It’s 3:30 in the morning, the beach is littered with graves, the night is dark and windy.
I held the dagger like I was piercing tofu! I stabbed this man seven or eight times in the stomach crazily!
At first this person still knew how to resist.
Slowly, he leaned against me weakly, his eyes becoming dull and distracted.
I ripped off his mask!
This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with high cheekbones and a thin face. I am sure I don’t recognize him.
I took a few steps back, holding the bloody knife, and gasped for air.
This man was covering his abdomen with both hands and looking at me with his mouth wide open. He seemed to want to speak, but was unable to do so because of the pain.
He just looked at me like this for more than ten seconds, and then he fell to the ground with a thud.
I went over and touched his neck.
No heartbeat.
My hands were covered with blood, and I sat helplessly on the ground and took out a cigarette.
I wanted to light a cigarette, but the lighter wouldn't light up because it was stained with blood.
"Oh shit!"
I threw the lighter on the ground, and a voice in my mind told myself, calm down!
He deserves it!
He wanted to gain wealth and kill himself! I was acting in self-defense! I am not guilty!
If he hadn't died, I would be the one lying on the ground now!
I hurried back to the village to find a shovel. I returned to the graveyard, found a corner, and then started digging a hole.
I dug a square pit more than one meter deep as quickly as possible.
Drag this man over and push him into the pit.
His shoe fell off, so I ran back to pick it up and threw it into the pit together.
I didn't hesitate and started burying the soil.
While I was burying myself, I looked around. I was very nervous, afraid of being seen.
Sudden!
The melodious sound of a flute sounded from somewhere, which startled me.
Accompanied by a buzzing vibration!
I looked down.
Soil has covered most of this man's face.
There was a faint light coming from the pocket of his coat, and the sound of the flute came from here. It was a mobile phone. >
I took out my phone and looked at it. It was a small-screen Nokia model from a few years ago. There were two words on the caller ID.
"Daughter".
I didn't answer, and I didn't dare to hang up directly.
After the phone stopped ringing for a while, I took out the battery and buried the phone together.
After more than ten minutes, the soil was flat, and I walked back and forth a few steps to solidify the ground.
Feeling uneasy, I pushed a few big rocks over and placed them on top.
After picking up my bag and making sure I didn't leave anything behind, I left the graveyard.
Back in the village, I picked up the paper figures and stuffed them into the trunk of the car, and drove away in a hurry.
Not long after I got onto the main road, a taxi drove towards me.
Turning on the headlights and passing by, I saw Xiaoxuan sitting in the back seat.
I braked hard, shifted into reverse gear, and backed up quickly.
"Yunfeng!"
Xiao Xuan slammed the door and got out of the car, ran over anxiously and asked, "Are you okay, Yunfeng?"
Also coming with her was Master Zhe. Perhaps because he was in a hurry, Master Zhe was wearing slippers and underpants, without glasses.
"Get in the car, I'll take you back."
Xiaoxuan nodded, turned around and said to the taxi driver, "Master, I'm sorry to trouble you, but we won't go."
"If you don't go, you can't get the money back. I'm already here."
"No need to turn back, master, please walk slowly." Xiaoxuan sent the taxi away.
Seeing that my arms were covered in blood, Xiaoxuan felt distressed and asked, "What happened just now! Tell me quickly!"
"Nothing." I didn't want to mention it.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Xiaoxuan stopped asking and grabbed my wrist tightly.
Her hands are not big, but they are very warm.
Not long after returning home, Brother Yu and Ah Chun also took a taxi back from the city overnight. Seeing that nothing happened to me, Brother Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No matter what, it's fine as long as everything is fine. You scared me just now. I thought
Who wants to kill
you."
"Okay, Brother Yu, don't push Yunfeng, he doesn't want to talk," Xiaoxuan said.
Brother Yu immediately shut up and stopped asking about this matter.
My bag was stained with blood, and the bag of silver coins was also stained with blood. It took several times of washing before it was rinsed clean.
After chatting with the boss for a few minutes, I felt very sleepy and went to bed.
I had a nightmare and it felt very real.
For many years in the past, I still think of it from time to time. I asked a psychiatrist, and the doctor said that this kind of dream is called "out-of-body dream". The professional explained that it is the embodiment of something in the subconscious mind that one is afraid of.
Already.
For example, if you watched a ghost movie at night, you dreamed about the plot of the ghost movie that night, and you participated in it. This is the embodiment of fear, which is very mysterious.
I dreamed that I was lying on the hotel bed that night, and suddenly my body floated up.
I wanted to move but couldn't.
I turned around and looked down, and saw a pair of golden boy and girl paper figures lifting me up.
The two paper figures have lifelike faces, as if they are alive.
Their eyes could only move up and down, not left and right. They carried me very fast and quickly carried me to the graveyard.
When we arrived at the mass grave stall, the place was filled with mist, and a man was squatting on the ground, holding his head and crying.
He turned his head sharply!
His face was as white as paper, he had no nose, and his eyes were bleeding out!
I turned around and wanted to run away, but two paper figures caught me one on the left and one on the right!
At this moment, the two paper figures holding me suddenly let out a scream that sounded like a human voice! Then there was a loud bang and a fire came from nowhere, burning the paper figures!
In the fire, the paper figures were curled and deformed, and soon turned into black ash.
My chest felt slightly hot and I looked down.
It's the eyebrow bone left to me by Lao Fu.
I woke up from a nightmare, with sticky cold sweat all over my back. At this moment, the sun was rising and it was already dawn.
I didn’t dare to go to Homo Village again. I was worried that after two days, the weather was calm. What? Nothing bad happened.
On the contrary, something good happened.
Yuan Sibi came out of the police station.
We found a restaurant and he asked me to go have a drink.
"Brother Yuan, it's only been two days, why did you come out?"
"Brother, that's what you said! Do you want me to live in it for two years?"
"How could that happen? Brother Yuan, are you kidding? Come on, have a drink."
He was the first to come out, because the police station did not find any silver coins where he lived, which means there was no physical evidence, so he was able to come out early. Of course, this was all planned by us secretly.
Putting down the glass, he looked around and asked in a low voice, "Brother, I risked my life to buy you two days, how much have you done?"
I smiled and stretched out my hand to sign a two, and then a six.
He slammed the table excitedly, startling the woman opposite who was eating.
I collected more than 80 coins before, which adds up to more than 340 coins.
He whispered, "Brother, I have just contacted the boss. He will fly over to see our goods in person. He will arrive tonight."
I nodded and said it was a good relationship, and we would go pick up the boss together in the evening.
As the saying goes, brothers settle accounts, not to mention Yuan Sibi and I are not brothers, we are partners at best.
The total cost of receiving goods for the two of us is close to one million.
If we can sell it to a Hong Kong boss at a minimum price of 10,000 yuan, we will make a net profit of more than 2 million yuan, divided in half, and each person will share more than 1 million yuan.
Next, I told Yuan Sibi the background and story of the minting of silver coins, and he was speechless.
Rich people like to listen to stories when collecting things, and they are more willing to spend more on antiques with stories.
The more bizarre and legendary the story behind this thing is, the greater their impulse to spend money.
Do not believe?
Let me put it this way, as long as you have evidence to prove the authenticity of the story, even if it is a piece of Wu Zetian's butt-wiping paper, there will be people rushing to spend money to collect it and smell it to see if it smells bad or smells good.
