Grandpa left three words before his death:
"Some tombs are not for people to live in."
"Those who go in will become part of the tomb."
"Our family members can't go down anymore."
I thought he was talking nonsense.
Until the archaeological team dug out the unrecorded ancient tomb, seven people went in and only one came out.
That person who came out was crazy. Repeatedly repeating the same sentence:
"Sixteen people enter, one person goes out. Sixteen people enter, one person goes out..."
But there were only seven people in that tomb.
I decided to go down and have a look.
Because I found an identical structural diagram of the tomb among my grandfather's belongings.
The signature is - my name.
But I've never painted it.
