People who are poisoned by the middle-corpse毒液 all die very ugly. I hope the second girl next door in the neighboring village won't see it. He muddled along and let his mind run wild, and his brain began to not listen to his control. At this time, he began to hear vaguely and increasingly the strange giggling sound he heard in the stolen hole. Old Three vaguely felt a bit wrong. How could this sound be different from what he heard in the stolen hole just now... Unfortunately, at this time, he could no longer think at all. His conditioned reflex was to raise his head to take a look, only to see a huge strange face, which was lowering its body to look at him. The two eyes without pupils were lifeless.
Fifty years later, at the Xiling Society on Hefang Street, my thoughts were interrupted by an old man. I closed my grandfather's notebook and looked at the other party. "Do you accept rubbings here?" He asked me, looking strange, as if he had some special intention. I didn't care about the temporary business. Most of the transactions in the antique market were carried out privately, and the ones on the surface were just small fusses, and there wasn't much money to earn. So I perfunctorily said, "I accept them, but the price is not high." It means that if you don't have good things, just get out and don't waste my time reading.
"Oh, can you introduce it to me?" The guy asked, looking like he was shopping in a supermarket. I was a little impatient. In our line of work, if we don't open a business for three years, we can make a profit for three years when we open a business. Usually, we are used to being idle, and we hate to serve those who know nothing. For this kind of antique stuff, there is a story behind each piece. If we really talk about it, it will take more than a day to finish. If every guest comes here to let us introduce, we don't need to do business. It's better to directly open a teahouse. I waved my hand at him and said that this place is not responsible for the introduction. There are many more next door. Please go and take a look next door.
The man looked at me a little awkwardly, but didn't go out. He asked again, "Then I want to inquire, is there a rubbings of the Warring States silk book here? It is the one that was stolen by several local grave diggers in Changsha 50 years ago and was then deceived away by an American?"
"When you said it was deceived away by the Americans, there is none left." I was angry as soon as I heard it, "To look for rubbings, of course, you have to go to the market to search. How can you look for a specified one? How could you find it?"
He lowered his voice: "I heard that you have a way. I was introduced by Lao Yang?"
When I heard the name Lao Yang, I was startled. Didn't Lao Yang go to jail two years ago? How, could it be that he exposed me? Then the guy in front of me might be a police officer. I was a little panicked all of a sudden, and I stammered when I spoke: "Which... Which Lao Yang, I don't know him."
"I understand, I understand," he chuckled and took out a watch from his arms. "You see, Lao Yang said that you would understand as soon as you saw this."
That watch was given to Lao Yang by his first love when he was in the Northeast. He regarded this watch as his life. When he was drunk, he would take out this watch and call "Juan ah, Li ah" while looking at it. I asked him what the old lady's name was. He thought for a long time, and even cried out, saying that I had forgotten his damn mother. Lao Yang was willing to give this watch to this person, indicating that this person did have some background.
But no matter how I look at this person, I feel detestable and not like a decent person. But Lao Yang introduced him, and I still have to give him some face. Moreover, he came to the door. If I don't let him finish speaking, it may lead to a feud.
I considered it for a while and decided to speak straightforwardly, so I directly raised my hand: "This sir, even if you are a friend of Lao Yang, what's the matter with looking for me?"
He showed his teeth and smiled, revealing a big gold tooth: "A friend of mine brought something back from Shanxi and wanted you to take a look and see if it is a real thing."
I heard this, and I probably understood a little. This damn guy probably isn't a tomb raider. Maybe he has something good that he brought out and has never seen before, and wants to find someone to appraise the price. Damn, there are all kinds of birds in the forest, and there are even those who dare to run around in the regular antique market.