master because of the 1983 crackdown, was arrested in, and then there is no whereabouts. Old Sha was very sorry, that master had a lot of skills, but because of time constraints, only taught him a little bit of the craft, the reason for taking him in is that he thought Old Sha was a teenager who could pass on his skills. Unfortunately, the master was arrested before he could teach all his skills. Even so, the old Sha not only did not worry about living in this life, but also more than the average person to live a prosperous life. Yes, that master was a one-legged thief. In just a few months, Lao Sha learned the skills of theft and self-defense. Old Sha learned from the master is slow work. I heard for the first time that theft is also divided into fast and slow, can not help but put a curious look on the face.